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Johnathan locke May 2015
I value my strengths,
And I accept my weaknesses.
I don't hide my flaws,
And proving it to you isn't one of my businesses.

I accept I cannot,
Change who I am.
For hiding who I am,
Would be a great sham.

You see what you get,
You get what you see.
If you wanted more,
Poor you, you got me.
Johnathan locke May 2015
What happens to forever?
Is it one great lie?
Does the pledge to love for eternity,
End when you die?

When does forever end?
When you gaze apon the truth?
If you look up far enough,
Can you see heavens roof?

I know where forever ends.
It's a line that shall not waver.
The answer is rather clear,
Forever ends at never.
Johnathan locke May 2015
iPad, computer,
VCR.
Television, cell phone,
Movie star.

Clash of clans, minecraft,
COD.
Pokemon halo,
PVP.

Having fun, all day,
Disaster strikes.
Red bar, 0%,
Battery dies.
This generation should log off more often.
Johnathan locke May 2015
Inside my tears are falling,
Quenching the fire of my will.
My emotions inside are a turmoil lake,
And only when I'm dieing will they still.

My sorrow fills my thoughts,
Making sadness wherever I see.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But only my words will hurt me.
Johnathan locke May 2015
You say I'm lazy, and that I'm ruining my life,
You want someone better, it's causing internal strife.
When you see the score on my head dropping,
To the execution, my head will be lopping.

That score on your head is everything,
Without it their blows aren't soft.
And to all that see me as a trophy,
I tell you now, *******!

I am a strong,independent person,
Despite what you think.
I'll do my best, just like the rest,
And I don't care if I sink.

I'll do it my own way,
So get the hell off my back.
There is nothing you can say,
To "put me back on track"
Johnathan locke May 2015
I build and construct,
While all around me destroy and destruct.
I make and create,
Just to see it fall to pieces, I am irate.

Disappointed I still build more,
Just to open up old sores.
For all I give birth,
Shall be taken by the earth.
Which I build will never remain.
Johnathan locke May 2015
One sunny morning,
In the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight.

They stood back to back,
And faced one another,
They drew their swords and shot each other.

One deaf policeman heard the noise,
And got up to stop those two dead boys.
If you don't believe my story is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it to.
This is probably the most clever poem in existence, but the author is unknown. I take no credit for this work.
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