I just found this on a bit of paper in my room, I know I wrote it a couple of months ago, I know some parts don't flow too well, but I'll post it up anyway.

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Do dreams really matter?
What do they mean?
If destiny is a finalisation of fate,
Where is fate sending us?

I believe in fate's direction
Meaningless as it seems
The matrix has released my mind
But nothing relates to these dreams.

Life, fate and dreams
Are all my poetry contains,
They are plagues of thought within my brain
Waiting to be unleashed.

They confuse me,
They intrigue me,
Yet i cannot find an answer.
Questions I want solutions to
Seem blank, yet understanding.

My purpose is unknown
It's hiding deep within me
Shadowed by uncertaintly
Concealed and buried deeply.

Discover me,
It's hiding here.
I feel it,
But i cannot see...

k first things first hun u gotta name your pieces, its like a mother not naming her child so name it k. i liked this, it read well, but i didnt understand why you threw one paragraph in there with 5 lines. it does seem like u change topics, from do dreams matter, to plagues of thought on your brain, but it sorta ties together. the part that stood out for me was


My purpose is unknown
It's hiding deep within me
Shadowed by uncertaintly
Concealed and buried deeply.

good piece all and all, keep postin

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I have to say in response to ^that^ I feel like some peices cannot be named... it creates intregue if some times they are left untitled. It's nothing like a mother not naming her child, no one it really going to need to call on this, it's not alive, it's a thought, that may only be fully understood and fully felt by the writer for some period of time, there for the person who writes it should decide what to name it, not a reader. Untitled sometimes in it self creates the feeling of more than one thought, and more than one name for the peice, or not knowing the words to describe it. Some of my best peices have been untitled and I know that's the reason I clicked on this, because it was untitled. But on to the peice:
I liked the flow in it, like a spoken word poem tho puncutation may not have been there I still knew where to pause, where to start again, and when to let it flow, which demonatrates talent. Random thoughts flowing through your head at the moment maybe? But they were very interesting... kinda like the questions "dared" to be asked. I liked how you incorperated the "Matrix" as well to let the reader into your feelings. Regardless of whether or not this peice fit some poetic mold it was well written, I take it as it is and I'd say good job on it... definatly lookin forward to more of your drops, keep flowin gurly, peace