It seems so. . . . devious, and almost satirical, I don't know it speaks to me and makes me feel emotions that I can't describe. . . I love the line, you precious jerk its like the sarcastic way you make fun of this jerk of yours is so. . .. piercing? I don't know, I like it, though!

"I love your voice,

your soft brown hair.

I love your eyes

and love your stare."

That verse just spoke to me!

this is an amazing poem really good and its so relating to me rite now

i love this poem! i've read it so many times. i love that almost ever1 can relate to it. including me

haha, I still love this one..>I read it sometime before it was even in the magazine, and it is marked as one of my favorites..haha, I still love it....:D

The rhyme at the end is kind of weak, but the rest is great

I love it. This is so good!

this is amazing, sounds like almost every guy i know. wonderful job!

I really can relate to this poem. It seems that all of the guys I end up falling for are just like this...

that was AMAZING...so delicately put the way you enticed how he hated the way he felt about her and how he felt like perfection was so evil to him. it broke my heart when i read that. why can't a guy just see what's right in front of him...thank you for writing that. it really was beautiful.

sorry wrong comment . but good poem!

that was AMAZING...so delicately put the way you enticed how he hated the way he felt about her and how he felt like perfection was so evil to him.

aw, this sounds just like my jerk. (:

this was so good, i know PLENTY of guys who are totally like this in my school :) great job!

WHEN I READ THT I THOUGH OF MYSELF. I HAVE A JERK TOO

wow.. memories just poured in.

i like this poem it reminds me of a guy i liked

I like how the poem describe you feeling.

I like how the poem describe you feeling. Great words.

Inspiring, love can be air...What do you believe? I give you...

"RAZED EXPECTATIONS"

Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile that I meant to be wry. Of course, it's difficult to articulate emotions that I can't feel, but I find that irony is relatively simple to demonstrate. I inhaled the toxic vapors of the cigarette casually. Its sinister, black cancer couldn't cripple a seventeen-year-old boy with no lungs, let alone a heart.

I glanced in the direction of the horizon, and flinched. The sun was dying flamboyantly, casting its radiant colors across the sky. Its last waves of light caressed my cold, pale skin. I wanted to snarl rebelliously as I felt its warmth slide against me deviously.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

My muscles went rigid, and I had to focus madly on controlling my shaking hands. I would know that voice, that beautiful, disastrous voice, in the realms beyond that of Earth. I grated my teeth, reeling in the disturbing sensations that she unknowingly always aroused in me.

I cocked my body towards her arrogantly, and lifted my mouth into a crooked crescent moon. I felt my eyes flashing, but I worked vehemently to fixate an arctic, hard tone into the dark of my indigo irises.

“I find the sunset lifeless and meaningless, actually,” I countered flatly, and a beat too late.

She laughed merrily, and I struggled within myself as my mind and body became entranced by the beautiful movement of her laughter as the colors of the sun played about her.

“You amuse me, Darian. How can you have such a pessimistic view of the world? The sun will not be lifeless until it disappears beneath the horizon, and the night falls. It’ll rise tomorrow, though,” she said.

I dared not think of her name. I hated the way my soul-if I had a soul-thrilled when her voice lingered over my name. It reminded me of music. I had to close my mind defiantly as I thought of music. I wanted nothing that resembled passion.

“That’s an inane notion that foolish women entertain. You want poetry, and ridiculous vows of forever. You aren’t difficult to read. If you want that sunset to mean something, then you want unrequited love. It doesn’t work like that,” I growled unmercifully, angry at her for unleashing the flood of feelings upon me.