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Snow Dec 2010
Poetry can often gravely confuse,
When it's heavy and deep.
Filled with knowledge I cannot use.

A lot of us hide,
behind our own words.
Like poetry is a language
in a whole new world.

But I do not want to hide,
I shall not invert.
If I have something to say,
why hide it with fancy words?

True expression comes when people understand,
so those too-big words must lay out of my hands.
Cabbage Mar 2017
You're so confusing, and you confuse me.
I don't know where you want me to be.
Do you want me to stay or  do you want me to go.
Are you happy or sad, I just don't know.
But even if things will never get better.
At least we will be confused together.
Stephanie Mar 2014
While jaye threw to stephanie's house, shane was brainstorming a tropicana plan. jaye the Brendon Urie's toilet decided to go for a shipping. shane and his friend cat, a cumquat, met jaye at Texas. cat snatched jaye's a ball, his most prized possession. jaye BANGARANG, but shane just laughed and said, ""your mother"". shane and cat married away, leaving jaye stranded. jaye dropped to the ground and EEK CHUK BEEK BANG. He was very confuzzled.
dye Aug 2014
the hurricane year died down
my crows flew away
leaving your chewed flesh on the ground

the soil was hungry
and you were the meal
i watched as your pecked body face the deal

"vanish before my eyes"
were the final words to heal
my hanging heart and confuzzled feels

i went to bed and slightly mourned
painlessly crying
i was null and dull

the next morning, i brought a shovel
i thought of exhuming you
but instead i visited the devil

i went to his hell with a bottle of Absinthe
we clunk our glasses together
and drank from it with blithe

we celebrated your absence, we celebrated your death
we celebrated what we carefully worked on
since you and i met
snap out series
03/28/14

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