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Little you gave, but so much you took I gave you my world without so much as a look You cried and leaned and ****** out my marrow Never to see me as a beautiful sparrow You could only see what you were blinded to know Degrees of importance that seemed so far below The ivy I fought against could never be pruned It was never enough for you to notice me soon Reflection has proven to be my valuable friend It saw me though you and gave me my end You could never say what I wanted to hear But for that I forgive You’re still frozen in fear I bid you farewell Finally, one last goodbye The torch I once carried All the tears I did cry Not far from my beginning The home I once knew I wish you healing And to know love again too
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
Little
Living in a world that snobs Is as painful as scorpion's sting As I make random motions I see more booings Greeted with bruises No **** not even an harry Sees how I weep in isolation But all shall cling to me in limelight
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I Weep
When it comes to underprivileged people, you are nothing but an abuser. You believe that people who get food stamps and other free food are losers. When a church gave free food to the poor, you said that church supports bums. You look down on people who are less fortunate than yourself and that is dumb. You judge people who can't afford to pay for the food that they eat. They struggle to pay bills and they have trouble making ends meet. When I call you a stuck up twit, it's certainly true. If anybody qualifies to be a loser, it is you.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Stuck Up Twit
That girl with the beautiful stature; I knew she would be captured, by the hearts of men. Her icy cold stare and long black hair; I would rate her a ten. The way she walks, she flaunts. The way she talks, she taunts. She was the girl whom I just met; She was the girl who was hard to get.
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
Hard to Get
scraped knees and blurry vision; romanticizing nothing that really mattered, but it doesn't really matter anymore; you used to take me too seriously and now he laughs at all my jokes. you can hear her dog snoring from your bed- room; i can hear you whining from your rocking chair. you keep saying you are an artist. i don't know about that.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
combat boots
He lives in a world Of never and always Even though there is No such land. You could explain All the facts to him But he would fail to Grasp them or understand. It’s all about opinion And how he feels And the way he thinks About what he sees. Nothing fazes him Nothing teaches him And no hint of reality Brings him to his knees. He only cares about What he wants to have Or what he wants To make you believe. He doesn’t love anyone He hates almost everyone He only gets upset But he never grieves. He looks into the mirror And only sees himself Because in his universe There is nobody else. You are just something That is here to be used. If he badly wants to do it He is allowed to abuse. After all, sun and moon Revolve, rise and set on him. In his solar system one star shines Everything else is very dim. Since he is rich, and can afford it He keeps paid companions close. He can stand free thinkers Only by the miniature dose.
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
NARCISSO
*She did it in the precious name of the king who couldn't even bend past his bloated belly she respectfully kissed his diamond ruby ring and not because he could fly her to Paris or Deli she urgently did it to **** the biting itch upon his back using her ***** nails, with servants' muck at the back of her palm for she saw the struggling king stiff stuck believe it when she says she actually meant no harm oblivious of the consequence of slave hands on royal skin acting in the name of kindness to a caring crown if only she'd known she was kicking a dragon's sheen never could she at any moment wear this beautiful frown for her next of keen mourn her feeble neck despondent in the noose of a ravenous and thick expensive rope awaiting his use*
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
In The Name Of The King
Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s hot as fire. Snooty Rudy Leaves a lot to be desired. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s better than us all Silly Rudy He’s heading for a big fall. Rudy always thinks He’s the star of every game Rudy never gets The joke hidden in his name. He looks up on life As someone else’s duty. Someone must pay the piper But it is never Rudy. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s hot as fire. Snooty Rudy Leaves a lot to be desired. Rudy never gets the check When he goes out to eat. When people rise to clean He always keeps his seat. Rudy doesn’t like to stir From a relaxing chair. Look around when work is done, Rudy is never there. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s better than us all Silly Rudy He’s heading for a big fall. Rudy likes to join Committees for charity causes But when the work is done Rudy only pauses. He’s there for congratulations But not for sweat and toil. ***** hands are beneath his station. Never a smidgen of soil. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s hot as fire. Snooty Rudy Leaves a lot to be desired. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s better than us all Silly Rudy He’s heading for a big fall.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
SNOOTY RUDY
How to be vain: Admire yourself in a mirror for 20 minutes. Choose your clothes from 5 walk-in closets. Make sure each and every article of clothing matches each other. Wear as much makeup as possible even if you look hideous. Never wear the same outfit more than once. Lastly, spend time getting prepped for events even for going to the gym or the park.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Vanity