Portal
These are not all my poems, still haven't typed up all of them.... 
Enjoy 
+-The Web-+
Entangled
In Me
Embraced
Cold Strings
Pulling Upon
Our Souls
Lost In
The Web
))Knock Knock((
Somebody Knocking
Upon the door
Gonna clean up the mess
We all adore
Can't be seen, can't be heard
My Mother....knocking on the door.
-^People^-
Echo Echo
We are so loud.
Food Food
We are so fat.
Sins Sins
We are so evil.
Lust Lust
We are so....intimate.
People People
We are so proud.
^^~Love~^^
Loud in the Morning.
Seen from afar.
Close to the soul.
Content in the Afternoon.
Slowly fading.
Lust to lone.
At Night, all alone.
0-Circle-0
At the beginning we are born.
Then we grow into a curved line.
Slowly becomming half a moon.
Later still we make a turn.
We near the end of our journey.
Becomming the path.
For a new circle to form.
-->Blade<--
Slender, Thick.
Waiting to flick.
Dying for blood.
Under the hood, a worn glove.
With a thrust and a slash.
A hack at bat.
It comes with a booming...
THWAK
~~Mist~~
Cold, Shallow
Touch Sweet
Lips even sweeter!
Arms wrapped around me
As we dance on the ground
Slow Kiss, one last touch
A lasting mist, of my blush.
(^*^)A Flower(^*^)
A solemn sight.
A closed bud.
A smell delight.
A poison intoxication.
A wonderful scenery.
A deathly decent.
~^~Ink~^~
Ink it is I write.
Nothing more.
Ink it is I speak.
Nothing less.
Ink it is I feel.
Nothing further.
Ink it is You read.
Nothing more.
Ink it is You learn.
Nothing more.
Ink it is You show.
Nothing further.
)^(Mind)^(
I am kind, gentle, loving.
A great deed, a good man. Sane
and solemn.
I am deceittful, conniving, rough edged. An eveil sin, a
born liar.
Insane and crazy.
Transition of the Mind.
#!~Wait And Bleed~!#
Inside my shell.
The air rising.
My blood rushed.
Air exaulted.
Adrenaline in vien.
Inside the shell.
I wait to bleed.
The blood of hate.
*`*(Skin)*`*
Wrapped.
Folded.
Warm.
Cold.
White.
Black.
Rigid.
Soft.
Flexible.
Stiff.
Cut.
Gash.
Life.
Death.
%^*Pulse of the Devil*^%
Blood Drawn.
Knife slit.
Seeping Through.
A Scream.
A Silence.
A Science.
Kill of the living.
To procreate the dead.
*B*L*I*N*D*
Darkness.
Elude.
Illusion.
Curse.
Gift.
Eye.
Wall.
))<Decision>((
Do I do?
Do I don’t?
Do I hide?
Do I run?
Do I talk?
Do I whisper?
Do I live?
Do I die?
Do I think?
Do I follow?
Do I laugh?
Do I cry?
Do I wake?
Do I sleep?
Do I walk?
Do I run?
Do I read?
Do I write?
=+-Journal-+=
My writing, untold.
My writing, unleashed.
Your eyes, opened.
Your minds, eased.
My hand, grace.
My mind, explored.
Your soul, exploited.
Your virginity, expelled.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
-Poem-
A shackle of word.
It leads the heard.
Like dog and sheep.
Watch as I lead
you.
And so here I end.
This little gem.
Didn’t you think this is a
Pretty, poetic, poem.
--------------------------------------------------------------
<Mask>
Our face a mask
Within it a flask
It holds our soul
Pouring, evermore
We lose ourselves to others
The mask copies another
And the flask we had
Like the wings of a bird
Is gone, evermore
----------------------------------------------------------------
##^Music^##
Hear this word
Hear this sound
All around
Don’t you hear?
The music so bliss
Like a hersheys kiss
Sweet. Solemn. Solace.
Pen in hand
Paper on stand
I hope you’ve enjoyed
My final note
Enjoy +-The Web-+
Entangled
In Me
Embraced
Cold Strings
Pulling Upon
Our Souls
Lost In
The Web
))Knock Knock((
Somebody Knocking
Upon the door
Gonna clean up the mess
We all adore
Can't be seen, can't be heard
My Mother....knocking on the door.
-^People^-
Echo Echo
We are so loud.
Food Food
We are so fat.
Sins Sins
We are so evil.
Lust Lust
We are so....intimate.
People People
We are so proud.
^^~Love~^^
Loud in the Morning.
Seen from afar.
Close to the soul.
Content in the Afternoon.
Slowly fading.
Lust to lone.
At Night, all alone.
0-Circle-0
At the beginning we are born.
Then we grow into a curved line.
Slowly becomming half a moon.
Later still we make a turn.
We near the end of our journey.
Becomming the path.
For a new circle to form.
-->Blade<--
Slender, Thick.
Waiting to flick.
Dying for blood.
Under the hood, a worn glove.
With a thrust and a slash.
A hack at bat.
It comes with a booming...
THWAK
~~Mist~~
Cold, Shallow
Touch Sweet
Lips even sweeter!
Arms wrapped around me
As we dance on the ground
Slow Kiss, one last touch
A lasting mist, of my blush.
(^*^)A Flower(^*^)
A solemn sight.
A closed bud.
A smell delight.
A poison intoxication.
A wonderful scenery.
A deathly decent.
~^~Ink~^~
Ink it is I write.
Nothing more.
Ink it is I speak.
Nothing less.
Ink it is I feel.
Nothing further.
Ink it is You read.
Nothing more.
Ink it is You learn.
Nothing more.
Ink it is You show.
Nothing further.
)^(Mind)^(
I am kind, gentle, loving.
A great deed, a good man. Sane
and solemn.
I am deceittful, conniving, rough edged. An eveil sin, a
born liar.
Insane and crazy.
Transition of the Mind.
#!~Wait And Bleed~!#
Inside my shell.
The air rising.
My blood rushed.
Air exaulted.
Adrenaline in vien.
Inside the shell.
I wait to bleed.
The blood of hate.
*`*(Skin)*`*
Wrapped.
Folded.
Warm.
Cold.
White.
Black.
Rigid.
Soft.
Flexible.
Stiff.
Cut.
Gash.
Life.
Death.
%^*Pulse of the Devil*^%
Blood Drawn.
Knife slit.
Seeping Through.
A Scream.
A Silence.
A Science.
Kill of the living.
To procreate the dead.
*B*L*I*N*D*
Darkness.
Elude.
Illusion.
Curse.
Gift.
Eye.
Wall.
))<Decision>((
Do I do?
Do I don’t?
Do I hide?
Do I run?
Do I talk?
Do I whisper?
Do I live?
Do I die?
Do I think?
Do I follow?
Do I laugh?
Do I cry?
Do I wake?
Do I sleep?
Do I walk?
Do I run?
Do I read?
Do I write?
=+-Journal-+=
My writing, untold.
My writing, unleashed.
Your eyes, opened.
Your minds, eased.
My hand, grace.
My mind, explored.
Your soul, exploited.
Your virginity, expelled.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
-Poem-
A shackle of word.
It leads the heard.
Like dog and sheep.
Watch as I lead
you.
And so here I end.
This little gem.
Didn’t you think this is a
Pretty, poetic, poem.
--------------------------------------------------------------
<Mask>
Our face a mask
Within it a flask
It holds our soul
Pouring, evermore
We lose ourselves to others
The mask copies another
And the flask we had
Like the wings of a bird
Is gone, evermore
----------------------------------------------------------------
##^Music^##
Hear this word
Hear this sound
All around
Don’t you hear?
The music so bliss
Like a hersheys kiss
Sweet. Solemn. Solace.
Pen in hand
Paper on stand
I hope you’ve enjoyed
My final note
