well, i must first say that i don't write in verse, it more like spoken word...usually a free flowing thing, stream of consciences things... so enjoy, and please give feed back....

First one:

its never enough

why am i not good enough?
is it just me?
why do i hate myself?
why must i hate myself?
no matter what i do, no matter what i say,
its never enough

you hate me because you don't know me..
my size is not indicitive of my intelligence
go **** yourself
you hate me..i hate you right back
you tease me because i'm an easy target..
i hate you
no matter what i do, no matter what i say,
its never enough

i tired to be the perfect son, loyal, restrained
see but not heard.
speak only when spoken too
you gave less love to me than the others...
i grew into a monster...
you think i have promblems? you know nothing!!
nothing is good enough for you
no matter what i do, no matter what i say,
its never enough

I like it. It flows. I usually hate freeverse. But this i liked....it has a "whole" feeling to it. Unlike shit like Whitman and Dickenson...someone shoulda shot those two.

oh and by the way....no one cares if you say fuck...

that was really good evil ash i would love to here more

well that poem was the shit! Personally I like free verse better than any other form of poetry...gives you more le-way to express and intensify emotion. Good job. Hope to see you around more.

here's another one

Invisiblel

you look right through me everyday...
you say hello, you know i exisit..
but do you know that i like you?
or am i invisible to you in that way
you talk to your friends, i simply listen
no comments to end or retract
not un happy in any way
invisble to the world
like a ghost throught the halls, i roam
people bump into a walking corpse
they know i'm there, but do they know me

That was very good. I can imagine that happening in my head...made me read it twice. Good writing...keep it up.

i call this one, her

Her

i see her
she sees me
i notice the way she smiles
i always catch her looking
when i look at her

is there attraction?
can't really say?
does she feel like i do(please no corny reference to the frampton song...ash)
when should i make my move..
she passes by..tormenting me
she playful flirts, does she really like me?

or is she just another fake

Well, freeverse is my favourite form as well, because there are many forced poems because of the created forms of poetry. But ok.
Hey, evil ash, those poems were good, so write more.
Freezing...

Closer


one step towards
one foot in the grave
this is my end of my pain
too little too late, no help did i seek
and yet, i feel fine
too many worries, no solution
make weapons out of inperfections
destroy those who seek to harm for they are the weak
preying apon the defenseless
become strong by absoring pain
become closer to god through pain

untitled

overthinking
under analyzing
leds me nowhere
time to pick
either road
the right or the wrong way
stop look and listen, all you hear is slience
what's to stop you from taking the way you want?
nothing is sacred, and when you chose the right path...you lose your free will

boot

hopeless dumb ****

when did i wake up?
when did the truth hit me in the face?
your nothing, less than zero
worthless in ever way
your a dipshit
**** you
i hate everything about you...
you're not superior to me, i am better than you
you say i sold out?
i sold out long before i knew you
you say i change?
you can't change the devil, he changes you...
different?
only thing different is,
i'd drown in the sea of stupid, while you'd keep on floating

obsolete

broken down, worn out
run out of gas
defeated, disenchanted
i have become obsolete
a worn-out shell of a human being
dead inside, barly alive on the outside
humilated, discouraged, cowardly
i am my own hell