My mined is like the ocean.
It is bautiful,
But deadly.
There are Tifoonss,
and Tsunamis,
Hurricanes,
and Flooding.
But there are also coral reefs,
Filled with bautiful collers,
and fish that swim a dance.
There are deep caverns,
and mysterious creatures.
The people who can get past the surface that is filled with trouble
will fined something beautiful.
But be wary,
for my mind is not a playground.
Danger is still lerking.
I have made dangerous currents to protect my mind.
Those who are true can avoid them.
But those who come to destroy,
will be swept away to the open ocean,
and left to die.
Appreciate my beauty,
and respect my mind.
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My Sad Poems
PoetryJust poems of how I feel, mostly sad. Some are just a little random. ( Pleas don't use the poems or artwork, even if it is crappy. It's my own personl work, and It is the way I use to express myself. I am fine with it if you ask, but don't just tak...
