
If you want to end your life
Just think of all the pain and strife
Cause if everything has gone to hell
Maybe you should go as well
But before you reach the holy gate
Think of all the things you hate
The things you love that bring much joy
The smile on a girl or boy
The songs you love and make you dance
The fact that you look AMAZING in those pants
Movies TV and entertainment
Evil men held in containment
The bright sun and birds that sing
Think of every little thing
Can the good out-weigh the bad
The many things that make you sad
There's twice as much things worth of love
Fancy food and stars above
You can't help it, life is rough
And though you feel you've had enough
Put down the glass and try to smile
I promise it is worth your while
Though life has hit its skids
We're all just stupid little kids
So face your fears and be forgiving
Because I promise life is worth its living.
~David Rusiecki
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Omg.. my song. My song is on. Guys. Guys. This is my song. GUYS. EVERYONE. THIS IS MY SONG. SHUT UP EVERYONE. GUYS. GUYS. stabs someone ***** THIS IS MY SONG.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Poems don't always have to Rhyme
Hell, I see un-rhyming poems all the time!
Poems about food, nature and love
Poems about family, and the stars above
A poem doesn't need to have rhythm
For the feels to be put in em'
They just must be beautiful, to enter your soul
Put your mind at peace, make you feel whole
Shit... this is kind of ironic.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
New York ~ News
New Jersey ~ Beaches
California ~ Movies
Florida ~ Disney World
Kentucky ~ Chicken
Texas ~ People that can't fit in their cars
Connecticut ~ Lyme Disease
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Girls, girls, slutty girls
You crave the nectar of the ball
But STD's aren't Pokemon
So you dont gotta catch em' all
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Bob had a kid, Bob had a wife, Bob had a job and Bob had a life
Bob was always happy, Bob was never sad, sometimes Bob got angry, but it was always just a fad
There he was. Bob. The perfect guy, never did drugs and never got high, never made a person cry
But one day....
A vending machine fell across Bob's chest.. Bob was paralyzed, a vegetable. He layed in the hospital, hooked up to a machine.. keeping him alive.
He watched as his friends and family debated over shutting off the machine that Bob was attached to, and **** him. He watched his own mother give the "ok" to the doctor.. he watched the doctor shut off the machine.
Bob was a model human.. he never got to hug his kids goodbye, he never got to tell his wife he loved her one last time.
Bob died a horrible, sad, lonely, painful, torturous death.
THERE IS NO GOD.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC