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basil Aug 2021
she told me you cried over me
and i was surprised

i hate that
*****. i still love you <3
now get out of my dreams u ******* simp ;)

08.16.2021
SophiaAtlas Aug 2021
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
Dead poets cannot speak for themselves
so i’ll just recite them instead
I wonder if all the voices in my head
are poets, reciting me among the dead
Leone Lamp Aug 2021
Hairy Jerry played his songs
Through the years
And trips so long

Hairy Jerry grinned and bared
Loved and laughed
and sang and shared

The heads looked up
They felt he cared
They loved their Hairy Jerry Bear

Now all the lot kids,
******* in bulbs
All agree that Hairy Jerry
Was the best bulb *****-er of all.
How many dead heads does it take to ***** in a light bulb?
Eleven. One to ***** in the bulb and ten to tell him Jerry could have done it better.

How many dead heads does it take to change a light bulb?
None. They just let it burn out and then fallow it around the country for fifty hears.

How many lot kids does it take to change a light bulb?
You know light bulb?!

Why is it so hot at dead shows?
Because none of the fans work.


...Happy birthday Jerry...

~08/02/2021
Cameron Jul 2021
I dared to dream, but my dreams are dead.
What once was bright, is now cold with dread.

I wanted hope, but found only fear.
Now we see that I don't belong here.

I tried to leave, but I'm trapped in place.
Stuck in this eternal stifling embrace.

But after everything, and all that you said.
I dared to dream, but my dreams are dead.
jǫrð Jul 2021
Optimism is
Hibiscus painted beyond
The fabric that binds
The History: I want to dead
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
The dead pen ...

Pages gone ...
pen broke ...
tunes faded ...
letters scattered ...
words are gone ...
got dead ...
and the echo of her sound ...
after deep hole ...
the heart bleed...
and got palsy...
to shed sadly tears ...
to a lover ...
left the heart ...
with no reason ...

pages gone ...
run out ...
and the pen died ...
after the ink ...
which it was ...
the river of letters ...
and feelings ...
that wrote ...
For who left my words...
with no reason ...
with no any words ...


Hazem Al ...
Gerald Jun 2021
To want to speak. And not to know how.

To feel. And not to know what.

To be dead, and breathing; somehow.
Axion Prelude Jun 2021
We did it again
Dancing in halls we never knew
You woke up fate just to let it fade
Never pull on heart strings
Unless you're willing to take the reins
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