Older poem but here goes:

Monument

You know her because she paints beautiful pictures with the red blood and ebony tears streak down canvasses skyscrapers and sunsets. You know him because he touches hearts with vocal chords ties them up into beautiful packages and covers them with letters and color. I know them because they explode this world from the inside out to bring everything in the fire burning brighter than the soul breaking out the rib cage and leaving me breathless. They ripped my heart out while it still beats and hold it in their hands like a wounded bird and I cry because I know they cannot fix me.

They form consolations they paint pictures against the black backdrop to make a canvas of clouds and starlight and they ask you to look upon them they beg your attention. I beg your attention. But I am but a feather in the swans back. I cannot possibly hope to offer anything to a world that has seen everything that has deemed it worthy or not worthy by how many hearts it's touched and my hands are so small. I am a coward. My own weakness holds me back I am pinned between the fear of meaning nothing and of trying to mean something and failing. Of asking you to turn your heads and for you to not of asking for your gaze and for you to look away of asking for your hearts and getting blood in return I want you to know me and I fear that you will not I fear that I will be an unmarked grave.

In my world the world revolves around me and in yours it does not and I am just a pawn on a chessboard full of kings and I fade away and I'm lost again. I am the star in the sky that does not form a constellation I am lost in the beauty and power and meaning of everything else and I am nothing.

But one day I will mean something. One day I will be one of the greats. A name tattooed on the back of your tongue you will hear me. I will scream and paint the sky with my voice I will spray-paint graffiti on the side of the Statue of Liberty I will break hearts and put them back together my words to make you happy and will make you sad you will remember my tears and my smiles you will sip my wine even when it's sour and you will know me. One day you will.

this is something I just kind of thought of sorry >^<

There are things I want to see Things I want to be People who are near and far People who have gone to war

Life is sometimes hard and rough and sometimes we wish to give up But even if we lost our hope There is always someone to help up cope

I hope you see how much I care I really hope you know I'm there I hope these words show your not alone And you'll always have someone to hold

(Not all that good but for off the top of my head... >w<)

Mono comes to Germany, yes, that´s what we´d like to see! <3 Come and visit me abroad, let me give this little goad: I live in the Ruhr district to which you easily addict, for we have famous culture here and we brew some decent beer! :-)

Pigs This is a poem about pigs Who like to wear wigs Although you may find them strange But their wigs are very well arranged Don't judge the pigs They may dance you a jig

This is a haiku And I made it just for you... It is the next one~

Sunset on Subeta We live and trade for sP With so many friends

[This is fun :) Here's one more.]

A night sky full of stars Is as peaceful as it gets.

But as the cities fill with cars Our happy, quiet sun sets.

Things like these that make me wonder where the World comes and where it goes.

Listening we hear the thunder as we walk on tippy toes.

And then again we lie awake. The day is gone but night is here.

The things for granted that we take will make is so we never fear.

Yay, poetry! I love being all sappy and long-winded, so here you go!

Words are plump babies dripping luminous pitch birthed from tooth and tongue and christened by lips they shake and dance and align themselves into misadventures that pinch our hearts and dine in our heads and we love and hate and covet the tears they inspire us to shed

They grow to adolescence in our mouths fueling thoughts of revolution and passion and sloth whispered to the imagined form of a lover or spit into the vast darkness daring the future to seize us to kickstart our lives so we too can become both author and creation.

It's one I wrote forever ago but recently re-wrote

Autumn Frost

Shall all of fairy dress in robes of gold? With music so airy of long summers told with the first fall chills as the night closed in and the scent of thrills on the autumn wind

Through the forests into the glade. Jack frost joins the happy parade they run and dance into the town they fly, they prance they tumble around Knocking apples to the ground The rustling leaves are the only sound

Jack frost spreads and icy trail over the autumn in winters veil on every window, every leaf, frost is laid a white motif

Fairy feet leave small designs in the frost pictures define Each old way that has been lost dawn is here, let them see the frost.

Haikus because I'm only good at those:

The sun that sets is to a sky full of stars that sparkle endlessly

Had a dream today where I was freed into the beautiful green plains