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Ella Blue Poet Aug 2015
The girl standing in the cold winter air
Her long hair wet and her feet are bare
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

Her garden was sunny, not a cloud in the sky
But now it's raining, lightning forming up high
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

All her friends run to their homes
While the little girl stands in the rain alone
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

She runs around and tries getting inside
All the doors are locked, there's no where to hide
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

She has nothing more to do but run and get warm
The girl doesn't know what to do in a storm
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

The girl is freezing, to her it's unbearable
What happened next was truly terrible
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

Her running was something of a maniac
And suddenly lightning struck her back
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

And where her body lay, death looms
While her friends sleep peacefully in their bedrooms
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

And in her coffin she lies today
All she wanted to do was go out and play
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
Thunder and lightning making a horrible sound

Now listen here, don't run in a storm
Else you will leave this earth in a ghostly form
The water falling down hits ******* the ground
And it falls on the girl who isn't making a sound.
Rules remain unwritten
They're known but left unsaid
You don't speak ill will of someone
Especially the dead

Keep off the grass
don't dare go there
Don't touch
and put that down
are nothing when you
hold them to
the people in the ground

You never ask a soldier
If he's seen somebody die
You will not get an answer
But, you see it in their eyes

They live with this deep secret
It burns a hole inside their heart
So, don't ever ask this question
Don't put the horse before the cart

Your grandad, earned our freedom
As did many others too
They fought for future generations
that means they fought for me and  you
Freedom is a concept
One that many do not get
It's a thing taken for granted
And that should make us all upset

The battles that they went through
both in real time and their mind
For a concept such as freedom
To which so many remain blind

You never ask a soldier
If he's seen somebody die
You will not get an answer
But, you see it in their eyes

Be grateful and respectful
To show they did not die in vain
don't ever ask a soldier
Don't make him show his pain
Sannie Aug 2015
She was the one to tell me about the rules that the game included, about how to not only play but even win the game.

The so called game "Love"

She made me a list of tips and tricks.

1 the person you think about when you stand infront of the ocean,
is your true love.

2 the person you think about when it's 2 am and you are laying in bed,
is your true love.

3 the person you text when your mind is drunk and your eyes are drowned,
is your true love.

She did not go further than these 3, because most people playing were satisfied with only 1.

She told me to be careful and to be pacient, but she also told me to be very strict in handeling these tricks.

She watched me as I played and remained silent when needed, but after many waisted chances she walked up to me.

She asked me 'what's the matter, why aren't you winning?' the poor little thing did not know why her advices could not prevent me from failing.

She yelled and cried and did everything she could, until she finally gave up and left me with the words, 'I think you need to proceed the game without me'

She  left thinking that she would never return.

She must have found it weird to get my texts, but came as i asked her to.
'Why did you text me' she yelled to me.
'Because my mind is drunk and my eyes are drowned' I replied.
'Where are we' she asked me. ' Infront of the ocean' I answered.
'What time is it' she wondered  'Almost 2 am' I whispered.  

She slowly stepped towards me.
'Why didn't you try the game' she cried to me.'
And that's when I told her.
I told her 'Because I have already won it when I met you'
sorry if it is too long, and please tell me if I have misspelled anything !! btw I am not gay but I know someone who is and this is for her
Rain that falls as dust
Rain that feels like ashes
Wasted on skin that might as well be dead
Not feeling it
Not the life of the party
My life a crime scene
That nobody bothered to report
Knuckles glossy red
Unplugged like spilled lemonade
Face-planted on papier-mâché curbs
And I didn't even get to keep the balloons
No more wicked games
This was my ship
To wreck
Just raise it from the bottomless pit
They say
Live like an adult
But I'd rather
Die like a child
Rain isn't stopping today.
And I'd like to jump in the puddles, but I'm not supposed to do that.
I'm an "Adult".

Childhood series #8
Alan S Bailey Jul 2015
I am a dog, I am naked and alone.
I'm not the only one.
This is it, my expensive 11 square feet
I like to call my empty home.
I guess there's something to be said
For this "stupid dog" who will never *EVER

Get to "see anyone" real but might just get
The lucky joy of being ******!
Vivian Jun 2015
I'm not supposed to hate you.

I'm not supposed to think you're stupid.
I'm not supposed to want to run away.
I'm not supposed to think you're wrong.
I'm not supposed to talk back.
I'm not supposed to have an opinion.
I'm not supposed to be right.
I'm not supposed to want to hit you.
I'm not supposed to want to swear.
I'm not supposed to question your love.
I'm not supposed to think you're a bad person.
I'm not supposed to be scared of you.
I'm not supposed to want to scream.
I'm not supposed to want to hide.
I'm not supposed to want to break things.
I'm not supposed to hate you with every fiber in my body.

but I do...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
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O pen!
So much mightier than sword!
Hone me as iron sharpens iron!
I ask of thee three things...

O pen!
Open minds!
Let folk see that not all Christians
are... evil, wicked, money grubbing
hypocritical, hateful idiots!

I am not. Christ could not abide
hypocrisy. And taught LOVE
My greatest aspiration
Is to be like Him.

O pen!
Open doors! He is knocking.
Even haters need LOVE.
NOT THAT ALL OF YOU HATE.
But there is one who does.

O pen!
Open HEARTS!
You know what I mean.
Please. Let Him in. He's been writing.

THROUGH ME. And many other people on this site.
Give Him a chance.

HE LOVED ME ENOUGH
TO DIE FOR ME.

Because He loved me first

He loves you the same.
(Bleep) Sermon over.
P E A C E (out)
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Brent Kincaid Jun 2015
While not everybody naps
Simply everybody craps.
If you don’t you’re a goner
I swear by my honor
There’s no substitute for it
So just get used to it.
It’s like boogers, you see
It’s not talked of openly.

The public has an allergy
Of what can be said honestly.
You can admit to burping
But must do so excusing
As if you had taken a dump
Instead of expelling a lump
Of non-poisonous gas.
Society is a ***.

And while we’re at it
We live in a world here
Where ******* are reshaped
And formed by a brassiere
But no crotch bulges for men
Especially not big shaped ones.
As I have already implied
Society is a mean son-of-a-gun.

Breastfeeding an infant is
Seen as some kind of ****
But under-aged girls in bikinis?
That is why men were born.
They were put on earth to see
And love nature and its gifts.
But women in public should
Not show uncovered ****.

Just remember this and
You will do very well.
Being natural is for sure
The best way to go to hell.
You must always look to
The bluenosed of society
To shape your fine sense
Of decency and propriety.

A natural person, as God made
Is surely just the Devil’s work.
Because the Devil is more
Important that that God ****.
God and Santa make lists
And punish us by and bye
But Satan does it right now
And then spits in your eye.

So, be the proper citizen
And don’t do what is natural.
Following on nature’s bent
Will do you no good at all.
Even though the Bible won’t
Agree to this simple plan
Just look around you to learn
What is in society’s plan.
BLACK MOON May 2015
I'm sitting in my office with wild imaginations
I sit on my chair and roll..

I hold my pen to write wild imaginations
but the pen don't touch the pad..

The thoughts run wild no less than a mad scientist
I wish I can go live crazy

but world with rules and regulations
close my feelings in my boots..

wild imaginations.. wild imaginations.. the wild imaginations are coming through
Don't dare to hold me.. don't dare to mold me 'caus I will blast out loud

I am gonna work on my wild stuff
but I  need to start

Start is not a problem, 'caus it has already started
but the problem is to finish the work..

I'm sitting in my office with wild imaginations
I m sitting on my chair and to work

but the work is not interesting 'caus the thoughts are wild
people will never understand my world...
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