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Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore — No doubt you have heard the name before — Was a boy who never would shut a door! The wind might whistle, the wind might roar, And teeth be aching and throats be sore, But still he never would shut the door. His father would beg, his mother implore, 'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, We really do wish you would shut the door!' Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore; But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore. When he walked forth the folks would roar, 'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, Why don't you think to shut the door?' They rigged up a Shutter with sail and oar, And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore On a voyage of penance to Singapore. But he begged for mercy and said, 'No more! Pray do not send me to Singapore On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!' 'You will?' said his parents; 'then keep on shore! But mind you do! For the plague is sore Of a fellow that never will shut the door, Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!'
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore by William Brighty Rands
Have you ever been hit by a car Or a bullet through your heart I can assure you Both will leave a big scar You wouldn't wish this pain upon someone You would be to scared to wish them gone But nore would inflict such a strong pain Would you? Because here I am writing a poem again One about hurt, loss, lust and emotions This feeling never dies Along with all your lies.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Do you Know
once i punched myself in the face so that i would have a bruise, because i think bruises are nice and maybe a little badass, but then i realized as people asked me what hurt me that i was neither nice nore a little badass.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Untitled
Dam I need a blunt, can't put up with this **** I'm fealin a new person My heart just feals like cursin... I've bin hear, in this new home, sober a new rome, If i had my shear **** you'd sure would hear a cheer song. I'd feal you out so happy, have my words churned out to sappy?. I'm way out, I'm not burned, I get it I sure learned far out mars rover, spot me out like your'e lucky clover, out in a big croud I'm rare like a drout cloud, like I said, I miss my bed, eatin all day, freakin all may, Give it a doobie a precious ****** ruby Not lit Not fit can-I-Just-quit?. How bout a bubble and a bowl,? no trouble nore parol, you know i'm slick won't get in no **** just help a ***** out and blow me a hit. I love my jane we plan to mary when she's gone my world gets scary.. So be it if i'm sketchy, I'm posted monalisa , see me on the wall, touch me and I'll fall, trust I see it all, you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor, I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow, Best of what I know is what minds like to show.. don't come back that lock is latched, holdin steady bit attatched, I need a hook to hold me steady. some one strong that will be ready,
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
To sober I'm a mars rover, Give me morphine before I'm over
I've learned more from pain than joy. My mind and heart in battle to a void of grim thoughts. If things were meant to be like this and just let go or if i really want something i should fight for it. Both at a different point of view right and wrong at the same time. I can not know how deep i am wounded nore if i'll ever heal for my pain is the outcome of pure emotions. Love, compassion, selflessness. There are times this pain becomes unbearable but i choose to do what is right and just even if it comes with a price.
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Cost
Sailed in seas which match the heavens wispered secrets at a sunset and followed the trumbling stars the ship anchored to land green and reach an unearthly melody that filled the air. It was not the foaming waves not the bird's sing nore the leaves rustling. And so the traveller wondered in confusion until he met a stranger sitting at the foreland. He did not ask where he is but from where this music comes from. The stranger turned and spoke. "It's Dagda's harp and Apollo's canto both in tune with Bragi's poem. Now i travel home for you found yours and so i return."
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
No roots vol.8
Weather you ride motorbike Or play the guitar Weather you fight in the war Or ride threw the stars Weather you hide in the bars Escape from the gloom Weather your scared of the dark Or confided to a room Weather your the brain with a spark Or a ****** addict The drunk in the park Or work at a medical practice What im trying to say the common factor is human. Embrace move on no run nore race. When life maybe be boomin. Grab a mirror look into your face and consider your place. Quick to judge with no room for a thought Quick to condemn no room for them sort Society tells us where different.but im telling you where equal. Put everything a side and see that where people.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Equal
That moment when you realize that you hurt someone That means more than life itself And it cuts them in the heart And they bleed due to what you said And you know there is no forgiving yourself And you slip back into your demon of the past And harming yourself is the only thing you know But when they find out They hurt even more They blame themself But it wasnt their fault And they cry over you And something in you dies You know you cant forgive yourself They want you to be whole and pain free But because of what you said you cant let go Because you hurt the thing that means nore than life
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
When You Hurt the Thing That Means More Than Life
Knots tie me up inside Even the places I can't quite find The drums pound throughout my temple Maybe these are not the perfect examples Hate poisons my innocent flesh What is the feeling that this suggests? It seems my writing skills aren't incredible Nore are they desirable I'm not going to make you wait I'm just going to tell you straight I'm angry!
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Not As Planned
there is no hell below us nore is there a heaven above us we are in them were in hell, were in heaven. we create them we breathe them we are them they boths live inside us they are bonded in our minds twisting things together to create our own spin we are them
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
we are them
I feel more lonely when she's around Than I do by myself I can't make it make sense And I can't put it on a shelf It splits me in half and destroys both pieces I can't answer why I stay It's neither love nore is it fear This is life in the gray ©2025
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
~•§•~ Life in the Gray ~•§•~
Allow me to ruminate I'll digest the cud. While we chew the fat. In the darkened woods. Of what we shouldn't at. Of a thing so wrong. That we now lay to rest. With shovel in my hand. And course i see as best. So I light a simple lamp. And quite be my sound. The guilt is in my heart. And blood upon my hand. Do all that i see fit. Nore wash away the stains. Of ownership, desire, And newfound growing pains. With such a different world. So different in the calm. When you can be a god, And make the world obey.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Fledgling
We are a shoe A lace of one that turns into 2 Like a seed that grew When rain comes the water turns into dew But sun light can dry it But how can we dry if we are full of darkness Like we make each other targets Then we get into an argument And we made each other self-conscious Our love is godless Very obnoxious It makes me noxious But what about the prophets That's supposed to make us spotless I guess when there's darkness They get locked in a closet Making us gossip Whispering in the quadrants Praying in closed departments sitting on carpets If the devil wears designer I guess i shouldn't line up because i am going to corrupt If you don't come up
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
nore
*Not the time Nore the place But I don't really care I will still wish on your grace Because your my love My bleeding heart And even if your gone We could never be apart*
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
My whisper of love to the moon
Li'leithuin vas Eranor Tianei thrael vas Ere thule lei rost Li'leithuin, Li'leithuin Betre nost alune Torna ero nuni Li'leithuin dorne atore Somna verit csal Kilikun iva lei lux Li'leithuin, Li'leithuin Betre nost alune Torna dei sera Li'leithuin burz warg Vulif gar vas Teberin Ypsul dront kars Li'leithuin, Li'leithuin Betre nost alune Storei teru roag Li'leithuin vrut toural Nore tuin dasgul Caleg toum var
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
Li'leithuin
Love doesn't fall from tree's Nore into the river that become dry in the season where rain is too scarce. Love doesn't fall like a leaf's falling down and make the ground ***** You may open your mouth and show us teeth until you reveal your inner tongue but where there is love the is a vivid picture. Love and caring are syblings Love and sharing are twins Love and smile is a mother and daughter Where love exist and sympathy exist Love and pretending is the best enemies If you give heart a water you want your muscles to make the blood flow peaceful on it and stay fresh as it is. If you practice love ,you want to live by it and be its proffer,some body will call you doctor love, Let's love to be loved and let its meaning over flow.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Love
They say misery loves company Yet I prepared no table. Nore has misery prepared one for me. Yet we find ourselves sitting face to face. We met once b4 in a distant place. A place I left I was merely a guest. Then.. Allowed to come n go as the door stood wide open. I was young full of hope then. Running ..chasing the wind. The years hide in that wind. Deceiving you with all of life's temptations. Twisting and turning you in all directions. Till one day it all makes sense.. Pointless! And there she sits.. Waiting! "Misery" that beautiful old freind so familiar to me. Holding on  feeding the cancer within. They say misery loves company. Yet I prepared no table. Today I'll dine alone Frank R.Caliguire
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
"MISERY"
Yes thats my type could be this way or that third layer of type dreams are there inbitween the inside of head bouncing off the skull almost stereo left nore right they are the thoughts me myself just ******* me look at my eyes back in the room yes my eyes are blue my knees hurt standing to long my left hand and the right did nothing nothing at all not even a ****
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
My left hand was not aways right.
Love was created to share. The nore you love. The more you care. Now consider this as truth. When you're given a love to love. Respect and cherish that selected one. Don't like others treat this wrong. Now consider this. The biggest fools are those that realize to late. That their truest love stood beside them. Ready at an instant to defend them. Least, until they hurted them. Who hadn't regreted losing someone great? Which came about cause of a foolish mistake.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
Now Consider This
The pain was at ease and for a time i had stillness within, but it was not to be for long. As shady thoughts linger in my head again my heart reaches the apogee of loneliness, my chest stretches. I can not forget nore i can allow such thoughts to overwhelm me, so i locked them up. I hid them even from those i love most, for they deserve only joy and happiness not the grouchiness of a troubled soul.
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
untitled
I have no courage, nore the need to ask for name and habits To ask for age. I may love you just the way you are Unknown I have no courage, nore the need to ask for hopes and fears The scars you may have The love you may never hold I may love you just the way you are to me. Pale and a little forgotten So you can rise from the depths of my soul and sink my ships. So that I could start over and over and over again.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
Pale, and a little forgotten
Our portraits faded In this land of no opportunities we bought a little hope and earned a little tear No colour for our eyes No glitter for our lips Our flowers died No apples,nore oranges No birds in our gardens Hell is cold now Heaven's too far Battles started and seem to have no end My nails are ****** from digging bones from the dirt Digging bones from the flesh My womb is hungry for peace In this land of no opportunities only cascets travel the road at day Only death by night Our portraits faded Rings and earrings Tapistries from the walls Tiny hidden notes All gone Letters travel with no destination They will tell stories to the nations yet unborn Mournings travel even faster They will write elegies to the children unknown Years shall pass Armies will march Songs shall be written and sang Our portraist will be drawn But no earth shall rise from these waters No earth shall rise from these graves Yesterday was too soon Tomorrow all will be gone
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
Portraits faded