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Viseract Jul 2016
"Reach for the stars..."
A pity I can't because
I have a problem to deal with
And I can't be ignorant

I'm going to ask a few questions
If that's okay with you?
You may be saying, "why so nice now?"
Just wait for the abuse

Label this as YipYap,
I don't give a ****
Because I'm a predatory enemy
And you're literally a sitting duck

What I wanna know is,
How do you sleep at night?
Do you tuck your son in
Tell him everything's alright?

"Had a good day on the mean machine
And don't you know it kid,
That I managed, once again,
To be a cancerous little ****?"

"Apparently I'm starting to sound like
A badly scratched disk
Because punk, **** and woof *****
Are the only things I use to dis."

Like come on man,
At least be creative
Here I am, once again,
Rewriting your narrative

A story to be told
Been three days and it's getting old
Once was a front page hit
But now all copies have been sold

I thought as one grew older
He was supposed to mature
But you keep being worse than me
No sir, you ain't an entrepreneur

You can't construct ****
You just keep repeating
Even when it doesn't work
Your heart keeps pumping and bleeding

You play the pity party a tune
One that's supposed to warn
Everybody else about me
And how my sanity is gone

Go ahead, message my followers
They don't like you
Nobody in their right minds, with this knowledge
Would follow suit

Because you crazy *****
And a ******* funny ****
Tell me how you feel about me,
You ******* little runt!

Call me a woof *****
Do it, it turns me on
That's what I would say if I were you
With my head messed and so wrong

I own every name you throw
I wear them like a mask
So you won't see me coming when I hunt you down
And ******* in the ***

With words I use to ******
Theses words give me some pleasure
There's amusement in torture
It's infinite, a countless measure

Am I that annoying fly to you,
Buzzing around your head?
Like a vulture to carrion
Feeding off the dead?

When you go home tonight
Will you tell your son you're stressed?
Sit on his bed, hands on your head
Saying, "**** I've made a mess?"

I want an apology
Honest and sincere
Because in your words I sense no hurt
So keep going, I have no fear

You do not own me,
I'm Ronin Okami
A masterless wolf who owns
A vocabulary army

And we a duo,
Wolfspirit and I
And together we gonna smash you
By dropping from the sky

Surprise!
You know, Woody was abandoned by Andy....
Woody felt unloved
Abusing others ain't the way to find your
Andy mate
Zongo May 2016
Sweetest desires mired by addiction did we **** are dreams for just another fix alone the silence fills the void outside another day I avoid .

Sunday night another full moon it's speaks to the depths yet lingers in the back alleys I here.

**** the eyes that view cause the need out weighs my truest sense .
Pain will feed you and me I simply prefer to starve .

Lets dance to the graveyard in ignorance of the truth .
I choose not to see for I am far from blind .

It will all **** you just the same.


Its all in the moments and you know them a tune I seldom recall did I ever care the truth is so easy to see

Night will paint the portrait we will grow to embrace know your vices well for they will bury you as they did I.

Another's song will play but echo of tragedy all the same.
Yume Blade Dec 2015
Upbringing starts ,
when parents teach to  children  to walk & talk.

It happily continu ,
When parents suggest to the kids  to run & sing.

It sadly just ends ,
when parents tell to the teens  to sit & shut up.
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parents Love
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even if they're complicated
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vivianne Aug 2015
i want to be down to earth
but i am not. i am not calm and gentle.
i am not still and undisturbed.
my head is not level and my heart is not steady
and sometimes i can't breathe well but i will try.
although i know
my head is with the stars
and my heart is on a mountain top and my soul
floats through the wind and my body thrashes through the ocean.
i am not down to earth i am scattered about it.
i am tossed and turned all around the planet.
i am not wholesome, i am in fractions.
i'm not conventional, i am irregular.
i am not spontaneous or well spoken or planned but go my gosh
i do know what i need to say

i might not be down to earth, but this earth will come down to me someday.
please take me somewhere else
Àŧùl Apr 2015
From you starts my day,
In you I see my day end.

From you starts my heart beating,
In you it stays alive after my death.

From you starts my true love,
In you it will stay immortalized.
My HP Poem #844
©Atul Kaushal
Bluebird Mar 2015
We should have known more,
we should have been prepared.
The man in you is gutteling,
the child in me that is scared.

We should have known better,
we should have known the facts.
The things that have died in our hands
are now living inside our chests.

We should have known to be silent
we should have know to make it through.
The stars that have dissapeared,
would help me find way back to you.
S R Mats Mar 2015
She wanted to wash the man out of her hair
But the scent was too strong and the braid was too tight;

The sun cannot shine from beneath a rock;

So she cut it.
Parker Louis Jan 2015
I could equate the stars to you
but that wouldn't be accurate
The stars are millions of miles away
and you're right here
and I prefer it that way

the stars go down at night
but you're still there in the morning

well, they never leave
but some times I can't see them
like your heart
I can't see it
but I know it's there
beating
doing its job

but the thing you and the stars have in common
natural beauty
and
pure wonder
3/3/2013 1:16 a.m.
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