I've posted these poems before, but I decided to put them all together, and see what you guys think. Some of them I've written recently and some I've written years ago. I'm not asking you to read them all, but read what you can, and tell me what you think. Thanks. 
The water sits still like a frozen blanket out on the frosty lake.
One woman, who traveled to hell and back, walked alone in pain and ache.
With each threatening step she took, the Earth would silently quake.
Because the woman was here for revenge - good, clean revenge.
And revenge here on Earth was the one thing that she'd take.
Her eyes were a reddish fire that would burn with just one touch.
Her face was so full of misery. Full of bitterness, regret, and such.
Her lover had left her to drown in the lake. Her heart couldn't bear very much.
The lake swirled violently when she died - black water that made her die.
Dark water that pulled her away from the boat, and loosened her weak clutch.
It was a dark and peaceful night when her lover took her on a date.
He surprised her with a beautiful boat to row around the cold lake.
But alas, a storm struck so violently, that the boat would tilt and shake.
And she lost her life to the lake water.
The foul, dark lake water.
She had fell into the pool of black death and that had been her fate.
The woods were quiet and beckoning. His cabin lay still by a tree.
A dagger glinted in her hand. Her face was overcome with glee.
For he shall die tonight. And die by the hands of she.
For it was him that she had a vacation to hell
a cold, brutal vacation to hell.
Now that mortifying experience to hell, her lover will be able to see.
His fire crackled warmly, red and orange flames so bright.
He lived in that old warm cabin; alone he was that night.
When a startling knock knock knock gave him such a fright.
His warm hands slowly turned the doorknob.
Very slowly turned the doorknob.
To see his old lover standing there, her hand raised with a knife.
The water sits still like a frozen blanket out on the frosty lake.
One woman, who traveled to hell and back, walked alone in pain and ache.
With each threatenin step she took, the Earuth would silently quake.
Because the woman had done her revenge - her harsh, cold revenge.
And this was her last day on Earth before she'd fall into the dark depths of the lake.
Why?
Why should I die for you?
Please tell me why.
Why should I grieve for you?
Why should I cry?
You woke me so gently,
your eyes had a glow.
I didn't want to sneak out with you.
I didn't want to go.
Your face looked so angry,
my tears dripping down.
I knew you had been drinking
when you were fooling around.
The night was black and dark
and so was your face.
With the steering wheel in your hand,
you looked out of place.
There was a red light up ahead,
but you pedaled even more.
Why did I push you?
Out the car door?
You tumbled and twisted
and fell to the ground
but I crashed oh so violently
and there wasn't a sound.
You made it through safely
through the end of that night
but I was stuck in a hospital.
Fighting a tough fight.
It's the end of me now.
Because you had to drunk-drive.
You were lucky I saved you
with the cost of my life.
Let this be a lesson
that you shouldn't drink and drive
or you may end up like me
who lost her only life
Have You Ever Been Like Me?
a poem by Halena N.
Have you ever been like me?
And see life flash through your eyes?
This person that you think you see
is just my quick disguise.
Have you ever been like me?
And ran home, covered in tears?
My head racing, my mind crushed
by you, my biggest fear.
Have you ever been like me?
And ran from a man with a knife?
who's furious, and seeks for blood
and also wants my life.
Have you ever been like me?
And have been forced to always run?
Because I stumbled upon a secret
and now I've lost my fun.
I'm lucky to survive each day
I'm hiding, frightened, from you.
I know you've never been like me, but
you still treat me like you do.
Have you ever been like me?
Spent one minute in my shoes?
Then please, tell me why
you treat me as you do.
To Walk Through Another Light
by Halena N.
Caryn, unaware of the drunk man
started to cross the street
the man couldn't reach the brakes fast enough
Caryn and death would soon meet
Her eyes filled with terror as she saw
the van racing down towards her
the drunk man had broken the law
everything became a misty blur
Her body lied still on the ground
her blood were dark puddles of red
she became oblivious to all the sound
there was too much pain in her head
The ambulance came, its horn blaring
to collect the bodies of the dead
and surrounding people couldn't help staring
at the bodies, scarred and bloody red
The drunk driver was ushered into the police car
and carted off to jail
and when Caryn's mother heard about her death,
she let out the most heart-breaking w
The water sits still like a frozen blanket out on the frosty lake.
One woman, who traveled to hell and back, walked alone in pain and ache.
With each threatening step she took, the Earth would silently quake.
Because the woman was here for revenge - good, clean revenge.
And revenge here on Earth was the one thing that she'd take.
Her eyes were a reddish fire that would burn with just one touch.
Her face was so full of misery. Full of bitterness, regret, and such.
Her lover had left her to drown in the lake. Her heart couldn't bear very much.
The lake swirled violently when she died - black water that made her die.
Dark water that pulled her away from the boat, and loosened her weak clutch.
It was a dark and peaceful night when her lover took her on a date.
He surprised her with a beautiful boat to row around the cold lake.
But alas, a storm struck so violently, that the boat would tilt and shake.
And she lost her life to the lake water.
The foul, dark lake water.
She had fell into the pool of black death and that had been her fate.
The woods were quiet and beckoning. His cabin lay still by a tree.
A dagger glinted in her hand. Her face was overcome with glee.
For he shall die tonight. And die by the hands of she.
For it was him that she had a vacation to hell
a cold, brutal vacation to hell.
Now that mortifying experience to hell, her lover will be able to see.
His fire crackled warmly, red and orange flames so bright.
He lived in that old warm cabin; alone he was that night.
When a startling knock knock knock gave him such a fright.
His warm hands slowly turned the doorknob.
Very slowly turned the doorknob.
To see his old lover standing there, her hand raised with a knife.
The water sits still like a frozen blanket out on the frosty lake.
One woman, who traveled to hell and back, walked alone in pain and ache.
With each threatenin step she took, the Earuth would silently quake.
Because the woman had done her revenge - her harsh, cold revenge.
And this was her last day on Earth before she'd fall into the dark depths of the lake.
Why?
Why should I die for you?
Please tell me why.
Why should I grieve for you?
Why should I cry?
You woke me so gently,
your eyes had a glow.
I didn't want to sneak out with you.
I didn't want to go.
Your face looked so angry,
my tears dripping down.
I knew you had been drinking
when you were fooling around.
The night was black and dark
and so was your face.
With the steering wheel in your hand,
you looked out of place.
There was a red light up ahead,
but you pedaled even more.
Why did I push you?
Out the car door?
You tumbled and twisted
and fell to the ground
but I crashed oh so violently
and there wasn't a sound.
You made it through safely
through the end of that night
but I was stuck in a hospital.
Fighting a tough fight.
It's the end of me now.
Because you had to drunk-drive.
You were lucky I saved you
with the cost of my life.
Let this be a lesson
that you shouldn't drink and drive
or you may end up like me
who lost her only life
Have You Ever Been Like Me?
a poem by Halena N.
Have you ever been like me?
And see life flash through your eyes?
This person that you think you see
is just my quick disguise.
Have you ever been like me?
And ran home, covered in tears?
My head racing, my mind crushed
by you, my biggest fear.
Have you ever been like me?
And ran from a man with a knife?
who's furious, and seeks for blood
and also wants my life.
Have you ever been like me?
And have been forced to always run?
Because I stumbled upon a secret
and now I've lost my fun.
I'm lucky to survive each day
I'm hiding, frightened, from you.
I know you've never been like me, but
you still treat me like you do.
Have you ever been like me?
Spent one minute in my shoes?
Then please, tell me why
you treat me as you do.
To Walk Through Another Light
by Halena N.
Caryn, unaware of the drunk man
started to cross the street
the man couldn't reach the brakes fast enough
Caryn and death would soon meet
Her eyes filled with terror as she saw
the van racing down towards her
the drunk man had broken the law
everything became a misty blur
Her body lied still on the ground
her blood were dark puddles of red
she became oblivious to all the sound
there was too much pain in her head
The ambulance came, its horn blaring
to collect the bodies of the dead
and surrounding people couldn't help staring
at the bodies, scarred and bloody red
The drunk driver was ushered into the police car
and carted off to jail
and when Caryn's mother heard about her death,
she let out the most heart-breaking w