shot17 - Hello Poetry

My name is St. Jimmy with a heart like a hand grenade But the tracks were bleeped An idiot was I made I eat 20 packs a day But haven't smoked a single one I am a romance machine in my head But I've never actually had fun I am a model by day A rebel by night Nobody actually knows it But crack up I just might Schizophrenic Hallucinogenic Insomniac Suicidic Tragic Hypocritic.

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC

Implosion

My name is St. Jimmy with a heart like a hand grenade But the tracks were bleeped An idiot was I made I eat 20 packs a day But haven't smoked a single one I am a romance machine in my head But I've never actually had fun I am a model by day A rebel by night Nobody actually knows it But crack up I just might Schizophrenic Hallucinogenic Insomniac Suicidic Tragic Hypocritic.

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Firecrackers fly It's a colorshow We run for nothing Johnny Pop makes soda bombs You can hear him come down the hall Sparks hit the floor Run away! Run away! It's coming for you! Bottle rockets hit the sky They explode in days gone by We run We are still running We are invincible

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC

Sugar and Bombs

Firecrackers fly It's a colorshow We run for nothing Johnny Pop makes soda bombs You can hear him come down the hall Sparks hit the floor Run away! Run away! It's coming for you! Bottle rockets hit the sky They explode in days gone by We run We are still running We are invincible

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You are beautiful. But I don't want to be with you. You want to be with me. But I don't want to be with you. Why? I don't know. You are beautiful. But I won't let myself be with you. You want to be with me. But I won't let myself be with you. Why? I don't know. You are beautiful. And I want to be like you. You don't know it, But I want to be like you. Why? Because you are beautiful.

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC

Beautiful

You are beautiful. But I don't want to be with you. You want to be with me. But I don't want to be with you. Why? I don't know. You are beautiful. But I won't let myself be with you. You want to be with me. But I won't let myself be with you. Why? I don't know. You are beautiful. And I want to be like you. You don't know it, But I want to be like you. Why? Because you are beautiful.

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I am a good kid! I am a nice little lamb! Actually, Don't expect that anymore! For I found who I really am!

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC

Actually

I am a good kid! I am a nice little lamb! Actually, Don't expect that anymore! For I found who I really am!

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They are hurt. We must feel for them. They need help to heal. They've been hurt. They need help. But what about me?

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC

Help them

They are hurt. We must feel for them. They need help to heal. They've been hurt. They need help. But what about me?

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I was walking down the street. A man was in front of me. He was walking. Then he stopped. He came towards me. He said "How much do you cost?" I said if he wanted me, he would need to catch me first. He chased me. He yelled, "Get back here!" I said no. I ran to my house. He followed. When I entered, I slammed the door behind me. He kept running towards my house. Faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! He was running when he got to the door. The door gave. The glass broke. He kept running. He ran to the kitchen. I was waiting. I held a knife. He looked at me. He was angry. But I was innocent. The blood was my own. I dropped the knife. He looked at me. Oh! When will these wounds heal?

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC

Walking

I was walking down the street. A man was in front of me. He was walking. Then he stopped. He came towards me. He said "How much do you cost?" I said if he wanted me, he would need to catch me first. He chased me. He yelled, "Get back here!" I said no. I ran to my house. He followed. When I entered, I slammed the door behind me. He kept running towards my house. Faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! He was running when he got to the door. The door gave. The glass broke. He kept running. He ran to the kitchen. I was waiting. I held a knife. He looked at me. He was angry. But I was innocent. The blood was my own. I dropped the knife. He looked at me. Oh! When will these wounds heal?

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I walked in. There was light. I was fed penicillin. I drank alchohol. Carpe Diem. 21ST I lost sight of it. .. / .--. .-.. . -.. --. . / .- .-.. .-.. . --. .. .- -. -.-. . .-.-.- I walked out. The light was gone.

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

21st Carpe Diem

I walked in. There was light. I was fed penicillin. I drank alchohol. Carpe Diem. 21ST I lost sight of it. .. / .--. .-.. . -.. --. . / .- .-.. .-.. . --. .. .- -. -.-. . .-.-.- I walked out. The light was gone.

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