Buncha Mini-Poems

#1)Yours or mine? Either way, one of us must go.
dont think this didnt happen for a reason.
But no faith means never having to say youre sorry.

#2)id rather be a devil.
id rather be a devil than a peasant.
but id rather be myself given the choice.
shed the tears, shed the blood.
in the end, well in the end...it just wont matter...

#3)
thats how you become great.
you put yourself out there.
thats true, it has to be.
no one becomes great by standing idly by.
your comfort zone is your prison.
i know this but i still live in my own.
most, if not all of what i say is bullshit.
i tell people i can write, but thats not true.
i write better than the average person
but i cant write anything that matters.
and thats the problem really
its not about writing, its not about my lack of talent,
its not about my looks.
personality? hell no.
i dont understand what matters,
i dont understand whats relevant.
and i think its because im too scared
to show what i think really matters.

#4)i write in cliches.
your typical sad teeny-bopper.
your standard "pity-me-i-lost-myself"
average jane, wannabe rockstar superhero.
but the truth is i dont understand my own reality.
Lets make decisions based on our dreams.
i think that way. its dangerous. necessary? maybe.
im sure i have some redeeming qualities,
but to my best efforts, i fail to know them.
i live in cliches.
20 years old.
Get on that career track.
30 years old.
how bout them kids?
40 years old.
my bones are aching.
50 years old.
retirements calling.
i want nothing more than to not be this cliche.
i want it all.
the talent, the art, the life, the boy
the cars, the style, the fame, the friends.
I want fucking gas money.
I want everything i cant have.
Lets make it happen.

Ive been writing like mad lately...im really glad with how my works been turning out...

feedback?

I really like the fourth one. Its starting to make me think.