A Man With No Name

Death the consumer always taking never leaving you want to see how it work look around nothing is alive
the world a merry go round that goes around without a sound im bound to hit the ground and never be found in the human flesh that covers the ground,
Spinning in circles with stars shining bright nameless are millions unseen by sight we stand with might and die with fright lift my dieing white hand to the light



Tyler is my name, now that I told you that we can get on with who I am...
Now I'm a kid who's concerned about the time.
Life ticks, people die, and nothing ever changes.
Now me, I don't care who you are, you have a purpose and I have mine, sometimes we come together to fight and cry and sometimes we actually get along quite well.

Now who am I that is a question that a wise man would say why try to put a simple label on me well I'm blond and in your face with a remark and if you ever need someone to get the best of you thats me and I'm good for a laugh or two and remember times ticks life goes on dosen't matter if you stay or die.


Today I am hoping that tommorow never comes but if it does may that my one wish come true and the only thing I wish to change is that you never change.


Why does It seem that I only crave the silence the world has broken my heart and now my soul is fasten to these bone holding on for all its worth.

Do I exist to be a part of only the background I'm sure the answer is yes for I'm being pushed away from the outside world so slowly that I don't even realize that the ice has chocked out my last breath of life.


Mr.Bunny

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"Copy him into your profile to help
him achieve world domination"

So you wanta know about me
Well I'm a kid with a quote for everything remember I'm different not oridnary and the thing I hear said about me is they like me because I'm not weird I just do everything different and by the was I love Stragety games like cards, Monopoly, chess and anything in that area.
Also I like Girls basketball and soccer,
So who am I? that is for me to know and you to find out so give me a comment.

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Well heres a poem hope you like it
Why Child

You see those awful slums surrounded by drunks and littered gun shells.
Well behind them in a dark alley way worse a man sits a story he tells.
How a mother gave birth in that very slum is how the tale will be told.
Not one blanket keeping him warm so he found himself in a world so cold
Through the years blessed him with strength they cursed him with madness.
Walking down crowded streets not one soul would even come near the sadness.
An Anger brewing many fights lost and won soon he bought himself a gun.
His crime spree just begun many men and cops lay dieing and even deceased.
His eyes blood red and killing like a glutton unsatisfied even at a spread feast.
A madness driven into him because of a world of hate which held him still.
A sadness uncured because not medicated when young so now he shall kill.
The swat comes closer and soon he falls which was now the only alternative.
His mother comes and sees him buried but not one other person or relative.
A grave is a sad place to find peace and so he lays and tears from a mother flow.
Only a boy of fourteen but the grief and pain toiled even if at first very so slow.
Now a mother lamb without a son to care for slowly wears away till its no more
Sadness overcame her and even through I comforted her I couldn’t heal her core.
So beside her son she lays because of a flawed system and soon it will show again.
A son is born and without a blanket to keep him safe from harm it shall again begin.



By Tyler Espetveidt

I hate it that the world judges a man by what he looks like and not who he is.
I hate to see the tears of hurt in a girls face.
I hate to put people in their place but somtime it has to be done.
I hate how math is a religion not a science everything is done in faith that it works.
I would hate the feeling that my eyes are perfect and theres actually no world to see
I hate what makes me who I am today
I hate being too late to save a friend from himself.
I hate those who use white with white print grrrr
I hate those who try to label me