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People think he's perfect when he's not,
People think he just breezes through life without a care when he doesn't,
People think he can just shrug everything off but he can't.

Nobody sees the real Mr. Perfect.
Nobody sees that he works for it.
Nobody sees how hard he tries.
Nobody hears his silent cries.
Nobody... but me.

I see the man behind the mask because I wear one too,
I see how hard he works on it though just like me,
I see how every shard of him is driven to be perfect just like me,
I hear his silent screams because I scream the same things,
Only nobody sees... at least I think.

I think he can see the girl behind the mask when he looks into my eyes,
I think knows how hard I work when I ask him for help,
I think he can sense that all of me is driven to being perfect when he stands near,
I think he can hear my silent screams when he hears my voice,
I think he's like me.
"If the world cared more about home than gold the world would be a jolly place"
Maybe if everyone else thought the world wasn't gold
It could be a home to a jolly place
A tribute to the king under the mountain
Understand this
Understand me
Understand something no one can see
Understand how I write
Understand that I'm without light
Understand the things I see
Understand that without that I'm not me
Understand who I am
Understand that I am me
And that there is no one else I would rather be
Be whoever the hell you want to be
Bump bump, bump bump
Heartbeat there under the floor
Bump bump, bump bump
Heartbeat there, right by the door
Bump bump, bump bump
Heartbeat there, where nobody cares
Bump bump, bump bump
Heartbeat there, beat there
Bump bump, bump bump slower
Slower, slower beat so slow
Bump     bump     bump      bump
Heartbeat  there, please care
Bump                     bump
Heartbeat
Bump
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“Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,
  “Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
  As easily as through a Naples bonnet—
  Trash of all trash!—how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff—
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
  Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.”
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles—ephemeral and so transparent—
  But this is, now—you may depend upon it—
Stable, opaque, immortal—all by dint
Of the dear names that lie concealed within’t.
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night
Has not as yet begun
To make a seizure on the light,
Or to seal up the sun.

No marigolds yet closed are;
No shadows great appear;
Nor doth the early shepherds’ star
Shine like a spangle here.

Stay but till my Julia close
Her life-begetting eye,
And let the whole world then dispose
Itself to live or die.
Beautiful dreamers,
Heart broken believers,
Don't let your cracks show.

Glistening stars,
Chasers of cars,
Where did our luck go?

The monsters,
Are hunting us,
The demons are getting faster.

Look out,
Look out,
The horrors are real.

Watch out,
Watch out,
Some how to their tastes we appeal.

Keep your eyes open,
They feast on fears.

Keep your eyes open,
They are your peers.
Isn't it funny how things trend

Fashion,
The latest, men's jeans is on a comeback
I didn't know they left

Indiana Jones,
what's up with that,
is it a name for people to do crazy ****

Amazing birds,
I have been amazed with birds all my life,
I wish I could fly and **** on people.

Carne De MiCarne,
A fancy word for Barbecue
I like the back yard barbecue,
I can pronounce that.

Women tax,
is that like black tax,
they should be charged
with all the money I spent on females

the famous controversy
the blue and white dress
or is it black and gold
what the **** do I care
i don't wear dresses

Recipies/Food
why do when I follow the directions
it never comes out the same as the picture
I eat enough as it is already

TV Shows
The food network, just make me hungry
How it 's made, why do I care
CNN news, they can beat a dead horse to death
The UFO channel, haven't seen a flying object yet,
except when a girl may through something at me

Gadget's & TV infomercials
They drive me up the wall and they never work
that's why they give you a bonus
5 for 1 price

Don't want to drag this out so here is the last one

What's up with black girl names
shaqunda, liqunta, shaletta, and so on

Just last week I found out that a young black poet
named Sha'Condria "iCon" Sibley had wrote a poem about this.
It went viral, the Dailey show talked about it,
The Washington Post wrote about it
between twitter, youtube and instagram
she got over a million hits

Check it out on youtube it's called
Little black girls with long names

My hat is off to her and I respect her
for taking Poetry to the next level for us

Thanks for all the chatting and writings,
you guys and gals are great here on HP
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