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Mark Oct 4
"Who ****** Marsha Brady?" "I," said the Sparrow
"With my bow and arrow, I ****** Marsha Brady"
"Who saw him ****?" "I," said the Fly
"With my little eye, I saw him ****"
"Who caught his ***?" "I," said the Fish
"With my little dish, I caught his ***"
"Who'll make the movie?" "I", said the Beetle
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the movie"
"Who'll make his advert?" "I," said the Owl
"With my pick and shovel, I'll make his advert"
"Who'll be the screenwriter?" "I," said the Rook
"With my little book, I'll be the screenwriter"
"Who'll be the cameraman?" "I," said the Lark
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the cameraman"
"Who'll carry the camera?" "I," said the Linnet
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the camera"
"Who'll be chief editor?" "I," said the Dove
"I **** for my love, I'll be chief editor."
"Who'll carry the actors?" "I," said the Kite
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the actors"
"Who'll bare it all? "We," said the Wren
"Both the **** and the hen, we'll bare it all."
"Who'll sing a song?" "I," said the Thrush
"As she ate on a mush, I'll sing a song"
"Who'll make him ***?" "I," said the bull
"Because I can pull, I'll make him ***"
All the crew of the film, fell a-sighing and a-sobbing
When they witnessed the ******* yell, from poor Marsha Brady.
The Vault Sep 29
I sinned today
A sinner I am
Then I went to work
And forgot
All together
Every issue
Every problem
For just a second
And it was nice
Just to forget
When you looked at me
And called me an *******
In a kidding way
Anastasia Sep 27
i did something stupid today
and i loved it
Jo Barber Oct 6
Exceedingly underwhelmed,
I found myself in awe
of my own vacant stupidity.
Oh, how we often
fail to grow wiser,
and instead lose
our clear vision
with time,
the way the rain blurs
the window
yet cleans the air.
I'm going to confess
All of my best secrets
Mostly that you're cute
And I want to hug
And if you put your hand on my thigh
That wouldn't be so bad
But mostly let's tell jokes
And go to the park
Make fun of all the books
In the local library
I want to hear your music
And all about your friends
Let me spill my darker ****
Or read with headphones in

It's really crazy
If we're being honest
But I'd just as soon
Hang out with you
As I would make out
My feelings are far from platonic
Don't worry about that
I just want to be with you
Wherever that may be
I've really never felt this way before. I mean, I'm sure that's not true, but it's been a while. I've never felt so sure about someone. But I know that I like them, and I know that I'm going to tell them, and I know that even if they only think of me as a friend, I'm still going to stick around. Because being around them is ******* amazing.
Priya Gaikwad Sep 17
Once I told you a story,
A story about a boy who betrayed me,
You heard my story, every word,
Startled, shocked,
And years later,
You did the same thing to me,
What does that make us?
What does that make you?
A ruthless *******?
What does that make me?
An imbecile idiotic girl?
Emily Sep 11
Do not lie, I can tell.
You don't want me anymore.
You made me believe
That you were mine.
Now you say it's not the same.
I'm done. I give up.
Forget you, I'll find someone else.

You like her. That's okay.
Just say so.
I don't care. I have up.
I'll just continue cutting.
I'll just continue counting
Down the days till June.

I’ve humored your stupidity,
I’ve cuddled with your weaknesses,
I’ve worshipped your lies,
I’ve shattered my heart waiting for you,
I’ve marred my soul believing you,
And what have you done?

Vish Sep 8
i was a ray of sunshine in your life but you chose to board up your windows
was my light too bright for you?
did you get burned?
the shadows lurking in the dark aren’t half as nice as i am but i suppose birds of a feather flock together
Yeah, You're really easy to write about. Some people are hard to capture. Not because they aren't 'deep,' but because they just don't have that thing. That thing that makes you turn your head around again becuase you just want to have another look at those eyes. Maybe this will help explain. You have people, and some of those people are really good at writing. And some aren't. Now imagine if you take a really good writer, and someone who struggles with it, to write a poem that captures the beauty and feeling of, for example, a broken window. Someone who's good at writing, good at seing the beauty and the broken in things, can write it down with so much ease. On the contrary, someone who doesn't see it, it's way harder to write everything just about right down. I feel like I'm one of those people who can turn everything into poetry. And you said, you never expected someone to write about you. But I know, and I'm sure of it, that if you ever met another poet, they'd write about you too. Because every poet I know, would turn their head around too.
I sound stupid af but this dumb **** needed to get out.
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