WHY SO SERIOUS? You went from Batman to the Joker things aren't ever what they seem You were so sweet but grew so bitter You said so much you didn't mean . I gave you everything I had and watched you burn

A song I wrote after a change of heart, for a pathetically desperate boy. E.T and ScottFree contributed their own verses, ScottFree also created the beat. C.R Someday you'll learn life's never fair My

Woke up in a place id never seen before and all the clothes that I'd worn now littered the floor. Flashes of the night before flooded my mind, Lying in the back of an explorer Blurry highway signs... A

You're like sun in pouring rain, everything that keeps me sane. Every time I hear your voice, your laughter echoes through my brain . You're everything I want, and everything I need I want to make you

ALONE In the midst of the night, you are awoken by a sound so piercing it could be heard from across the nation So earsplitting, it's silent It's a silence so deafening, it can't possibly be overlooked

My mind, it forks in different streets so far away from hate and greed I can't get up, they're pushing me I can't break free from society . You think you're living your life working every day 'til you

You said "I'm fucked in the head, but I love you to death" as you sat on my chest with your hands on my neck I glanced in the mirror, my face turning red I choked in your ear "I wish you

COMA I saw you in my dreams last night You ran at me with a kitchen knife I smiled at you, I gave you my life. Whispered a love song as we both cried, we watched our love slowly fade and die. Our bodies

IMAGE SOURCE: "HAVE A FEW DRINKS. BE HONEST, AND SUBMIT EVERYTHING." -Charles Bukowski, on Rules for Writing For the sake of the contest, I'm going to heed Bukowski's advice. DRINK. BE HONEST.

You're addictivly sweet the withdrawals are killing me like a drug that I feind for for weeks the lack of your presence brings me right to my knees I'll trace the lines of your face in my mind and I'll

Poetry is the escape door in a room of closing walls and a raising floor. When trapped in a recorded dream replaying in your head, it is the ladder to freedom an endless climb to a peaceful mind. your

When polishing a turd goes wrong, you'll wish you weren't on acid. DESPERATION It all started when my best friend called to tell me all about her new place. She told me about the blood stained carpet in

We're all artists here... and in a place full of artists, is anyone? An entire site filled with right brained people, eager to share their art, their experiences, their thoughts... How fuckin rad? So what