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 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
Bunhead17
You think just because
I have a smile on my face and I'm laughing
That everything is fine
When I'm not ok

forgettng what there was
Sometimes it maybe could over barring,
But when you fall out of line,
While your ahead just stop

Because you don't know me
So don't judge me
On what you think you know
I'm don't have a perfect life
I never lived in a two parent home
A day in life


Ignoring your pity,
I will have feeling empty,
Your better pray and hope,
That I don't reach you out of sight,
You won't miss when I'm gone,
Had to sacrifice

Don't misinterpret me nomore
Like stupid-*** ******* just stop
If you don't witness with your eyes
Then don't witness with your mouth
So stop these dumb-*** rumors
Cause don't none of y'all know my struggles

Allowing me to settle the score,
Please get of a ****,
You have to realize,
I'm nothing to mess with,
Beggers can be choosers,
And what you chose is for me to make the world crumble.

I'm like apple I look great on the outside
But I'm ****** up on the inside
Don't Judge a book by it cover

Look out boys,
Don't **** around ,
She's got a lover,

Look out girls
Don't **** around
He's got a lover
By Falen Acon (me) and Arcassin Burnham ©2014
If death is an adventure
Life is the preparation.
We prepare to die, but we try to prevent it
To prevent the end is nearly impossible
But just one more candle that has to be lit
To die is to live
And to live is to die.
Gray hair and crinkled skin
Showing that the end is near
So we turn up the music and drink beer

We drink until we forget the preparation
We drink to forget the end
Mid-life crisis creeping up the older you get
You can't leave at the last bit.
Death is something we don't understand
Though we try so hard to.

You see, the thing is
Only the dead know what happens when you're dead
And that seems to bother us the most
We don't know if we fade to dust
Or if we go somewhere great

At the end we are all headstones with a name
That has been long forgotten
Tears shed that are now rotten

But the biggest problem is:
Only dead people know what happens when you die
And that is the hardest part of a good-bye
 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
cheryl love
There was a race at the farm
This caused a great deal of alarm
A stampede of wildebeest
Were stopped by old geese
But the rest of the animals were calm.

The Geese thought the situation funny
And so did the farmyard bunny
But the wildebeest were too strong
And their plan went wrong
So the Geese ended up giving the Wildebeest money.

They called the race off as nobody won
But the farmer was running with his gun
The pigs hid in the trough
The rest shot off
And once more the race had begun


That night they lay tired in their beds
The Geese were snoring in their shed.
The chickens thought they were lucky
They could have gone to Colonel Kentucky
And thanked the geese for saving their heads.

The moral of this story is plain
Do not mess with angry geese again.
There is no doubt about
That a farm should not fall out
As they have only got themselves to blame.
 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
bluple
Love
 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
bluple
when you Love someone, you Love that person as they are and not as you would like them to be
why should you change yourself when love shouldn't except you to?
 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham



Its not what you did , its what you meant gosh.
hummm
 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
L A Lamb
You *****—I bet you know this—
All along you knew it was wrong
You were too insecure
You wanted what wasn’t yours
You corrupt ******* *****

I swore to be nice
But it was really hard, twice
When you brought it up
Shoved it in my face—
I wanted to put you in your place
But I knew, too true, it was all you could do
To regain a feeling,
Feel like you had meaning,
And were worth something to him

But your summer skin was not enough
To make him stay, you were a piece to play,
A piece to hold and let go of right away
An action he made
To throw my world in disarray

You stupid *****
He never gave a ****
That’s why it was a hit and quit
—was it worth it?
To be a *** and make me feel bad?
We both know
He never loved you,
And that’s pretty ******* sad
I bet you were ******* mad
When he used your ***,
then tossed you aside like trash—
for a drunken smash, trying to hurt me--

you were nothing more than
a slick slit to stick his ****
and I bet you feel like ****
you were a shard to break my heart
and you did—you betrayed a sister
for a mister who only used you as a quickfix
—that manipulative ***** had you tricked!

But you know what?
You deserved it—you heard it
In my fake voice—the restrain
Not to tackle you and beat your face
But I refrained, still the pain:
For you and me both,
But it sure ***** to see how
You could never be
The girl he loved the most.
 Oct 2014 Ayman Zain
CORNEL PUNK
In dream, I was reading maths textbook.
I gained a lot knowl of the highbook.
From my bed I leap
when I woke from sleep
to notice I was chatting on facebook.
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