Roaming like a rover, yo.
Oh. My. God. I was digging through some of my old stuff...
I found Bad Poetry(TM) from the eighth grade. All errors were typed in on purpose, just to show you the Crap that I used to write. Comments in italics, type of poem in parentheses after the title. @w@
"Chaos in It's Midst" (Narrative poem)
Falling through his bottomless eyes
They mask and cover his countless lies
His emotions held back by chains
Malevolence entwined with his veins
An empty vessel deep inside
Whatever was there has long since died
His heart pierced through with Novocain
A stell front he must always maintain
The chinas that bind him to his past
Know that his pessimism will not last
Soon his soul will chip away
It shall be himself he'll soon betray
An old tree with dried, knotted roots
A dealer tell him to choose his suits
Once at a forked path, he must choose
Without even trying an excuse
He leaves all that is good and pure
A coal-black heart can receive no cure
The world shrouded over with mist
Balance sways with chaos in it's mist
Apparently, I mixed up its and it's. That was crazy-off topic. I think I was just trying to get shit to rhyme.
"An Ode to His Heart" (Ode)
There is no soul behind his eyes
Ignoring a hurt one's painful sighs
There is no heart behind his charm
Sees death around him without alarm
Still the stars sing in misery
A baby dies in its nursery
A face of stone, without remorse
While riding on an iron-clad horse
The soul painted with apathy
Lost children searching for empathy
Wanderer in a rainbow cell
A hurt child inside a callous shell
The absence of innocent light
Will bring on the loneliness and blight
Shadows cast on his frozen heart
To be sadistic is like an art
Wreaking havoc on countless souls
Soon consequences will take their toll
Well, I figured out its and it's in this one. o_O
"Wanderer" (Sonnet)
Tossed in the corner like a broken toy
The feelings and pain of a million lost
The grief of a mother who lost a boy
Doest not affect a wretched heart of frost
Hearts clenched in your teeth, never to be loose
Stitches and patches mended twice over
A child's ragged doll dangling by a noose
Like ivy with roots, roams like a rover
Thy feet seek the hearth, yet the heart wanders
Rest is not for one who travels the road
To stay or to ramble the heart ponders
A soul divided is a dreadful load
Broken heart shredded apart at the seams
Twisted memories in his midnight dreams
"Never to be loose" sounds like a bad reference to vaginas. "Roams like a rover" is enough to warrant my death.
Huzzah for bad teen poetry.