Another poem I just came up with...it's short but it was from a dare by my girlfriend to come up with some "shakespeare" as she calls it...

Dare poem
Your eyes are more enchanting then the most beautiful night
The twinkle in them sets my heart a flight
The touch of your skin thrills my soul
And when you put your arms around me I finally feel whole.

This probly sucks but it's one of my first poems I've writen by myself and it's off the top of the head from a person with no poetic skills....

Love

This thing called love, it’s so strange
When I look into her eyes I feel like I’m deranged
It feels so wrong but also so right
When I see her my heart wants to take flight
I don’t know how to describe
Everything that’s going on inside
All I know is that were meant to be
But all I can do is wait and see
It’s all so different and new
I need help because I don’t know what to do
So many thoughts and feelings are inside
I don’t know how the can possibly hide
This thing called love, can it really be
All this that’s happening to me.

Plz comment and let me know your opinions no matter what they are.

Ok, I'm about to the braking point, I swear I'm ether going to go homicidal or suicidal....I'm getting over stressed and pissed off. First off with my parents, I do everything they want me to and then more, but of corse it's never good enough, I could fucking stand on my head lay golden eggs and spit gold coins and i still would do something wrong. Then theres the school work, I cant fucking remember all this shit and it's usless anyways. How the hell am I going to be able to remember and resite Shakespeare, remember all the damn formulas for math, remember chordes and melodys for guitar, and write a fucking letter so some idiot to help put street lights on a fucking street that i could care less about. And all my so called friends that say they are there for me when i need them....thats a load of BS!.... The only person that i want or need to help me is my best friend and theres been only a couple of times i needed her and every time i do her retarted, oversized, selfasorbed boyfriend calls her and I get left to fight for my self. I dont even know why you go out with him, when you need some one to talk to all he'll do is lexture you, and you may put on a mask to make yourself look like your happy but you and i both know your not. And you know i love you (sorry Ed, I do really like you but she came frist and she's the one that i really want to be with), but of cores you want to be "fathfull" to him no matter how unhappy you are. Then theres Kat, hun if I layed down to die everytime some one that i liked didnt like me then i wouldnt have made it past the 5th grade, you feel sorry for you self and i get that but just cux tek doesnt like you shouldnt mean that you give up on everything, hell i dont even think he likes girls. Understand this, lifes a bitch and shit happens, get over your self. Every one i know always thinks there life is so bad, it may be bad but stop complanig, your alive, you have food, and you have a place to sleep, be happy and I am wiilling to hear all of you out when you vent but stop complaining because your lover isnt being nice, or because your friends at school arnt treating you right. Dump the person and find new friend. If any of you dont like this then that to bad go complain to some one else right now. And just so all of you know. Take all the problems all of you have combind them and then multiply it by 2 and you may get as much as i have ok. My life sucks and I dont complain, hell this is probly the first most of you have ever heard me complain about anything. Now that I'm finished with my complaning I want every one that reads this to just stop for a sec and look at there life and see everthing thats going bad for them and then think how you can make it better dont go and try having other ppl make it better for you.

John J. DuBois

A Poem I put together, kinda random but tell me what you think...

Why why why?!
Uuuhhhhh,I don’t know
My mind doesn’t work like that.

A random thought?
You don’t want to know
My random thoughts...

Flyin though the trees...
Ever wanted to do that?
Just fly through the trees?...

The thing is,
You get people like me,
We just don’t care...

Hate, anger, love,
Violence, caring
Hell you know me...

You may ask me four questions.
Any four, no matter how private or how random.
I have to answer them honestly,and I have to answer them ALL!
In turn you post this message in your own journal, wikki, or profile and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you!