This is an old one of mine but i figured i would start with it like i do on every new site.. wrote this when i was about 14 or 15.
~Like Life~
like life, love is not eternal
like wood, decays in an inferno
like daggers, penetrates external
like everything, decomposes internal
starting inside to get to the surface
with observation one can learn-this
creeping out though actions and emotion
only to implode with a lack of devotion
slightly streaming in till nothings left
moving slowly in only till death
like life, it begins and ends
like wood, it grows n descends
like daggers, with a slight edge
like everything, is eventually dead
similar to the flowing lines of this poem
it moves up n down just to show-em'
it has a beginning middle and an end
just when you think its your friend
you read this n realize you loath her
but this is your life n now its over
like everything decomposes internal
like daggers, penetrates external
like wood, decays in an inferno
like life, love is not eternal....