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I just hate bein a goomba, if you couldn't tell. I get stepped on all the time and hit by koopa shells! Bowser's always yellin at me and telling me to go, but he can't even stop that Super Mario! King Koopa's laughin high up in his tower, as he's pointin down at me. Here they come with Fire Power! Super Mario and Luigi! I could'a been a man eater, or even a koopa troopa. Might'a  been a bottom sea feeder. I just hate bein a goomba.
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Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
The Goomba Blues
Every morning when I hide my untie Turn on a podcast out the door And stumble through the cold In my secretly Italian coat I leave with coffee Hot poured with opinions over sleep And my inner child switches on the N64 Pours hinself some chocolate milk And gloats Holding his eternal freedom over me
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Inner Child, Gloating While Playing N64
Run through expensive hotels Just to come home, play Mario Kart in our underwear A high-stake love, we burn like fire and cry like monsoons Holiday flashes become traditions, Movements of our hands and our arms keep the peace The making of our love sneaky and frequent. Ask you to run away with me into the moonlight To never be seen again Messy wild and barely free Eighteen with too many cares and too many scars to hold alone So let's hold them together You can't heal my wounds But you help relieve the pain Four hands and two hearts ache for one another Let's build a fort under your desk Stay there till the morning light. Movies I can't help to sleep through Making out through every *** scene l'll spoon you, kiss your bare back Hold you tighter than Drive until there's no more road, Hands on knees light in the rearview mirror driving in lingerie just for the ******* risk Showers shared soothe the soul so hold me close and dear Wash my hair and I'll wash yours. The spot in my back that only you can reach. Feel your heart beat through your chest Your wet hair slicked back Piercing blue eyes that melt me like wax and a flame you are my flame. We're messy and wild and inconsistent and angry and loving and full of so much. Keep me safe and ill keep you wild Until you return, my dear.
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
We’re a disaster.
I've seen criminals act heroic, Heroes walk as thieves, Humans must be at a steady downfall Because all I see are leaves Tarzan stood half monkey, half man Until he let all those apes escape Now he's running with Specter in this primate land. I play mario in a tanooki suit, as a statue would stand Sure he could take on a world of weight, But I still miss the days he wore a cape. See because you only get one master ball to capture, Still unable to catch a politician who isn't a lying ******* I am backed by deep words quoted by Mewtwo Even in minds they create from scratch, they won't believe you. The heartless can swallow your heart whole Leaving your shell cold, walking as a nobody Created as a somebody glitched through the system like Xion When no one remembers your soul what planet would you be on Fighting for a right like Seifer  versus Leon. I am looking at a world frozen like Shiva's diamond dust With Eve pumping through my veins, Getting stronger, selling all the Adam in my clutch. You will never find me, how I look no one knows I'm a master of disguise with a Poppit full of clothes I'm storing all that I know in my roots Collecting memories like wumpa  and paopu fruits Stealing loot from crooks like Captain Hook As time tick-tocks, in time we are all late So follow the white rabbit, this red pill won't wait.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Nerdy Poetry
who threw that blue shell **** you kid, i was in first imma **** you up
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
blue shell
I should waste more time revising. I feel as though it may benefit me; may I extrapolate the fact I stated waste more time, not spend. I could use that time practicing songs on my bass or beating Mario’s *** on the GameCube. I feel mediocre but that’s okay because I AM mediocre; and a sell-out. I should make that point clear. I smoke; not like a chimney, it depends on if I feel like combusting into a cloud of tobacco ash. I would happily crementate my being. I would happily get hit by a car and become the road **** I would happily fall from a concrete building into a six foot deep cavern. Passive suicidal thoughts at eight in the mourning; just like coffee but it doesn’t make you need to **** Just those bitter moments you need to get your day started on the wrong side of the bed.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
I'm going to fail all my exams
*Mi táctica es mirarte aprender como sos quererte como sos mi táctica es hablarte y escucharte construir con palabras un puente indestructible mi táctica es quedarme en tu recuerdo no sé como, ni sé con qué pretexto pero quedarme en vos. Mi táctica es ser franca y saber que sos franco y que no nos vendamos simulacros para que entre los dos no hayan telón ni abismos. Mi estrategia es en cambio más profunda y más simple, mi estrategia es; que un día cualquiera ni sé cómo, ni sé con que pretexto por fin me necesites.* ― Mario Benedetti
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Táctica y estrategia