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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
A crisp,
A crasp,
A lisp,
At last!
We ride in parallel order,
Eyes blindfolded and doused,
Tied to the bed,
Moved to the couch,
A stream of feminine secretion!!!
Western and eastern nutrition's,
Two separate juices made high dollar wine!!!!
A show divine!!
maybe I could
help you now
change your life
bring you peace

maybe I should
hold you tight
give you light
make you right

maybe you want
just a taste
I hope you see
that's such a waste

open your eyes
wake up today
then you'll see
what you can be

it's your heart
you will understand
it's beautiful here
everything is clear

forget the pain
make it disappear
just decide to
turn on the lights
and the flower crown you gave me
is in the garbage along with all our pictures
and any proof that you actually existed
because it does not seem fitting to me,
to keep flower crowns and hand-written letters
as if you'll come back or as if any of it actually
meant anything to you--
it does not seem fitting to me to keep a flower crown
when you did not keep me
it does not seem fitting to me, to keep a flower crown
when our relationship was based all on thorns

(h.l.)
i actually love flower crowns so this is very very ironic
My soul is starving.
to death to death to death.

Somebody
walk me to the store.

It's four in the morning
it's not as cold
as it should be.

I realized resistance
weighs you down &
you sink into "the ****;"
you don't need to be
the current or
go with the flow
just try floating
for survival so
you don't drown.

My head is flooded with
thoughts & doubts & worries
about nothing.
The eye of the storm
looks like yours which
looks like mine.

Like you could tell
we're dead inside

we're ever-expanding
supernova
egotistical suicide
exploding in the night
& fizzling to a spark
that's a spark because
they said it's a spark.
& everyone nods.

Live for awkward silence
or die alone complacent.

commonplace

dreams do not chase themselves,
you, or anyone else.
this realm is not that special.

you should know
I've never been so comfortable.
it's making me uneasy.

this kind of greed
is completely fine with me.

chaos. neat.
Today is a bad day.
H2O
You were water
You drowned me with every kiss
And I had waves of missing you
That crashed against me
And dragged me back out into the bay
When you left
I went through a drought
And saw mirages of you everywhere
You're the only thing that can save me
I need you
But now the only thing
I have left to remind me of you
Is my tears
And the flooding of emotions
You left behind
Go on
Tear me down
Watch me fall apart
Watch me crumble away
Beneath your horrible words
And turn me into the dirt you are
Because someday someone isn't going to
And you'll be left with a mouth full of **** and
A shovel digging your final resting place so you may rot
A

B-beaten
R-ripped into pieces
O-overwhelmed
K-kaous
E-evil
N-neglected

H-hated
O-ordeal
M-manipulated
E-exhausted; environment.

In this poem, as I continue to roam, where have I gone, and where is my home?
Was taught at a young age to Grow up quick, now as I suffer, Im still mentally sick.

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Traveling by sea, as the darkness omits light onto thy tide, I have no place to run, and no place to hide, my fear is cold and my strength can't die, I've kept head above water for so long, and now with my deepest and darkness cry, as I stare at the sky, and ask; why try, why cry, wait I don't deserve to die, while I cry my final sigh.......
Sometimes you feel as if you're out in the coldest of the darkness nights, searching for just a crack of light, to allow for a perfect sight.

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Content
Written by
PoETEPETE
{2000 ~~ 2015}
~©~ Protected & never neglected.
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