• I got on Gaia Online today
    And Arenas like I often do
    And there's something that need to say
    Something annoying and quite true.

    On here in their misspelled words
    They all lament their broken lives
    No imagery with broken birds
    Is in the lines, uncapitalized.

    They say they cut and cut their wrists
    And cry their shining tears alone
    They say they bite and bare their fists
    And have deep dark feelings, all unknown.

    They tell me tales of their break-up
    And all of their misfortune since
    They tell me they wear black make-up
    And gory things that make me wince

    They say they always want to die
    They say their life is all behind
    They say that they just want to fly
    Their self and Death, all intertwined

    But yet I read them, and I read more
    Because they can't all be like this!
    But all is just blood on the floor
    And the splendor of a demon's kiss.

    But there are good ones, if you look
    The poems unconventional
    In the Spotlight like a book
    Literature multidimensional.

    My suggestion to the authors here:
    Don't cry to me, try something new
    Instead of making words your tear
    Write something that's not all about you.