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Well, as allot of people don't know, I enjoy writing, and have been convinced to put it on here xD

I write mostly Poetry, And some songs for money, so feel free to comment and thanks for looking =P
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Why Must I be the Solemn Guy?

Why must I be the solemn guy?
Who sits just idly as the others pass me by,
Alone, yet not,
Who is remembered yet forgot,

Alone he advances,
As others live in there “loving” trances,
Thoughts of pain and sorrow mingle in his mind,
As he only hopes so dearly for their lives to be entwined,

So why does he fight?
Why does he traverse this great plight?
Maybe he doesn’t want to be some lonely guy,
Maybe he wants to meet her, see her eye to eye,

So why does he write this if it is all for naught,
Would it be better if his passions he forgot?
Would he be better off?
Could he be better off?
Dare he try?
Dare he regret it and wish to die?
I do not know what will happen or what will be,
But he will not recline what he wishes so dearly. . .
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Life Binds Us

Life is the thing that keeps us living, but makes us wish for death,
It is our own God made prison, for each breath that we may heft,
But alas we still live on,
As sure as dusk shall turn to dawn,

They say our souls live forever,
But my soul has forsaken me and will return never,
My life is just a bitter lie,
I have tried and failed to live as just some “regular” guy,

Our lives are our prison,
It is how each human is in unison,
Death is our only bail,
But it seems even at that miserably I fail,
My life has been a lie,
And for this I so greatly wish to die. . .
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Unanswered:
Why must I feel this way, why is it all set in stone,
Why can’t I instead happiness hone?
Why must this be me, is it even truly?
We all have it hard… but this just seems so unruly,
Why can’t I move on, through this, through life,
Why does it seem it can only end with razors, a rope or perhaps a knife?
Why can I not suppress this all like before,
Why must I try to end it, when her I adore?
Why must I shake, quiver in denial,
Nothing more brings me happiness… other than your smile,
Why Can’t I live with it, learn from my problem, my curse?
Could I really bare them seeing me being taken by a hearse?
Why can’t I stand up and take that grand final bow?
How have I lived with this up until now?
This prejudice, this vile injustice,
It is what it is, and that just is,
The circle of my being, from darkness comes darkness,
Through death I hurt others, but save myself,
Through death is redemption, with the coming of hell,
What I may do, I cannot say, nor can I tell…
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Untitled Thoughts:
Why must I write, why must I try,
Why must I cry crimson tears as I solely wish to die,

I write this silently, secretly, depressed as I am,
Staring blankly, at all that is man,
We people, us persons, our personas differ,
For none are as they seem, this is our ill endeavor,

Victory achieved by violence, as we vindicate the versions,
Of our personal values, on what we perceive as true,
Nothing is as it seems any longer,
As we all, we living, we dead, all are warmongers,
Whether it be from violence, prejudice, thoughts and counsel,
We fight ourselves, our innermost fears, fought with a bottle, a pill or tears,

Our fight is never done,
For some their fight has just begun,
My fight will never end, my own body I cannot befriend.
My mind contradicts everything I believed to be true,
My hearts verdicts are harsh against all I knew,
My own subconscious tries to kill me,
I am my own greatest enemy,
My own forlorn, sworn enemy.

So why yet do I still live, when I have gave all that I can give,
I suppose… I live for you, my love for you is true,
I no longer know what to do,
Other than to spend my final moments in the arms of you…
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I have allot more, but don't want my first post to be too bulky wink
Hope you enjoy, though they may not be "Cheery"
If you have read any of these, you already know something about me that only few do,
Thanks for reading and all so yeah, cya around =P