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"damm" poems
Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, and how the wind doth ramm, Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm, So ‘gainst the winter’s balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm, Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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Ancient Music
It’s kinda pointless The purpose was clear as its intention But still, it was kinda pointless It was like when a kid lets go of his balloon. The string slowly evaporates from his hand As he covers his brow looking skyward to the horizon He let go of his first lover because maybe that would make his wishes come true Or maybe he let it go so a part of him could touch God. It was kinda pointless. Our on and off again two month relationship Every two months or so I would create every insecurity that my poetic lips could fabricate Twist and turn on my restless nights in one way street fashion But those other every two months Were magical I could write a million poems about your body if only my hands weren’t too busy touching it I would memorize the way your footsteps walked home incase I ever needed to find you And every song on the radio was our love song But for another two months I let you go officially And I guess that was kinda pointless *** now I pointlessly think aimlessly for why I did it Maybe I just didn’t want to see you evaporate from my hands again Or maybe it’s *** I thought if I let go of my first lover, my wishes would come true Or maybe it’s because when I’m kissing you, I feel like I could touch God And that just scared me But when a kid lets go of a balloon, He thinks he’s done with it, but he knows he’s never gonna get it back. But God, damm it, I want it back. I want a reason to smile and know I’m smiling for a reason I want something to hold my wrist, to go on adventures with Making love with you was never pointless, and no, I don’t regret it. In fact, it was flawless. And I’d be skipping for days, waiting to do it again But the feeling was lost. We let it evaporate from our hands. We let our emotions escalade and we lost it. Sacrificed it to a summer’s day Watched it float into one of God’s crevices Letting go you, was like letting go of a balloon. I’m forced to watch it drift away but I never, ever, really saw it pop. When you let go of a balloon, it kisses the sky. So I kissed you good-bye in hopes you will reach new heights.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Balloons
It’s kinda pointless The purpose was clear as its intention But still, it was kinda pointless It was like when a kid lets go of his balloon. The string slowly evaporates from his hand As he covers his brow looking skyward to the horizon He let go of his first lover because maybe that would make his wishes come true Or maybe he let it go so a part of him could touch God. It was kinda pointless. Our on and off again two month relationship Every two months or so I would create every insecurity that my poetic lips could fabricate Twist and turn on my restless nights in one way street fashion But those other every two months Were magical I could write a million poems about your body if only my hands weren’t too busy touching it I would memorize the way your footsteps walked home incase I ever needed to find you And every song on the radio was our love song But for another two months I let you go officially And I guess that was kinda pointless *** now I pointlessly think aimlessly for why I did it Maybe I just didn’t want to see you evaporate from my hands again Or maybe it’s *** I thought if I let go of my first lover, my wishes would come true Or maybe it’s because when I’m kissing you, I feel like I could touch God And that just scared me But when a kid lets go of a balloon, He thinks he’s done with it, but he knows he’s never gonna get it back. But God, damm it, I want it back. I want a reason to smile and know I’m smiling for a reason I want something to hold my wrist, to go on adventures with Making love with you was never pointless, and no, I don’t regret it. In fact, it was flawless. And I’d be skipping for days, waiting to do it again But the feeling was lost. We let it evaporate from our hands. We let our emotions escalade and we lost it. Sacrificed it to a summer’s day Watched it float into one of God’s crevices Letting go you, was like letting go of a balloon. I’m forced to watch it drift away but I never, ever, really saw it pop. When you let go of a balloon, it kisses the sky. So I kissed you good-bye in hopes you will reach new heights.
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Paper. Pen.     Let's write out our feelings.     "I'm having a rough time." Cell phone Online recipes.     I should cook that soon. Hotel websites.     Free breakfast? Eh I'm vegan now so just fruit.     Swimming pool? I'm sure it'll be busy     Fitness center. Leo wants to run in the morning.     Booked. Could be a good night. Paper. Pen.     Right. Writing.     "I can tell journaling is helpful     because I'm resistant to doing it." Text messages.     Leo thinks they were too mean to me.     I think I deserve it.     I love you. Paper. Pen.     Hm. I should write some poetry. Photos.     Wow look at how my face has changed, let's make a collage.     Oo what else.     Body pictures.     Pre-surgery picture.     Damm I've really sculpted up.     Reconsiders feeling gross physically.     Arguable. Paper. Pen.     How easy it is to ignore you.     How easy it is to ignore myself     And not listen to my feelings.
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
Distractions
waking to the fresh of dawn my body aches another snore feel the need for sleep i do ..wakey wakey teapot brew damm the night that had me hooked.. tv ,beer and loads a grub just five more is all i ask sleep a little ..alarming bash
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 12:32 AM UTC
alarm
I remember when you were a dime a dozen--available economy sized. I remember when I could not touch the ceiling of my debts to you. I remember when we were not of waning worth.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Damm inflation
You are beautiful, You are breathtaking You are quirky, You are funny, You are unique, You are awkward. You are weird You are loveable. You are you, And you is pretty Damm spectacular.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
You are
I remember growing up in the city I did not know where my next meal was coming from Or if I would have boots or a winter jacket But some things were consistent My neighbors, shooting straight up in the street My parents screaming about rat traps and paying last month's damm rent And I come from nothing And I ain't never gonna be good enough And yo man my brothers and my sisters we don't got nobody but ourselves But that's all we ******* need Like, I walk in a joint but I don't smoke it And y'all so inconsiderate and call it joking You've never been where I've been So you will never be where I'm at And yeah it's hard to deal But I ain't never finna go back And it's fresh in my mind like air Jordan's till the day I die Y'all watch me live my god damm life a way you will never understand why Y'all gotta Mercedes you drive around there bendz And all I have are my family and my ******* friends But people will always be greater that possessions Man things are **** compared to this life's lessons And I wish to God I had someone to relate to I look in the mirror and I say; this ain't me, this ain't you But we from the streets we do what we do Get in my way I still do what I gotta do But it ain't my fault, I didn't chose the don't **** with me life, the don't **** with me life chose me And now I make my choice, for the now and the tomorrow, I'll smile through all the pain and sorrow Because you brought it all back to my mind like a whole *** fool But ***** your a peasant so let the queen of the streets rule
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
City Baby
I remember growing up in the city I did not know where my next meal was coming from Or if I would have boots or a winter jacket But some things were consistent My neighbors, shooting straight up in the street My parents screaming about rat traps and paying last month's damm rent And I come from nothing And I ain't never gonna be good enough And yo man my brothers and my sisters we don't got nobody but ourselves But that's all we ******* need Like, I walk in a joint but I don't smoke it And y'all so inconsiderate and call it joking You've never been where I've been So you will never be where I'm at And yeah it's hard to deal But I ain't never finna go back And it's fresh in my mind like air Jordan's till the day I die Y'all watch me live my god damm life a way you will never understand why Y'all gotta Mercedes you drive around there bendz And all I have are my family and my ******* friends But people will always be greater that possessions Man things are **** compared to this life's lessons And I wish to God I had someone to relate to I look in the mirror and I say; this ain't me, this ain't you But we from the streets we do what we do Get in my way I still do what I gotta do But it ain't my fault, I didn't chose the don't **** with me life, the don't **** with me life chose me And now I make my choice, for the now and the tomorrow, I'll smile through all the pain and sorrow Because you brought it all back to my mind like a whole *** fool But ***** your a peasant so let the queen of the streets rule
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Its starts with a weird look on your face happy and sad grateful for a while you are alive then the cold hands touch you Damm i almost forgot she is there right next to me as beautiful as she can be getting ready to pout you love her and almost hate her for it. And so the craziness begins.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
craziness
Another age is weeping Feirce the killing heart No more time in grace Let us  tear the age apart False scent of fear blinds us all Wish I could wish Mann undone Demons and angels rise to the call For the souls bleeding out in the sun When those sworn to god spew lgnorance What hope is there for the lamb History lays bear our indifference Of those who use god in their damm Righteous or evil the point is the view Contradiction I say it is not Cry for the children the least you can do Some would say we deserve what you got There lies the question With no answer clear Stain of Mann is consuming the sun If death is the lesson Dance in the fear Dream evil when kingdom is come
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
another age is weeping
Damm , sounds like home to me T. S. Elliott's wasteland Where puragatory worst residence live Raise a toast to the Ghost of Christmas Past for you haven't the pressence to make a future out of it . Where happy hour never ends and friendship is sealed by the clink of glass And all the women have traces of ***** on their lips as they ask hey buddy will you buy me a beer Year after year until O'Hara's Pub and Grill becomes your Thanksgiving , Easter , Memorial Day , Christmas , and New Years Day And they even paint a reserved parking space out back for you But they were the only bar open for the blizzard when everyone took acid and danced barefoot in the snow
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
O'Hara's Pub and Grill
Dear Amy The sun is smiling at you The beach calls you Why are you hiding ?! You're so beautiful, put on your bikini now and go show off your body. Are not you shaved? Your hair on the body is not sin, it was God who put it there. Show the skin, show the veins show your face. Dear Amy Your face is so beautiful your skin and so lush, but remember what I told you? You're more than that. Your beauty will pass by one day your lush skin will have wrinkles. But your mind and your brain will  have knowledge forever. Dear Amy I like your legs I like your body, I like to see you in every way. You do not need them to find you **** Put that lingerie on you and show me those stretch marks. Look in the mirror and say: Damm! My stretch marks make me a mermaid. My weight makes me happy and  I was not made to follow standards. Beauty standards  weaken me And I'm a woman I'm not weak. I was born strong and no one is going to take that away from me. I was not born to please those who do not care about me. I am confident and I make of my scars experiences. You need to hear this truth. You do not owe anyone your body. You do not owe anyone your sanity. And even if you change, you will never please everyone. The only  person who has to be  pleased is me. Today wash your face and leave the makeup, show the freckles, let the skin breathe. But tomorrow if you want to put your lipstick red and slay. Do not let them steal your freedom. You are a butterfly.  Free yourself And fly. Dear Amy Stop selling your brain girl. Stop selling your sanity. They do not deserve the prominence you give them. Remember that you have fire inside. Seek  for yourself   in the midst of your imperfections, date with your insecurities. You need them  to feel alive. Do not give them the pleasure of controlling your brain. You are selling your feelings to leeches. Nobody is perfect. Accept this . They do not want to know what you feel. They want to rob you of the right to speak. Take the shine you have inside you And let it flow.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
Amy
Dear Amy The sun is smiling at you The beach calls you Why are you hiding ?! You're so beautiful, put on your bikini now and go show off your body. Are not you shaved? Your hair on the body is not sin, it was God who put it there. Show the skin, show the veins show your face. Dear Amy Your face is so beautiful your skin and so lush, but remember what I told you? You're more than that. Your beauty will pass by one day your lush skin will have wrinkles. But your mind and your brain will  have knowledge forever. Dear Amy I like your legs I like your body, I like to see you in every way. You do not need them to find you **** Put that lingerie on you and show me those stretch marks. Look in the mirror and say: Damm! My stretch marks make me a mermaid. My weight makes me happy and  I was not made to follow standards. Beauty standards  weaken me And I'm a woman I'm not weak. I was born strong and no one is going to take that away from me. I was not born to please those who do not care about me. I am confident and I make of my scars experiences. You need to hear this truth. You do not owe anyone your body. You do not owe anyone your sanity. And even if you change, you will never please everyone. The only  person who has to be  pleased is me. Today wash your face and leave the makeup, show the freckles, let the skin breathe. But tomorrow if you want to put your lipstick red and slay. Do not let them steal your freedom. You are a butterfly.  Free yourself And fly. Dear Amy Stop selling your brain girl. Stop selling your sanity. They do not deserve the prominence you give them. Remember that you have fire inside. Seek  for yourself   in the midst of your imperfections, date with your insecurities. You need them  to feel alive. Do not give them the pleasure of controlling your brain. You are selling your feelings to leeches. Nobody is perfect. Accept this . They do not want to know what you feel. They want to rob you of the right to speak. Take the shine you have inside you And let it flow.
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damm, so i had a hard fall, my friends had a ball. said it was funny nd i was a dummmy... my leg is all messed up so i am all dressed up ,. open flesh?. I'm still fresh i may be limpin ,. buhh I'm still pimpin c:
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
So i crashed, bluuud tahh quick poet
American arrogance Notwithstanding Our benevolence Being unfurled Ego and influence Ever expanding Now we' re policing The whole ******* world My father was bled in Korea Cousins slaughtered in nam Now the prize is Judea Tell me why I should Give a God damm There is no stopping genocide Human nature is covered in blood Take this little fact Mix in some pride Leaves Africa swimming in mud I don't care What they do to each other I have two sons So I don't give a damm Tell me why You think I should bother We will always be bleeding the lamb.        Hy
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
Bleeding the lamb
Worried about all those gays getting married Playing football , everywhere on the TV Yeah , and all those dammed dessert rats Chopping off heads for all of us to see Shooting those Muslim creeps Everyone of them had it coming Now , that's just the way it's going to be And all those porch monkeys Cut off all that gimme They need to get a job And quit dressing like they were slobs Kick all those wet backs back to Mexico There stealing all our jobs They just come over to breed like rabbits So they can stuff the liberal ballots And Damm the chinks , ***** , and redman There no better than all the Jews Ther're thieves that steal us blind We need to get rid of every X , Y , and U Now that would ease my mind And all that hogwash crap in the Constitution That doesn't apply to me This is the home of the White man All red , blue , and white you see That's the home of all that's me ,
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
All American
HOW DOES GOD WORK? 08-18-10 How is it that two young teenage girls can get up early to go to school so they can attend an early morning prayer group in the lobby of their school, only to put themselves in the line of fire of a teenage lunatic who walks in and starts shooting? Why, God? WHO ARE YOU, GOD? WHAT ARE YOU, GOD? This is a true account of one of the first school massacres. In Kentucky, in 1997? A kid is so abused and disillusioned with his young life, he freaks out. He kills his mother. He tortures his dog to death. In preparation for the final payback. An attack at the school with all guns blazing. Heath High School, fourteen year old gun man. In an interview, he said, “My mother never loved me!” Why does everyone thank God when they survive catastrophes? Why are they in the catastrophe? Are they thanking God, then? Hell no! They are pleading with Him. The pleading may lead to nothing and they fall out of the sky in an ill-fated airplane “accident”. Yet, if they survive, they are praising God almighty. Why? Why do we damm God when we hate life, and praise God when we survive it? Why is life so ******* haphazard and unfair? These are my questions: If God is so powerful, why doesn’t He give us some answers? Why do I have to witness so much ****** mayhem, abuse, and pain? Why don’t I see more miraculous salvations from sure death? It’s too late for me, but why doesn’t He help the innocents? The creatures we see on TV commercials, who are maimed, beaten, and dying in front of our eyes? Where is His sense of justice? Where is his sense of “Humanity”? Why do I remain, with no reason to live? Why not take me, instead of that poor abused dancing bear? Or that beat to death donkey? Why? Am I worth more than His other creatures, much more innocent and helpless than I? Why?
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Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 11:04 PM UTC
HOW DOES GOD WORK?
HOW DOES GOD WORK? 08-18-10 How is it that two young teenage girls can get up early to go to school so they can attend an early morning prayer group in the lobby of their school, only to put themselves in the line of fire of a teenage lunatic who walks in and starts shooting? Why, God? WHO ARE YOU, GOD? WHAT ARE YOU, GOD? This is a true account of one of the first school massacres. In Kentucky, in 1997? A kid is so abused and disillusioned with his young life, he freaks out. He kills his mother. He tortures his dog to death. In preparation for the final payback. An attack at the school with all guns blazing. Heath High School, fourteen year old gun man. In an interview, he said, “My mother never loved me!” Why does everyone thank God when they survive catastrophes? Why are they in the catastrophe? Are they thanking God, then? Hell no! They are pleading with Him. The pleading may lead to nothing and they fall out of the sky in an ill-fated airplane “accident”. Yet, if they survive, they are praising God almighty. Why? Why do we damm God when we hate life, and praise God when we survive it? Why is life so ******* haphazard and unfair? These are my questions: If God is so powerful, why doesn’t He give us some answers? Why do I have to witness so much ****** mayhem, abuse, and pain? Why don’t I see more miraculous salvations from sure death? It’s too late for me, but why doesn’t He help the innocents? The creatures we see on TV commercials, who are maimed, beaten, and dying in front of our eyes? Where is His sense of justice? Where is his sense of “Humanity”? Why do I remain, with no reason to live? Why not take me, instead of that poor abused dancing bear? Or that beat to death donkey? Why? Am I worth more than His other creatures, much more innocent and helpless than I? Why?
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My days with you are seeds that bloom at night. Our love is life in agreement. I write to preserve what is -in vain- still the future's dear to me. You must understand it is not only death and lonelyness, that grow with days, also love & life grow the warmth of your hand and friendship, each day.
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
Although my verses do not show it... blast and damm it! I'm a POET!
did i win? ,was i rich ?,damm them numbers ..nought came in bet my soul ,didna save my skin ,still i lost win no win so its dosh ,cash less me but im not poor with family heard success is raising the bar ...bar of life or bar of strife I have the best ,family life with health and child.. and ...what a wife so when its measured in jobs and work ,forget that charge its love to shine ..... who will be there at your death ?,your boss who you worked for blood and sweat ?? your wife and kids and family grief ..they will cry and need relief so when success is in your hand ...feed the love and understand family first and all to follow,money aint success just sorrow
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
******
see your past?. yeah your ex just flashed. x) she is nasty, don't feal ****** see your future damm she's classy. see her smile will walk you a mile, Live up,           Grow up, I- Might- Just- throw up. she was lost thats not your'e cost :) her love could not get bought. I can't just watch you rot?! you are loved you're in my thaughts. You're screams..                   there in my dreams....
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
You can do better If you just read tiss letter
I  Love You For that Imperfection That Imperfection That draws You to Me...... That Imperfection that doesn't let u see the flaws in Me .............. If life was so Perfect as One would want it to Be I'd never have You next to Me ............... I Love You For that Imperfection In Your smile In Your Mind When gone Wild .. In Your silly Man Child ways Cuz with that bad good wouldn't stay... Your so Damm good at being Bad... I Must Insist ..... I Can't Resist ...... All Your Imperfect Ways Seem so Perfect to Me....
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Love Your Imperfections
Years went by and a single dream Intoxicated me like none other. Willow leaves whispered silent lullabies And the sunlight's rays poured into my haze I stared longingly at the possibility............. Yet these lustful diaries so forbidden, so drunk with rich fantasies, the smell of each thought fumed with tempestuous spirits dragged me under into the lonely abyss. And the fantasized romance became torture and freedom - limitation and liberation all at once. This dream was a playground. A sanctuary, a church to let my spirit soar. Glorious joy I could feel, but only for a second Then, the truth sank in like a sinking ship The shackles of a single question still haunts me -- what if? And I wonder. The pain is dull, haunting, yet hangs over me constantly I am reminded that I remained in my dream world. Unable to speak up, From the wisdom of the pure heart Unable to see the dream was always on this earthly plain In plain sight. In frustation, rage, and pain Silent pain I flip through my poetry account -- God damm it. I have done this before
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
Lustful Dreams
walking down the alley midday walk with my dog Hey he says nice day isn't it he's a chicago native obviously it's forty degrees and he's in shorts, a T shirt and flipflops yes I say wearing my gilet and heavy coat it's nice with the sun out, summer soon he says and it'll be too damm hot again
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
depends who's talking
Standing on the bridge Looking down at the peaceful water I wonder what it would feel like to free fall The water filling my lungs Infused in my hair I raise my arms to the sides of me I close my eyes Down I fall The water surrounds me Enveloping me Swirls through my fingers Caresses me like a lover But the water turns cold Choking, coughing Trying to swim to the surface Clawing at the water I need to breathe I panic and freeze screaming for help Just as i go over the damm Peace cocoons me once again I stop the fight and give in Taking one last gulp of water
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:56 AM UTC
The water
snakes eyes again god damm twelve times in row can't ever lucky me get a seven eleven I had all my rent money riding on that how 'bout for what i lost you give me a room to play this silicone blonde up a bit before I give you the title to my Benz Or, I see you a hard *** MF how 'bout we play double for nothing?
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Pair of
This world is stained In the sorrow of children The lion devours the lamb Even the righteous are choking in sin And nobody gives a god damm Betrayal's a keystone when something's to gain Like despair bleeding tears on demand Afflicting chaos and ruin like a summer rain Just look what is done by our hand I will tell what son's of Mann have achieved Waging war on the backs of the meek In their silent vigil the poor cry bereaved While we tear out their other cheek These are the details played out everyday In a world going stark raving mad For us to have a tomorrow,we must give this today Yet we won't and its just freakin sad. Hy
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
tears on demand
The air felt thick as it rushed up from the forrest in my mind i needed to breath yet my lungs gave in this earth that we so trust and need was failing me breath damm it breath as i lay there stars appeared as the shallow began pings of pain popping and piercing in that need for air fight all out yet need all the more this breath without me i'll be no more breath damm it breath the light stared to fail was this near the end as breath without me was soon my best freind no more pain just a calmness within joy at the freedom my new world begin my new world begin
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 4:26 AM UTC
New world