Just to let you know, most are about death, hating people, and refering myself/others to inanimate objects to show raw feeling.

The Stage
Sitting here on this darkened stage,
Nothing moving - a blank page.
The wind blows by, a lone ranger - nothing by it's side,
watching me like a hawk - a dominant eye.
The smell in the room closes into it's final product -
a gaseous state, moving through the air duct.
This place fills into this hell on earth,
this stage goes down - but nothing's hurt.

A New Perspective
The flowers are daisies,
blowing in the breeze.
The tropical sunshine,
the color of the trees.
Children frolic, prance around, too.
Even though I'm depressed, this poem I subdue.

I'll add some more once I finish writing them/can find the files on my computer. I'm currently going through deleting all the crap programs/files off my computer, so I'll most likely be posting more in a short while...