Poem I wrote

UNNAMED

My hand holds this pen and I write down the words. The might be what you'd think but to me it's absurd. My heart it is light and myself I am giddy, as I pour out my soul where the paper is listening.
Some say courage is everything but I know it is nothing, there is much more to life than hatred ad loathing.

There is more to life.

There is Life and love!

yah, I know.

"as I pour out my soul where the paper is listening." I love that line you used,
very nicely said.

Cool 8)

i liked it alot good job

Great job, It's really good,

I agree with her. ^^^^

Yeah, you're poem is wicked. I write poems like that

Well, Cath, you're a wicked poet. Maybe helping others with there problems will be your other talent?

Maybe you can help me with having a heart that runs my life. Destroying everything I could possibly have.
Oh well, lifes a b****!(Or as my cousin says: Lifes a d***, dangerously unstable without protection)