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You came back with rage again
You stupid, freaking, angry pen
I used to think that we were friends
But that seems to be coming to an end
You're an angry pen
A crazy pen
I don't like you one bit
You're a lazy pen
A stupid pen
A freaking baby nudist pen
And I Hate You
I want to write but you're too busy distracting me
With you're incorrect grammar and all your pointless babbling
I can't believe this is happening
How can a pen be mad at me?
I feel like a disciple and this pen is just a Sadducee
And I'm *******, again
But this time it's going to stay
All I wanted to do was play
But this pen led me astray
And I hate it
Every little click makes me cringe
Every little word I write makes me want more revenge
But lets face it...
What exactly would I do a pen?
Instead of taking it a part and putting it back together again
Well, it depends...
But honestly pens don't really make good friends
You rusty pen
You musty pen
You mother freaking ugly pen!
I hate you pen!
I breake you pen!
I can't wait to look down from Heaven and see your face in hell.
 Sep 2013 hallee
Michael Crody
Poems reread
Words never said
Your kiss lingers on my lips
Your silk skin beneath my finger tips
Shackled by distance my passion grows
A starving beast, he knows his feast
Although he knows not when
The beast knows his fate
The beast craves forever his mate
 Sep 2013 hallee
Tilly
Abundance...
 Sep 2013 hallee
Tilly
of   this,
full to burst

~ until known (and shared)~
is felt;

                  Within
                          yet 
                     ­            without.
(one stroke)

:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0hHir8mJlM
Armin van Buuren - this is what it feels like
 Jun 2013 hallee
AJ Sheikh
Truth
 Jun 2013 hallee
AJ Sheikh
The hidden realities...
And things too good to be real...
Keeping one's tongue between the teeth...
And costly is the silence that we keep...
For our inside's will cave in deep...
And know that only truth shall set you free...
 Jun 2013 hallee
Kathryn Houghton
Day and night
Embrace a world together,
But never each other.
All that one will ever see
Is a glimpse of fleeing back
That sets desire penetrating both skies.
They plan together without speaking, without seeing,
To crush the world cradled between them
So that they might mesh together,
End this unwilling chase
And satisfy eons of longing;
But when that happens
They look upon each other,
Only to find that they are the same;
There is no more night
No more day.
The chase is over,
But the longing remains.
 Jun 2013 hallee
Loren C
Sorry, thank you and I love you is a short and simple word
but it's very difficult to say.

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