Thanks for replying Soul. I enjoy getting comments like those.

But I got some new stuff right here.
Toaster vs. OvenThe flight of war began with disgrace,
A toaster, an oven!
Toaster is a beast,
Oven is disease,
Together they plague the land,
Killing thousands at hand,
Toaster,
Oven,
They turn on each other,
Let the battle commence,
Toaster flings its toast,
Oven burns that thing,
Toaster vs. Oven, Toaster vs. Oven, Toaster vs. Oven, Toaster vs. Oven,
Nothing like Sparta, Toaster vs. Oven
Organs flying, bodies dying,
Children crying, parents lying,
Warranty expired, injury fatal,
Put your face in the oven or the toast will burn it off!
The battle comes to a halt,
Toaster stares down oven,
Dramatic music starts,
Then they cross each other,
AND START
Toaster,
Oven,
Who’s gonna win?
Microwave explosion!
Comment: Yeah... written as sort of Death metal satire... all I can say.Life Holds no GloriesI wake every morning forgetting my past,
I wake not thinking of the present,
I wake not knowing the future,
But as the day goes on I remember at last,
All the things I hold dear and treasure,
All the things I fear from torture,
So shoot me like I’m a dying horse,
Take away all the pain that floods fate’s course,
Let me bleed and if I survive,
Shoot again until I die,
If I get up and decide to live,
Take the gun and make me dead,
There’s no need to cry of heartache,
I understand you may miss me for a while,
But soon the time will come when I’m completely forgotten,
Lift your face so your eyes aren’t down,
There’s no need to face the tiles,
People die in life and sometimes not by nature,
I couldn’t have taken this any longer even if I wanted,
All the misery I’ve endured is like ghosts, I’m haunted,
So I’d ask you check my pulse,
Crush my life away with all your force,
If I breathe from the winds of life,
Then the Angels sing of eternal strife,
The air smells of a black irony today,
I was never one they’d thought would go so fast,
But maybe I was over estimated in the end,
I gave up on this passion of life because I felt betrayed,
I felt I’d failed in every way to complete important tasks,
I was really never fit to contend,
Before the years that I’d been met by peace,
I existed knowing what life disgraced,
But I felt emotions that were so new,
When they left me I was an empty body thinking of you,
And slowly that all faded away,
Until I became nothing but same,
With no sense of inimitable score,
I felt alone in the world,
So you see I was destined to die,
Even when my fate could fly,
Because it’d be on a crash course of lies,
So forgive me when I tried so hard,
To impress you but failed too much,
I fell to the end of the Earth, blacked out from this,
My life came unclear and I gave up on bliss,
So now you know my exacting words,
Could you really let me suffer like a dying horse?
The stairs are broken my life can’t go up,
It keeps tumbling down and tripping over everything tough,
So I ask you please to finish the job,
Shoot me dead until I’m gone,
Comment: The overall things being talked about in the poem reflect on my feelings at the moment... No, I'm not having thoughts of suicide, I don't need therapy, rather to express myself. I 'wish' I was dead in a figurative way, not literally.UntitledSleep endlessly tonight,
And let the year slip by,
Tie my hands tight,
Arrest me from my life,
I've slipped away as the clock ticks by,
Arrange this desperation to rise,
When the sun comes up only one will stand,
But here I still wait for it to die,
Seconds feel like minutes but minutes fly by,
Hours feel like years even when time flies,
How can I escape my mind, it feels like a prison,
If I try to run its glass will shatter to my skin,
It feels like there's no end to this nightmare,
But there it is, the figure remains,
Here to save me from the day,
It spoke the words so clearly to me,
Let faith not fall so help your life today,
The moon fell cold and the Sun rose too soon,
I felt the breeze as it became afternoon,
I looked at the field to see what it owned,
A funeral of bodies was as a show,
There on the ground a rusted knife lay,
It glimmered in the ground with such sound shame,
I took its handle and found out too late,
What it meant to keep my Faith,
Comment: Hmm... Basically, a poem about guilt...Fable and Fiction (Name Pending)I write the story of my life tonight,
Fame, shame, ending with what should be mine,
It opens up with an infant's cry,
A dark morning where no one died,,
Smiles across the Child's face,
As he stared in innocence with no lies,
The introduction ends in this state,
Chapter one opens on this life,
Fable, fable, fiction you see,
Denounce me of my love before I reach my feet,
Oh, I see it now what a lie
I'll stab your back til you die,
Let you bleed then slide,
Cannibalism controls my kind,
The child grew so clean and cold,
Never feeling what it was to be loved,
He tried to stand on his own,
But emotions began to crush his bones,
Fable, fable, fiction you see,
Denounce me of my love before I reach my feet,
Bleed now, bleed your filthy sin,
Your life it's only been damned,
Shove you into a pool of love,
Only to be soaked with your blood,
I see the vision cross my eyes,
As life seemed worthless, an afterlife forever,
These things I'd treasure if I had your time,
But I burn in Hell watching what I threw away,
All the time I'd been given,
At a chance for redemption,
Laugh at me now,
With your infant laugh,
Laugh at me now,
But I burn in Hell shaking all the pain,
Laugh,
At me,
Now,
You see your pages have been written,
Written in the place of mine,
I'll break to freedom with some time,
But first your innocence shall be crime,
Fable, fable, fiction you see,
Love come back to me when I am free,
I'll stab the child, rip his heart out,
Eat his lungs, then tear him apart,
Because I want to be free.
Comment: I know.. Morbid. =/ Basically though, it describes a man who burns in Hell for taking his own life but in some way he's given the chance to kill a child to gain his life back.