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"currupted" poems
I am from the hot ocean breeze and crystal clear waters From the baseball fields where the dug-outs are covered in original flavored sunflower seeds From the "lefty's got game!" and the "Lefty, get it!" As I step up to home plate I am from the young girl who runs through the coffee fields in her sky blue dress in the embrace of freedom I am from the delicately blooming red Rose in a field of Tulips From the hidden secret garden that is my heart I am from the smile that shines as bright as the sun From the vroom-vroom of the motor to the red motorcycle riding up the dirt road I am from frustration of a currupted past fading away in a whirl of darkness I am from the young girl horse back riding on the beach the ball of fire up in the sky setting the scenery as she makes her way down the beach I am from the fairy tales of a young girl all grown yet still refusing to relinquish a dream meant to be lived
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Where I'm From
I can't take your calls anymore Something's just not right with your mind I can't stand the way you try to control the things you can't help in your life Because even when the skys are blue Your still living in a tragedy And even when its going good Your still impossible to deal with I wish you could see yourself Take a good hard look I wish you could just be yourself Your trying to impress the world But your just another mindless, failing robot Circling the depths of nonsense and chaos You're a product of the dogma that comsumes the currupted mind One that stabs uncertainty with darkness instead of light But somethings are not exactly what they seem Sometimes I'm forced to drown in echoed ****** screams And pretend to be somewhere else in this misery I'll pretend you were only trying to protect me As I wish upon another hopeless, dimming shooting star Concentrate on anything else but this headache you make pound on my brain If only magic exsisted And I had it in me To just fly out of this nightmare and into the sky Would you leave me alone and stop calling Because I can't take your phone calls anymore
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
I can't take your phone calls anymore
Corrupted!!!!!                                                   They've practiced filth, And hast forgotten romance!!!                            For they've made lust their God, And romance their slave!!!
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Currupted onslaught