April 1, 2008 8:57pm CST
Every word you say to me Is a knife Drawing a fine line Across my skin. Every time you look at me There’s a sword That twists somewhere Deep within my guts. You’re killing me with your presence But please don’t go. This death is the only one I want. Another random poem from me. I hope you like.
4 people like this
• Garden Grove, California
2 Apr 08
you have awesome talent and good luck you should be putting these in a book and seeing if you can get them published. i am also a writer unpublished however. keep it up; you have the talent so use it.
• Murfreesboro, Tennessee
4 Apr 08
Thank you. I used to publish in magazines a lot, but it's been years since then. I'm going to self-publish a book soon just to sell to my friends online and such, but I don't know about having luck with real publishing companies. Good luck to you with your own writing!