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Poetic T Nov 2015
Chorus of the dead sing soulfully
Death falls on deaf ears woefully

Songs of the dammed do chime
Words spelling out in infinite rhyme

Spirits cling swaying upon deaths tone
Each soul is devoured another seed sown

Vocalists consume and agonies pains heard
Prices are paid sinful deeds goes incurred
Daniel Hunt Oct 2014
When we broke up, man I went crazy,
confused, sad, and sometimes even lazy
I listened to someone who was
"Supposedly" my friend. So I made
our relationship come to an end.
I've apologized and apologized and
you don't seem to care. So now
without you I feel so bare.
I've wrote notes and called on
the phone but at the end of
the day I'm still all alone.
You don't realize how bad I'm hurting.
Especially when all the guys come
around flirting! You're the one for
me I know in my heart. I feel
so empty when we are apart.
You haven't talked to me in what
seems like forever. Oh how I wish
we were back together. I've tired
and tried to get you back. You
were the one to keep me on track.
I know what I did was really wrong.
But PLEASE give me another chance
it's been so long!!
you have my heart locked by a chain
and the farther you walk the harder
the pain. Baby, I have paid a price
and I will also pay a fee. If only
you ever decide to come back to
ME!!!
This poem was made to show, how sorry I was to my Girlfriend and how much I wanted her back.
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
I got no more ***** on my arms, vaginal schemes and gospel psalms. Very private skinny tribes, lit up with oversized black lights. In the very end, everybody walks this way, they all move like idioms, they all wanna be lit up like stars. Some could be prevalent like cascading dreams, nauseous just like mesquite BBQ baby-back wings.

Fly away little bird, fly away. But don't try to leave
Or you won't get paid.

I know very well, just what kinda caption your capsaicin
Can be, lit up like honey blunts, golden stars on top of your christmas tree. Strawberry Swisher Sweets, Blueberry Dunhill flavors, poke your hand through the fence, make friendly on your neighbors. If you like Kimmel Live, Conan at Midnight too, recipes for the zombies, SS ****** Youth. Blow-up and be a party. Get off work and drink your check. Get down, get off- I'll show you. Just how Martin pays the rent.

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