You know what?... Probably not, so I'll fill you in.
First of all, I broke my hand quite badly (the x-ray is in my pics section) a few days ago, so i now have to wear a silly-looking splint in order to retain long-term use of my pinky.
Also, I'm all hating life and depressed and shit, so all zero (or so) people who read this will have the honour of reading my favorite poetry from my angsty high school days. Here goes:
I look at myself in the mirror,
Not knowing what I'll see.
The face that stares back seems foreign;
Old, worn, and weathered.
It isn't me that looks back,
It's a stranger, like someone
I once met at a party.
A party -
A place for revelry;
A place for free-spirited fun,
Not a place to find love.
So why am I searching for it there?
Because I have used up all other options.
I am desparate, and lonely.
Lonliness can drive a man insane.
Having noone to talk to,
It can drive a man to insanity
And to desperation.
I am insane and desparate;
I need someone who cares for me,
Someone who likes me for who I am.
Who am I though?
A lonely old man.
That is not all I am,
But will anyone notice
That I am three-dimensional?
Of course not.
They will all say, "What a poor, poor soul."
Perhaps I am a poor soul,
But I will put on a good face
And search for someone else
Who doesn't quite fit in.
Then, I will go to them,
And ask for a dance.
But hope for love.
Love - what a strange term.
It's used in so many ways.
Yet I am looking for that special someone;
One that can hole me together
And make me a better person,
Just by being themself. So to find her,
I look at myself.
And I look at myself in the mirror...
And now, my naive long-winded definition of love...
When I'm near you,
It seems as if I'm partaking of the forbidden fruit;
Disobeying some unwritten, but very real law.
One wouldn't thank that any earthly thing
Could make me experience the emotions you cause,
But every time you're near,
It seems as though I'm being blessed by something celestial.
My body starts to melt into nothingness,
As my consciousness blends with my celestial being,
Allowing me tosee the greater meaning in everything.
In short, you help me reach a higher plane.
Without you, I'm nothing.
With you, I'm everything.
if anyone reads this, please feel free to offer feedback
First of all, I broke my hand quite badly (the x-ray is in my pics section) a few days ago, so i now have to wear a silly-looking splint in order to retain long-term use of my pinky.
Also, I'm all hating life and depressed and shit, so all zero (or so) people who read this will have the honour of reading my favorite poetry from my angsty high school days. Here goes:
I look at myself in the mirror,
Not knowing what I'll see.
The face that stares back seems foreign;
Old, worn, and weathered.
It isn't me that looks back,
It's a stranger, like someone
I once met at a party.
A party -
A place for revelry;
A place for free-spirited fun,
Not a place to find love.
So why am I searching for it there?
Because I have used up all other options.
I am desparate, and lonely.
Lonliness can drive a man insane.
Having noone to talk to,
It can drive a man to insanity
And to desperation.
I am insane and desparate;
I need someone who cares for me,
Someone who likes me for who I am.
Who am I though?
A lonely old man.
That is not all I am,
But will anyone notice
That I am three-dimensional?
Of course not.
They will all say, "What a poor, poor soul."
Perhaps I am a poor soul,
But I will put on a good face
And search for someone else
Who doesn't quite fit in.
Then, I will go to them,
And ask for a dance.
But hope for love.
Love - what a strange term.
It's used in so many ways.
Yet I am looking for that special someone;
One that can hole me together
And make me a better person,
Just by being themself. So to find her,
I look at myself.
And I look at myself in the mirror...
And now, my naive long-winded definition of love...
When I'm near you,
It seems as if I'm partaking of the forbidden fruit;
Disobeying some unwritten, but very real law.
One wouldn't thank that any earthly thing
Could make me experience the emotions you cause,
But every time you're near,
It seems as though I'm being blessed by something celestial.
My body starts to melt into nothingness,
As my consciousness blends with my celestial being,
Allowing me tosee the greater meaning in everything.
In short, you help me reach a higher plane.
Without you, I'm nothing.
With you, I'm everything.
if anyone reads this, please feel free to offer feedback
kreepyken:
I'm too ADD to read all that. But if you sing it, i'll listen. 
soph:
I like yr second poem... it is naive but so is loving people (not that I am saying that is a bad thing of course). Bummer about the hand: heal well my dear. Believe me I know how miserable such things can be!