my name is david, i'm 17. i'm a poet and a bit of a writer, i'm usually a loner.

if u wanna know about my interests, ask me cuz i don't wanna sound like a total weirdo posting too much. so yeah...hey everyone!

not much else to say,

Aww.. not nice to call yourself a loner. =(

haha.
i write too, not poetry ._o i suck at that.
anyway, welcome!

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"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."- Edgar Allan Poe

welcome lets see some of your poetry eh?

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To Witness A Miracle.

well, i do spend a lot of my time alone, i don't open up too well, i have to really trust the person, which is hard for me to do.

i'm sure u write good poems, it's all in the poet really. i think everyone has talent if they can find their style. the same with looks, but most people call themselves ugly. it just goes to show that a person is their own harshest critic.

i'll put some of my poetry on here with my next post if u honestly want to read some of them.

lol why not post some?

Hey David, Im David too. Welcome

awesome, i know a few people other than me with that name lol, so i'm used to it. i will post one or a few with this post, since you wanna read it.

And the ring became a bullet

My friends were worried deathly
And making such alarm
Because the ring that left my finger
Became the cuts across my arm

Remembering the time we spont on the phone
And wondering if she was fake
The time that we spent together
Became the memories that keep me awake

The time that we spent talking
While I thought our love was real
The love became the pain
The only thing I'd feel

All the lines I wrote for you
And all the things I said
The poems I wrote for you
Became the note telling why I'm dead

And those things I was going to give up for you
Before you said that we were done
The words ou said to end it
Became the bullet in the gun

I honestly still love you
Through all I did and said
But the heart break that I feel from you
Became the bullet inside my head

Untitled (And a slut can never love)

A guy cannot get pregnant
A rock can't fly up above
Fire never burns cold
And a slut can ever love

A bullet can never heal
And a bible cannot kill
Poison never quinches
Eating nothing never fills

Time doesn't fix broken hearts
Nothing let's you forget
A lunatic can't live normally
Sane people don't have fits

Suicide never hurts
The people left over do
A lie if kept hurts less
Then sharing what's really true

Black can never be pure
And white just like a dove
My life will not get better
And a slut can never love


i wrote those two shortly after my ex-fiance called it off. i wrote another one that is truly beautiful i'm told, but it's rather long and a rewrite of an old song. the song is "A Lovers Concerto" and my poem is called "Heart broken concerto."

=0 very good sad to hear about the ex- fiance

Wow. I really really really like the first one. And I am teriably sorry to hear about your ex fiance. =(