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He's as straight as a curved line Or so we speculate, or so he denies A thousand signs, a million hints Never as refreshing as an evening mint He praises the men who live in the screen Projected in front for all to be seen “Is he attracted?” we ask “Or is he just trying to bring joy so that his sadness will be masked?” Deeper and deeper the bird plunges Smaller and smaller the sky gets His limbs flow and soon, suffocated The days of his junk is dated A sudden movement, always an explosion Always seems intoxicated by a freak potion Unnecessary but not always unwanted But still every inch of his body is demented His wretchedness is our pleasure The distance between his pain and our joy cannot be measured I say, everything in the universe is against him We say, his very existence is sticky and dim Angry mom Uncleaned room Missing chair Math grade in doom Lost books Crossed and shaky legs Blemished looks Intermediate pad in despair Rotten eggs Sudden rain Dancing legs Junk in pain Moldy bread Virused usb Relationship with girlfriend now dead Showing off his bare body Humongous hands Side comments Life never bland But forever in lament Alas, I bombarded him with questions He states that he feels no hatred is most situations Sometimes we wish that his life would change But that would make our own very strange
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
Juilo Lafortete
He's as straight as a curved line Or so we speculate, or so he denies A thousand signs, a million hints Never as refreshing as an evening mint He praises the men who live in the screen Projected in front for all to be seen “Is he attracted?” we ask “Or is he just trying to bring joy so that his sadness will be masked?” Deeper and deeper the bird plunges Smaller and smaller the sky gets His limbs flow and soon, suffocated The days of his junk is dated A sudden movement, always an explosion Always seems intoxicated by a freak potion Unnecessary but not always unwanted But still every inch of his body is demented His wretchedness is our pleasure The distance between his pain and our joy cannot be measured I say, everything in the universe is against him We say, his very existence is sticky and dim Angry mom Uncleaned room Missing chair Math grade in doom Lost books Crossed and shaky legs Blemished looks Intermediate pad in despair Rotten eggs Sudden rain Dancing legs Junk in pain Moldy bread Virused usb Relationship with girlfriend now dead Showing off his bare body Humongous hands Side comments Life never bland But forever in lament Alas, I bombarded him with questions He states that he feels no hatred is most situations Sometimes we wish that his life would change But that would make our own very strange
Bird = v neck Sky = skinny jeans Here's a poem that I wrote back in 9th grade about the 3rd weirdest guy in my class. I'm sorry that I wrote this poem, Julio Laforteza. Gosh I'm so mean.
marge-redelicia
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Filipino
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
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