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Yeah well it's still not half bad.

i have 1 4 u:
roses are red violets are blue i get sick just thinking of you

Serivor told me to post this here, so I did.
Its my very first attempt at a poem (still don't have a name for it)

All I see anymore is black rain,
as though the night sky has been cut open
and now lies dead.
I can hear the silence so loud,
as if a quiet time bomb has gone off
inside my head.
When I see myself in the mirror,
I wonder what happened, where all the
happiness went.
Its as if I've died on the inside,
like life has gone and left
all my feelings spent.
My heart no longer pumps blood,
instead, ice and snow flow through me
like a never ending winter.
My sadness, pain, and suffering
are a stake that's been driven through me,
it started out as just a splinter.
Not much drives me anymore,
just a dark, bleak, empty
and lifeless fire.
I can feel it trying to grow,
trying to rekindle and survive,
trying to burn my broken desires.

How about the name as "Black and empty"

That would work.

Poetry doesn't cut it for me. Song lyrics on the other hand...

I can't write songs. Someone today told me I should try to write a poem, so I did. I can remember alot of song lyrics though.

زیبایی تو خواب مرا ریخت بهم
ارامش مرداب مرا ریخت بهم
زیبا تر از انی که تحمل بکنم
زیباییت اعصاب مرا ریخت بهم




lol.that was persian.