When you've gone away
and aren't next to me
The only thing that keeps me alive
are our memories

Poisonous creatures are around me
whispering secret words
they corrupt my mind
and break it into thirds
I can't keep focus anymore
the light is gone
I can't see where I'm going
I've become a pawn
Poisonous creatures are controlling me now
I don't know what to do
Voices in my head, movements that aren't mine
I must break through
Grip so strong, attached to my heart
I see their odd features
They come closer and I'm trapped forever
by these poisonous creatures

You have read a lot of poems but none like thee.
This will be an epic poem just wait and see.
Mudkip wrote this one not me.
He's written a few poems... i think three.
He wants you to hug an american angelica tree.
If you don't he'll call the L.A.P.D.
Though that's not a guarantee.
Mudkip is part of the Bourgeoisie.
So be careful he can get them for free.
Mudkip also wants you to know he likes your sayings with glee.
Like your famous one "I'm not the ******! I'm the ****-ee"
Mudkips knows thats not true though he disagrees.
Mudkip can't finish the poem he has to go ***.

To you I maybe just another boy
I might not be high in your eyes,
I'm just some other toy
To you I might be a monster who broke your heart,
Someone to file under "heart breakers",
Someone you shouldn't have trusted from the start
But to me
You'll always be my first love
The girl who kept me up all night,
The girl who made my heart flutter on sight
To me you'll always be the hidden princess in classes,
Playing with your hair and adjusting your glasses
To me your the girl who will forever have a place in my heart,
The girl who I trusted from the start
You had me shouting for joy
Dancing in my room at the end of the night
You had me blushing in class
Stuttering on my words, scared of your flight
To you
I might be a monster, and a heart breaker too
But if I could see you one last time I would say
I was lucky to meet you

You are lucky, luckier than me
You have not one pet, but actually three
Throughout your house I see games and cars
Boathouses, computers, and bars
You have everything you want, you live like a marquis
You are lucky, much luckier than me
But now I have found out something special, something very true
As a matter of fact I am lucky, luckier than you
I may not have all the money in the world, or the latest game
I may not have the hottest looks, or all of the fame
But I can tell you this, I'm happy with my life
I love my friends, my family, and my wife
I have something that you'll never have, something not shown in the latest debut
I have love, happiness, and great friends, so in a sense,
I am lucky, much luckier than you

Vows are broken
Memories are false
Don't fall for these tricks you'll be at a loss
Friendship never lasts
and neither does love
In this life be yourself don't care for all of the above

What makes a poem a poem?
Why do rhyming words in a certain fashion have such a great effect?
Is it my expression?
Your fascination?
Or is there no explanation
Why do the few descriptive words set the scene of tranquility and beauty?
Serenity
Amenity
is my identity
How is it that the rhythm gets you going just the right way
Setting the beat
Beating the heat
because no matter what i just can't be beat
But sometimes isn't poetry more of your feelings?
I'm not striving for the perfect line
Frankly i don't care i just want you to be mine
Oh (insert lover's name here) you are just divine
So here I am with my pen and paper trying to impress the world
But poetry should have more of a meaning
it should come out of your heart
but my heart doesn't have much in it, it has quite a bit of room
so brb ttyl bada bing bada boom