Whoa...that was deep! What do you mean 'It's not very good...?" It was great! Whenever you want to start posting things you've written you can start a new thread for you work. If you keep it to one thread, you can post whatever your heart desires. And I think you should definetely open up a thread, because this is very good, and I'm sure I speak for others when I implore you to post more!

I enjoyed this, check out mine
http://www.evboard.com/showthread.php?t=14227

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Awe Kristy thank you so much, I'm litterally turning red. I wouldn't mind starting my own thread but I've tried once or twice and I think because I'm a newbie I cant yet. Not sure though, I'm still kinda new at the board rules and stuff. But anyway, thank you so much!

And thank you too Loneca!

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Thanks!

You scared me when you said there was something wrong with it lol

hey guys....well....i do write but i dont know if im good at it....some of my friends say it is but....come on there my friends they dont wanna hurt me or anything.....should i post one of my poems???

Yeah! Come on dont make me the only newbie poem poster on this thread! lol

fine ill post one but dont laugh cause i dont think that im that good at it its called "cant stop the pain":
i feel like im going under
trapped in a deep slumber
in a grusome nightmare,
i can no longer bare
my thoughts, my dreams there all surreal
it all haunts me.
im without a soul
stuck in a lifeless body that is so cold.
what is my purppose?
i wish i knew
for the way i feel makes me so damn blue
what should i do?
you tell me
i just wish i could no longer be
i cant stop the pain
can you help me?
please just set me free.....

I’ve witnessed something beautiful tonight.

As I lie here,
On the floor.
. . .
In this lucid state,
Of apathy.
. . .
Existence, isn’t what it seems to be.

The world subsists,
In shifting shades,
Of color.
. . .
It breathes.

But it’s all,
Fragmentary.
. . .
Imaginary.

It doesn’t really hold,
A solid place.
. . .
It’s only,
. . .
Empty space.
. . .

And I cannot fill it.

***
Parallel,
Pastel reflections.

Dancing on the insides,
Of my, eyelids.

(This is so fulfilling.)

Circling,
The obvious again.
. . .

Ministering,
To my obsession.
. . .

This is my obsession.
***

I’ve witnessed something beautiful tonight.
. . .
As I lie here on the brink of death.

This is not imaginary.
. . .
This is something real.
. . .
This is the only way.
. . .
That I can get away.

Trust me.

I think it’s time to give my mind some rest.

I think it’s time to shed this mask;
. . .
This bag of flesh.

Trust me.

This is the only way to cleanse me.

This is the only way, that I can be . . .
. . .
Me.

(Trust me.)

thats really cool...i think you have a good act for poetry