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The    time   has    come..
To   say    Good    Night..
God     keep   you   safe..
In     the     moonlight...

Think     of    me..
In    your    dreams..
Remembering     that..
We    are    a   team...

Farewell     for   now..
We'll    talk    soon...
Enjoy    your    time..
In    the   light   of   the   moon..

I've read your lips;
Studied your body language.
We're alike.
ESP is way over-rated.
I don't want to know your thoughts,
Nor you mine.
His Holiness has nasty thoughts,
As does the Dala Lama.
We are envious, jealous, and discouraged.
Powerful people have lust in their hearts.
We would occupy a lonely world
If our private thoughts were known,
Our actions exposed
When we're alone.
That's the operative word,
*Alone.
When you are a poet
you don't place yourself on a pedestal
don't spit venomous hate
think fellow writers are dismal.

When you are a poet
you don't feel a superiority
fellow writers you gleefully berate
make yourself perversely witty.

When you are a poet
your heart is a little more wide
you don't fume and fret
readers are not on your side.

If you are a poet
you know better than to be arrogantly vain
don't carry ego's sinful weight
but let your art pour through your pen.
once twice thrice
i rock back and forth
and hit my head on the wall
i cry then laugh
at all who see
i'm insane
nice to meet you
to bad for you
cuz you met me
im gonna die
and then you'll see
im no longer nice
so how did i become me
you hurt me
you hit me
yet im not broken
im just cracking
little by little
turning into alot by alot
im cracking up
hehehehe
guess what
nevermind about what you think life is
cuz thats not life
im dead
did you know that
i'm a figment of your imagination
didn't know you were so distrubed huh
hehehe
you made me in your mind
cuz you have no one else to blame
so i guess you blame me
you give me all the pain
all the torture
all the crazy
i'm insane
nice to meet you
i think
meaning you think
cuz i'm in your imagination
hehehe
you'll never know someone as ****** up as me
because i'm your ****** up imaginery person
hehehe
welcome to my home
your head
but since im the worst of you
i have my own head
i hide there
so noone can come get me to remove me
hehehe
but you know what
nothing will save you from me
and since im the worst of you
there is no best of or from me
hehehe
you ****** up royally this time
hehehehehehehe............
My life ***** im always getting bullied,
people kick me, punch me and hurt me,
this one girl punched me in the face,
i just want to go in my room and die.
i think a gun, knife, hang myself or jump off the cliff.
but my boyfriend stops me,
he said i cant **** myself he loves me too much.
he broke up with me,
i just wanna **** myself,
he cant stop me now.
i grab a knife, i grab a gun, i grab a chair, i grab a rope, i grab a cord.
i wrote a letter to my family.

" I love you all but my life is ***** tell my ex-boyfriend this is all his fault. Dad if you want to go **** him, I'll watch from above.".
Only fires burning bright,
will glimmer in the dim of night.
On the edge of the forest where the river is red,
where faith and reason both are dead.
In ecstasy the invalids run astray,
into the circles where the shadows play.
Of silhouettes dancing in the earthly mist,
raving naked with sanity dismissed.
Running wild in ceremonial haze,
with eyes made of ***** and hearts of clay.

Their lonely fires burning bright,
cast smoke rings off into the night.
Whilst the ancient forest is oblivious to their undertakings.
And watches the smoke pass out of sight.
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