Haha, Chris made it sound like those poems were his, but i just found them in this freaky deaky book my mom gave me yesterday... either way, i found a few that i'd like to share, if you don't mind:

I have done it to me again.

No other being has the power
to hurt me as deeply as I do.

It is the "need"

The "need" for love.

I need love because
I am not happy with I;
me is not satisfied with me.

In order to stop this hurting
I must reach a point of
contentment within myself.

And that'll take
some reaching.

Yeah, I think that's a winner... this one rocks too, but after typing this, I may go off and have a cry, since I'm exausted from the half a day i have spent driving nowhere...

nope, sorry, maybe in a minute, the crying is getting a wee bit out of hand... where's that damn sedative?

---Meghan