"misbehaviors" poems
I have seen the future, and in the end You all die...
or maybe it was just a dream cuz some how I still surived...
alone...
or maybe that was just a metaphor for how I feel...
Cuz its like I miss May so bad that I tend to hate June...
Support systems became low since May Left me In June...
telephone use to ring praises and misbehaviors...
so I always tried my hardest to stay away form bad behaviors...
But...
Now I float along...
cuz that proud feeling is gone...
Cuz May brought me those flowers that the winter could never take...
The spring could never make..
and the wind could never break..
But now those things are no more...
on hall ways and cold floors...
Of places she once kept warm...
smiling faces that once held form...
but now just drag the ground...
an I just hang around...
by myself..
cuz time said it wont help...
He wont go back for me...
Or Move forwad to the end...
Cuz You all die in the End...
The Law wont save the sons...
The sons cant up hold the Law...
And MAy will Always Pass in June...
Be cause she said In His WILLIAM...
And Into Dust You turn...
And I stil stand around ...
the same way I walk now...
alone...
Hoping that my sun will Shine in that clear blue sky....
Cuz tears Ran Strong In June, But Now it is JULY...
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
*As a child I had no time
At least, not for trivial things
Such as toys and games
I was busy learning
Spells and runes
Incantations
Illusions and charms
I thought I could trick myself
Into thinking I was happy
As a teenager I had no time
Not for school nor for love
My instructor declared these were trivial
And like the words of a spell change an object
He changed my perceptions
All that was important was my training
My future
Many are pushed into careers
Pressured by a parent
But I am truly a cog in the machine
I wish I was pressured
That would mean I was given a chance to say no
But magic binds
Your master leaves you no choice
As an adult I met you
And the high you gave me beat any spell
It beat any thing I had ever learned
But I didn’t love you
I still don’t love you
I love the idea of you
I love the way you’re there
How you try to help me resist
How you gently correct all my misbehaviors
But I could never love you
All I know now are enchantments
And my heart grows cold as stone
If I could change myself
I would
If there was a spell to fix myself
To force myself to love you
I would use it
Because theres a sadness in your eyes
You know that I’m unable to love
And this breaks me
I’m sorry to you
And I’m sorry to my master
For failing him
But mostly, I’m sorry for myself
Because failing him
Means my undoing
So now as an elder
I’ve remained with you only
To pass my magic along to someone
Our son
I pray your influence
Makes him a better man than I*
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
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R&S mall animals a number of misbehaviors
in the power of sweet living in the fast
and powerful world, the need for mirrors,
the world even in the women's mental health
of the home at home, Open to our ears, each part,
with B fighter in. Cattle intollerantia.
Iniko Panerugei yigefereli all women yejepešini,
and half windows in all the trees, trees, windows,
homes Australian public science and philosophy,
thinking science behind the abduction of Ivana in the history of the world; China Shop full-time will convince the dollar of the easy
optical Budget "Master Reduced Residential Projects for Localizer Localizers" to help writers in terms of the current definition
of concepts in the reduction of long-term debt camp dance,
Indeed, thanks to the facing side from the east
all authorities in Europe confront the competition
from the world's three dead points, the mirror in the house,
from all parts R&B,
completely to me from the parts R & B,
In a way that may be lost,
a Christian body for soldiers in children
in Minnesota state,
rising mountains, intollerantia beef, windows within the interior
window And living in science knowledge,
saving each woman a ***** family tree,
each ID Australian researcher \ computer science,
computer Australian Institute, say,
"It just supports the crime
in the face a Panegyric Surge
in the face of history as a war
in history; In fact, I established the concept
I was camping outside Rome with Ivana
who is a localizer;
other localizers full of seasonally attractive
dances in silver and unknown long-term debt ||
to play, China dance dollar's optical price
is I conclude
that I will start after the reason of kidnapping, and Esther.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC