-- Posted by Prom3theus at 4:59 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 I am Kristoffer. I am eighteen years old. I have brown eyes as dark as Tunnels that people can get lost in. I'm a student; intellectual and tired, And I love to party. I am opinionated, yet indecisive. Nihilistic, yet dying to believe. Subject to change. I drink fancy coffees and eat plain donuts. My hair never falls into my eyes, But I wish that it would, someday. My scars show on the outside and in; A blazing testament, As I furtively try to tuck them away. I'm ashamed of my past, yet Talk about it freely. I need a pill to feel happy, two to feel sad, And one when I want to die, But none to make me live. I love winter, yet hate the cold; Love rain, but hate wetness, And I wear my heart on my sleeves. I'm the son of rage and love: Original, trustworthy, and manipulative. I hope one day to know it all, But I don't tempt fate. My name is Kristoffer, and this is 2008. -- Posted by Deviant at 5:03 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Great poem Kristoffer! You're always good at this sort of thing. -- Posted by HiRyo at 5:04 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Amazingly written