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"benge" poems
THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS I POUR THE WEIGHT THE ACH EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE IM NOT IN CHARGE THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING A BREATH A BREATH BREATHING I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING I FEEL I FEEL I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING THE CARS THE CHILDREN THE ANGER THE POLITICS GUNS RELIGION CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY ITS GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
ryan-lindsey
September 21st 2015
THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS I POUR THE WEIGHT THE ACH EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE IM NOT IN CHARGE THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING A BREATH A BREATH BREATHING I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING I FEEL I FEEL I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING THE CARS THE CHILDREN THE ANGER THE POLITICS GUNS RELIGION CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY ITS GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS
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By Arcassin Burnham Spreading rumors for your own agenda making It seem like I've lost it, I see beauty in twenty different ways of entertaining Your soul to oblivion ending up In a state of confusion Pushing closer towards the bridge of acceptance and Benge pressing a million tons to get all the weight off Your shoulders, I thought it'd be over, Between you and I, I could have died, Why did you lie? The grass is so much greener on the other side, ....On the Other side, Learning true colors as I pass without warning To get one in on you, There's blood on the leaves and sweat on the branches Of betrayal of who your actually praying to when you Lay in bed wondering and being haunted by what you done Just replacing all of your memories in a bag of eels when No one wants electric feels, I thought it'd be over, Between you and I, I could have died, Why did you lie? The grass is so much greener on the other side, .....On the Other side.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
arcassin-burnham
Bright Grass
By Arcassin Burnham Spreading rumors for your own agenda making It seem like I've lost it, I see beauty in twenty different ways of entertaining Your soul to oblivion ending up In a state of confusion Pushing closer towards the bridge of acceptance and Benge pressing a million tons to get all the weight off Your shoulders, I thought it'd be over, Between you and I, I could have died, Why did you lie? The grass is so much greener on the other side, ....On the Other side, Learning true colors as I pass without warning To get one in on you, There's blood on the leaves and sweat on the branches Of betrayal of who your actually praying to when you Lay in bed wondering and being haunted by what you done Just replacing all of your memories in a bag of eels when No one wants electric feels, I thought it'd be over, Between you and I, I could have died, Why did you lie? The grass is so much greener on the other side, .....On the Other side.
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