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some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them? why didn't you take my money? they usually do from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner. next time take my left arm or a fifty but not my poems: I'm not Shakespeare but sometime simply there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise; there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards down to the last bomb, but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.
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To The ***** Who Took My Poems
clouds are weird usually we can feel certain things but not see them with clouds it is different we can see them but not feel them
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
clouds
If i lose you i will never be the same anymore, i will lose my best friend , my soul mate, my smile , my laugh and everything. Once i lose you there will be no more sunlight , no clear skies, just like the clouds my eyes will do the same cry until you make the tears go away, if you walk away it will rain. I cannot lose you because if i lost you everything would be meaningless,I wandered into the darkness looking for something to bring happiness to my life, something real. I found you and ill be ****** if i lose you. You mean more to me then you'll ever know! I've fallen so hard for you, that if i ever lose you, ill lose myself. If you were a tear i would never dare to cry. I might lose you ! I don't think you'll ever understand how afraid i am of losing you Stephen <3 My worst fear is losing you </3 Maybe im scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything i think about, everything i need and everything i want. Stay. No matter how hard it is being with me, just stay. I need you! I get jealous very often, i get jealous so easily and its only because i dont want to lose you <3 Even though i know things won't always last forever, I want to have you for as long as i can. Youre the one who brought the happy feeling inside me again. i haven't felt like this since i was a kid when my family would make me laugh , and i dont think ill ever want to lose my happiness again. Please don't go anytime soon. You make me really happy and i cant risk losing someone like you. My nightmares are usually about losing you, I don't want us to be strangers again. I dont want to lose you after all weve been through, all the pain we push past , all those beautiful memories. Promise me, promise me youll never leave. I dont wanna lose you baby, please dont ever let me. You see i love you and i dont want to lose you because my life has been better since i found you <3
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
If I Lose You
If i lose you i will never be the same anymore, i will lose my best friend , my soul mate, my smile , my laugh and everything. Once i lose you there will be no more sunlight , no clear skies, just like the clouds my eyes will do the same cry until you make the tears go away, if you walk away it will rain. I cannot lose you because if i lost you everything would be meaningless,I wandered into the darkness looking for something to bring happiness to my life, something real. I found you and ill be ****** if i lose you. You mean more to me then you'll ever know! I've fallen so hard for you, that if i ever lose you, ill lose myself. If you were a tear i would never dare to cry. I might lose you ! I don't think you'll ever understand how afraid i am of losing you Stephen <3 My worst fear is losing you </3 Maybe im scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything i think about, everything i need and everything i want. Stay. No matter how hard it is being with me, just stay. I need you! I get jealous very often, i get jealous so easily and its only because i dont want to lose you <3 Even though i know things won't always last forever, I want to have you for as long as i can. Youre the one who brought the happy feeling inside me again. i haven't felt like this since i was a kid when my family would make me laugh , and i dont think ill ever want to lose my happiness again. Please don't go anytime soon. You make me really happy and i cant risk losing someone like you. My nightmares are usually about losing you, I don't want us to be strangers again. I dont want to lose you after all weve been through, all the pain we push past , all those beautiful memories. Promise me, promise me youll never leave. I dont wanna lose you baby, please dont ever let me. You see i love you and i dont want to lose you because my life has been better since i found you <3
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175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still— Bear within—appalling Ordnance, Fire, and smoke, and gun, Taking Villages for breakfast, And appalling Men— If the stillness is Volcanic In the human face When upon a pain Titanic Features keep their place— If at length the smouldering anguish Will not overcome— And the palpitating Vineyard In the dust, be thrown? If some loving Antiquary, On Resumption Morn, Will not cry with joy “Pompeii”! To the Hills return!
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I have never seen “Volcanoes”
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they dress well, eat well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they have moments of grief but all in all they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep. you may not believe it but such people do exist. but I am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am not even near to being one of them but they are there and I am here.
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The Aliens
Some say love's a little boy, And some say it's a bird, Some say it makes the world go around, Some say that's absurd, And when I asked the man next-door, Who looked as if he knew, His wife got very cross indeed, And said it wouldn't do. Does it look like a pair of pyjamas, Or the ham in a temperance hotel? Does its odour remind one of llamas, Or has it a comforting smell? Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is, Or soft as eiderdown fluff? Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges? O tell me the truth about love. Our history books refer to it In cryptic little notes, It's quite a common topic on The Transatlantic boats; I've found the subject mentioned in Accounts of suicides, And even seen it scribbled on The backs of railway guides. Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian, Or boom like a military band? Could one give a first-rate imitation On a saw or a Steinway Grand? Is its singing at parties a riot? Does it only like Classical stuff? Will it stop when one wants to be quiet? O tell me the truth about love. I looked inside the summer-house; It wasn't over there; I tried the Thames at Maidenhead, And Brighton's bracing air. I don't know what the blackbird sang, Or what the tulip said; But it wasn't in the chicken-run, Or underneath the bed. Can it pull extraordinary faces? Is it usually sick on a swing? Does it spend all its time at the races, or fiddling with pieces of string? Has it views of its own about money? Does it think Patriotism enough? Are its stories ****** but funny? O tell me the truth about love. When it comes, will it come without warning Just as I'm picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or tread in the bus on my toes? Will it come like a change in the weather? Will its greeting be courteous or rough? Will it alter my life altogether? O tell me the truth about love.
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O Tell Me The Truth About Love
Some say love's a little boy, And some say it's a bird, Some say it makes the world go around, Some say that's absurd, And when I asked the man next-door, Who looked as if he knew, His wife got very cross indeed, And said it wouldn't do. Does it look like a pair of pyjamas, Or the ham in a temperance hotel? Does its odour remind one of llamas, Or has it a comforting smell? Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is, Or soft as eiderdown fluff? Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges? O tell me the truth about love. Our history books refer to it In cryptic little notes, It's quite a common topic on The Transatlantic boats; I've found the subject mentioned in Accounts of suicides, And even seen it scribbled on The backs of railway guides. Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian, Or boom like a military band? Could one give a first-rate imitation On a saw or a Steinway Grand? Is its singing at parties a riot? Does it only like Classical stuff? Will it stop when one wants to be quiet? O tell me the truth about love. I looked inside the summer-house; It wasn't over there; I tried the Thames at Maidenhead, And Brighton's bracing air. I don't know what the blackbird sang, Or what the tulip said; But it wasn't in the chicken-run, Or underneath the bed. Can it pull extraordinary faces? Is it usually sick on a swing? Does it spend all its time at the races, or fiddling with pieces of string? Has it views of its own about money? Does it think Patriotism enough? Are its stories ****** but funny? O tell me the truth about love. When it comes, will it come without warning Just as I'm picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or tread in the bus on my toes? Will it come like a change in the weather? Will its greeting be courteous or rough? Will it alter my life altogether? O tell me the truth about love.
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I'm used to being abandoned by the men in my life But that never makes it any easier I was always a dreamer And a part of me still is I let my hopes grow too big Filled with hot air Only for them to float away from me Disappearing Like everything else Naturally I've built up a wall But people always find a way to sneak in And usually walk right out Once I've opened the doors You could say I have trust issues But there's always a moment When I open myself up Completely It scares the hell out of me But I do it anyways For the chance at something bigger than myself The only problem Is that I don't do well with vulnerability I worry, I doubt But only because Having another man walk out of my life -- Especially you -- Would be too much to bear.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Once is an Accident, Twice is a Coincidence, Three Times is a Pattern
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful and she'll watch me first spread the soap over my ***** lift the ***** squeeze them, then wash the **** "hey, this thing is still hard!" then get all the hair down there,- the belly, the back, the neck, the legs, I grin grin grin, and then I wash her. . . first the **** I stand behind her, my **** in the cheeks of her *** I gently soap up the **** hairs, wash there with a soothing motion, I linger perhaps longer than necessary, then I get the backs of the legs, the *** the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her, soap up the ******* get them and the belly, the neck, the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet, and then the **** once more, for luck. . . another kiss, and she gets out first, toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in turn the water on hotter feeling the good times of love's miracle I then get out. . . it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet, and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it for as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and man, it's different for each- for me, it's splendid enough to remember past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness: when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.
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The Shower
it's hard to be with you and not get ***** your *** your stomach everything about you makes me feel like I just want to lift you up and throw you on the bed rip your clothes off and **** u so hard until u *** all over and scream and moan and breathe so heavy I want to feel your warm breath on my neck I want to feel your voice vibrate as you give me head I want to hear you say oh yes as I **** you on the desk and lift you up and feel your *** cheeks in my hands girl I can't stand to watch you walk away without having a taste and a sampling of that wetness my body yearns for you it's a machine that wants to be strong and make you feel so good that you can't imagine ever touching another man because I'm your rock When I had you in my arms took hold of you took control of you you're mine now I'm going to dominate you and she likes it she likes when I take over and **** her all over in several different positions on the counter to the bed she ****** me, she was on top and i felt that *** go up and down and clap against my ***** then I flipped her over and got on top and ****** her hard and slow she wanted to *** on my **** which was perfectly fine with me as I was caressing her **** I ****** her against hte wall threw her against the dresser rubbed her *** on it hard and aggressively and made her breath heavily I lifted her leg up and pinned her against the wall and felt all of her walls as I pulled out and slid back in all the way to the tip to the base of my **** she said does that feel good baby I said yeah it's the best she sent me pictures of her *** and **** and her pretty face and I couldn't help but think about how I wanted to take my **** and go up in it pull out and *** all over her *** and make her feel it make her moan make her legs shake and vibrate I want to make her ***** feel like it's having a 7.1 earthquake on the richter I fixed her she was stressed out feeling uneasy anxious and an ****** relaxed her gave her the endorphins she needs to go about the rest of the week let's **** baby let's do it all night long til we can't go anymore and we're left laying on the bed holding each other laying sideways with no pillows forgetting about how we usually sleep and our bodies locked in to each other we're the same one another we're a unit together ******* not just for pleasure but to satisfy our needs and emotionally doing each other good deeds so we can go to bed and get good sleep and be better people we're a strong couple and we always know how to make the bed rumble
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Make Her Wet
it's hard to be with you and not get ***** your *** your stomach everything about you makes me feel like I just want to lift you up and throw you on the bed rip your clothes off and **** u so hard until u *** all over and scream and moan and breathe so heavy I want to feel your warm breath on my neck I want to feel your voice vibrate as you give me head I want to hear you say oh yes as I **** you on the desk and lift you up and feel your *** cheeks in my hands girl I can't stand to watch you walk away without having a taste and a sampling of that wetness my body yearns for you it's a machine that wants to be strong and make you feel so good that you can't imagine ever touching another man because I'm your rock When I had you in my arms took hold of you took control of you you're mine now I'm going to dominate you and she likes it she likes when I take over and **** her all over in several different positions on the counter to the bed she ****** me, she was on top and i felt that *** go up and down and clap against my ***** then I flipped her over and got on top and ****** her hard and slow she wanted to *** on my **** which was perfectly fine with me as I was caressing her **** I ****** her against hte wall threw her against the dresser rubbed her *** on it hard and aggressively and made her breath heavily I lifted her leg up and pinned her against the wall and felt all of her walls as I pulled out and slid back in all the way to the tip to the base of my **** she said does that feel good baby I said yeah it's the best she sent me pictures of her *** and **** and her pretty face and I couldn't help but think about how I wanted to take my **** and go up in it pull out and *** all over her *** and make her feel it make her moan make her legs shake and vibrate I want to make her ***** feel like it's having a 7.1 earthquake on the richter I fixed her she was stressed out feeling uneasy anxious and an ****** relaxed her gave her the endorphins she needs to go about the rest of the week let's **** baby let's do it all night long til we can't go anymore and we're left laying on the bed holding each other laying sideways with no pillows forgetting about how we usually sleep and our bodies locked in to each other we're the same one another we're a unit together ******* not just for pleasure but to satisfy our needs and emotionally doing each other good deeds so we can go to bed and get good sleep and be better people we're a strong couple and we always know how to make the bed rumble
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Why go back when you can move forward? I face this question each day I breathe. It's not always so easy to answer. P T S D Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Keeps me looking back to my past behind my shoulder. P T S D Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Usually associated with our war heroes. The ones who can't leave the battlefield behind. I am not one of them. I am just an anxious a depressed in pain person. But I can't help that I have it. P T S D Post Traumatic Stress Disorder My battlefield was the school, the classrooms, the playground. The babysitter, the dark closets, the dark rooms, the basement. P T S D Post Traumatic Stress Disorder The anxiety the migraines the depression the fibro no sleep. All lead back to square one. The abuse by my peers by my teachers by my babysitter. P T S D Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Four easy letters Four simple words Lifetime in pain from those simple things from those not so simple things. P T S D Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
PTSD
You ***** need to stop I'm sorry for hurting your feelings I'm not the one that usually disrespects humans faith and love for something that doesn't even exist - I mean that I believe doesn't exist but you can still live you've got your feelings hurt but thousands of us can not longer hold on or have stopped living - 68 percent of us to be precise have met you speakers telling beautiful stories about saving and love but let your eyes meet ours and you'll have a cemetery party with champagne and cake for my people that unfortunatly met you - so called followers of everything that's right too many of us asked for acceptance nobody wants acceptance anymore after you've hurt people over some old book pushing things on us we're not just don't be ignorant it makes your mind look so small for a person with such a big mouth that normally shouts leviticus twenty:thirdteen those are the numbers numbers we already read, heard have screamed while overdosing on pain,blood and touch by you pedophiles that treat us like some dust trust me too many of us know and won't come back so bring them back climb your way to your heaven and ask like the angel you are -father is killing your youth right? ~.V.~
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
[Paradise for survivors,home for the hurt,hell for the worldrulers]
at 4 in the morning the sun is never up but i usually am i worry about things that are out of my control even more about things that are get up early when i work and earlier when i don’t the older i get the more i learn sometimes you need to cry it out alone at night into your pillow the blankets wrapped all around you sometimes you need to cry and cry and cry until the morning sun falls across the tears dried under your lashes and the lump in your throat has dissolved so you can breathe with ease you need to get up let hot water wash it away let the steam rising from your mug soften any sorrow left around your morning eyes take a deep breath don’t mention it to anyone and just keep going i will just keep going
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
morning eyes
Smash, slash, and if you're a noob you spam. Video Games the most interactive experience ever, it brings out the best and worst out of all of us. Combos and controls to study, instead of trying to study for an upcoming test. Some people say video games turns your brain into mush, but studies show that video games actually help people in the real world. Oh how I love video games they let me experience things outside can't, and even though movie versions of games aren't that good, I never usually get disappointed with sequels. Video games create more than fun times, they have also helped create my identity. So thank you video games for making me who I am.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
Video games
He says I should do this Society usually agrees There's only so much a girl can do Do I have anything to prove? I can't "compare" with other men Society says they're "more advantaged" Where does this leave me? Unable to prove my capability? The thing with sexism is, despite living in the 21st century, some people are closed-minded as can be...
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Sexism
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor. Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower. Little bit sweet, and little bit sour, Sometimes it’s hot but not too more…. Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric. Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy And any one you ask he always say “M busy” Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns, From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels From telephone rings and doorbell brings. There are people connecting through Blackberry pings Where there’s little time to spare for kids People here spend their lives on bids Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter But milkman mixing water is not a cheater! Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart Where local trains usually run on time And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine” From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee. Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty. Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Mumbai
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor. Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower. Little bit sweet, and little bit sour, Sometimes it’s hot but not too more…. Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric. Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy And any one you ask he always say “M busy” Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns, From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels From telephone rings and doorbell brings. There are people connecting through Blackberry pings Where there’s little time to spare for kids People here spend their lives on bids Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter But milkman mixing water is not a cheater! Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart Where local trains usually run on time And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine” From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee. Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty. Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.
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Never let someone else decide how good you are. And never make an exception to that rule. Your words, and your unique we of expressing them, are a gift given to you. If someone else doesn't appreciate them, then good for them. It's not their gift, so it has nothing to do with them. Its your responsibility to respect your gifts and to protect them from negativity; typical of these lower life forms, called Haters; annoying little creatures that feed off of other people's energy and hard work - they spawn fairly quickly and dewl in the depths of social media, hidden behind computer and smartphone screens. Usually over-weight, bad breath, single and filthy broke. Hindered by limited hand-eye coordination; they simply **** at every thing. They are pretty pathetic, in person. I mean they look human, but have no spinal cord, so they don't stand up straight. Their habitats similar to that of a large roach, just messier with and more filth. I hear they are contagious, so be careful. Don't let their negativity rub off on you, or you will end up like one of them. A soulless zombie, paroling posts looking for a something stupid to say.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Haters
Usually when you Think of nights, folks You think of a full moon Being in the sky But there's nothing But total darkness { Weasel }
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Night
Their mouth NEVER ******* seems to shut up & just stop & **** snitches don't hesitate to quickly name drop Twisting everything they'll hear Creating lies & rumors like it is their career! SO WATCH YOUR BACK, they are only a pretend friend They're scary & **** identical when they're an impersonator Nice & kind so they seem, turn away they'll be a backstabbing hater NOBODY has time for all that ridiculous nonsense Just attention seekers, without their usually faithful but now gone audience Desperately trying to remain in the center of attention, cleary blind to the EXTREME  obvious! You never really deserved to ever be forgiven I'm done wasting my time & voice on someone who will NEVER listen Ohhh yah a FYI, a friendship isn't a competition But more like a dynamic duo always down for a random mission! Oh well, no coming back now I'm not changing my decision! Deuces!
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Gossip Dispenser
Depression is my soulmate He fell in love with me He couldn't wait Depression lays in bed with me at night Follows me in my dreams Holds me back from the light He wants me all to himself He whispers sweet nothings in my ear Convincing me I can't survive by myself I try to get away but he holds so tight He says I  have to stay He pulls me close, slow dances with me When I'm with him , he recites every bad memory of the day I start to believe this is all my life will be I want to think it isn't true but is it? it might be? I have no clue Depression doesn't like when I have a friend He gets jealous of happiness He makes a big fuss and that's usually the end When they leave, he reminds me that hes here to stay I lay in bed crying He comes in, holds me till I'm okay I know I should get away, find help But not even my mother believes me ... whelp Depression meet my parents without my knowing He made them think when I'm free from him ,the real me isn't showing I guess hes my better half The side of me that makes them laugh But I can't get away, its too late I lost the key to freedom's gate Apparently this is my fate Depression is my soulmate
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Depression is my soulmate
She’s got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck, so we fck, and after it's said and done she says, “I don’t usually do this.”, yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do, no road home and no rules, no control no lines no tolls, keep knocking and you can come in, but no one’s home, what’s going on up there, how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful, why are you armed with such a stare, I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for, armed to the teeth no bark all bite, I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire, and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might, because we better express ourselves before we expire, got burned from her fire, but it hurt so good, like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other, feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood, always ready to talk about anything except the truth, she says she only lied to me once, and that was about not liking Ethiopian food, and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck, what the fck, I’m drunk, and I don’t usually drink, but I often do things I don’t usually do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not sure I love you, because even if I did, I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use, you want the truth, the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone, and in the middle is where I found you, and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home, and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment, laying there naked in each other’s arms, but you were insecure and covered yourself back up, because you didn’t want me to see your scars, you’ve got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck... ∆ LaLux ∆ Melbourne, Australia October 2018
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Battle Wounds
She’s got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck, so we fck, and after it's said and done she says, “I don’t usually do this.”, yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do, no road home and no rules, no control no lines no tolls, keep knocking and you can come in, but no one’s home, what’s going on up there, how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful, why are you armed with such a stare, I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for, armed to the teeth no bark all bite, I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire, and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might, because we better express ourselves before we expire, got burned from her fire, but it hurt so good, like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other, feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood, always ready to talk about anything except the truth, she says she only lied to me once, and that was about not liking Ethiopian food, and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck, what the fck, I’m drunk, and I don’t usually drink, but I often do things I don’t usually do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not sure I love you, because even if I did, I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use, you want the truth, the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone, and in the middle is where I found you, and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home, and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment, laying there naked in each other’s arms, but you were insecure and covered yourself back up, because you didn’t want me to see your scars, you’ve got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck... ∆ LaLux ∆ Melbourne, Australia October 2018
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Sunshine comes in many forms.     -  -  -  -  -  - That which comes up in the morning and goes down at night. And little girls who are Grandma's De-light.     -  -  -  -  -  - She rises in the morning sometimes cloudy, sometimes bright, but always Grandma's De-light.     -  -  -  -  -  - Sometimes she rains tears torrential they may pour but comforted by the voice of the One who loves her so.     -  -  -  -  -  - Sometimes she shines bright the warmth of hugs and smiles. Love overflowing in the heart, it's all Grandma's De-light.     -  -  -  -  -  - Love is forever and always whether its stormy or bright. Love covers all situations For all is Grandma's De-light.     -  -  -  -  -  - Sunshine's  Eyes and Smiles Light up the world around her. Creating more smiles in their eyes when first they did find her     -  -  -  -  -  - When Grandma's day is gloomy Sunshine arrives with much to say with happy stories, hugs and smiles to brighten up the cloudiest day.     -  -  -  -  -  - When Sunshine goes to bed it usually can be said Sunshine's eyes cease to gleam when energy's gone, time to dream.     -  -  -  -  -  - Eyes close and all is well in Sunshine Land I do tell. Grandma's De-light in peaceful sleep The day is over, it will keep.     -  -  -  -  -  - She is after all Grandma's Sunshine. 11-01-2014 (c) John Stevens
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Grandma's Sunshine
To expel intestinal gases through the **** The definition makes it sound kinda heinous. Whether you pass wind or pass gas, either way it comes out your *** Farts are loud and some silent but deadly, you can make it sound like a medley. Farts are cool and sometimes funny, lookout for ones that become runny. Some like to **** in your face, it may cause pink eye, and sting like mace. Farts can smell and usually bad, must be a duck, says your dad. I have farts that never stink, although some were on the brink. Dog farts will make you take cover, the smell lingers and starts to hover. Woman never **** but watch out when they do, it can be brutal, once their comfortable with you. If in certain places you must hold it in, farting in church is considered a sin. A good **** can make you feel good, its part of life and fully understood. Every **** deserves a smile or a giggle, don't forget to give your *** a shake or a wiggle. For ones who think farting is disgusting, I bet your ******* needs a good dusting.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
****
My mind isn't big enough for an escape My mind, I am trapped in a disadvantage Usually my mind is as big as the universe But my mind, is discourage My mind, my mind, holding on to courage Making my way to uncover Another path of undiscovered
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
My Mind, My Mind
They stare at you. They judge you. They talk about you. They hurt you. Why? Because they're "jealous" Because they're "abused" Because they're "hurting" Because they're mean. You cry at night, You want to fight. But you're scared, You hate fear. Your parents ignore you, Sometimes THEY bully you. Your siblings laugh at you, They usually pick on you. What do you do about this? Nothing.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
Faces
Capricorns, Capricorns are ruled and schooled by the planet Saturn, Saturn, Saturn. A bandit with a similar pattern, pattern, pattern. Capricorns, Capricorns are brethren from a legion; a legion of an atmosphere of the southern-hemisphere; in the equatorial region. At an angle, angle, angle; Capricorns, Capricorns are angels of Aquarius and Sagittarius. They’re boisterous, courageous, contagious, glamorous, prestigious, rebellious, various and victorious-goats, goats, goats! Capricorns, Capricorns cope, devote, note and quote, quote, quote. They’re ambitions with superstitions and various missions, missions, missions! They’re novelties and poverties, revelations and revolutionaries, revolutionaries, revolutionaries. Capricorns, Capricorns are theories and visionaries, visionaries, visionaries. They’re objects, projects and rejects. They’re leaders and readers that are poetically, negatively or positively dictatorial and doctorial!  Some are historical, optical, political and radical; authentic, eccentric, neurotic, poetic, theoretic, theoretic, theoretic. Unicorns, Unicorns are biblical and mythical, mythical, mythical; they’re ****** exotic, iconic, ironic, magic, nostalgic creatures, creatures, creatures. Their features resembling a horse of course, of course. Furthermore, they’re fierce and a force. They’re a breed and creed of desire, fire and perspire, perspire, perspire, perspire! They’re viral, viral, viral! This partial, sworn steed; born awesome, awesome, awesome and too blossom, blossom, blossom. Unicorn’s spiral, crescent horn usually projecting and protruding from their foreheads. Rough and tough enough too pierce, pierce, pierce! Unicorns, Unicorns are defendants, independents and pendants. Hark! Hark! Hark! They’re brilliant and resilient sparks, sparks, sparks! They’re told as bold, old art, from the heart, from the start. Unicorns, Unicorns are fillers and pillars of guide, pride and stride, stride, stride. They’re along for the long, long, long ride... Unicorns, Unicorns are strong, strong, strong! Some as a song, song, song, some throng, throng, throng, some wrong, wrong, wrong. As a child, child, child; wild, wild, wild! Unicorns, Unicorns overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm. Their domicile realm, apparently, inherently and originally belonging from India; alleluia, alleluia for India, India, India! Capricorns and Unicorns; two different creations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different relations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different situations and superstitions. They’re rainbows that glow, know and show. They’re of borrow, of sorrow and of our tomorrow.
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
POEM ENTITLED: “CAPRICORNS AND UNICORNS”
Capricorns, Capricorns are ruled and schooled by the planet Saturn, Saturn, Saturn. A bandit with a similar pattern, pattern, pattern. Capricorns, Capricorns are brethren from a legion; a legion of an atmosphere of the southern-hemisphere; in the equatorial region. At an angle, angle, angle; Capricorns, Capricorns are angels of Aquarius and Sagittarius. They’re boisterous, courageous, contagious, glamorous, prestigious, rebellious, various and victorious-goats, goats, goats! Capricorns, Capricorns cope, devote, note and quote, quote, quote. They’re ambitions with superstitions and various missions, missions, missions! They’re novelties and poverties, revelations and revolutionaries, revolutionaries, revolutionaries. Capricorns, Capricorns are theories and visionaries, visionaries, visionaries. They’re objects, projects and rejects. They’re leaders and readers that are poetically, negatively or positively dictatorial and doctorial!  Some are historical, optical, political and radical; authentic, eccentric, neurotic, poetic, theoretic, theoretic, theoretic. Unicorns, Unicorns are biblical and mythical, mythical, mythical; they’re ****** exotic, iconic, ironic, magic, nostalgic creatures, creatures, creatures. Their features resembling a horse of course, of course. Furthermore, they’re fierce and a force. They’re a breed and creed of desire, fire and perspire, perspire, perspire, perspire! They’re viral, viral, viral! This partial, sworn steed; born awesome, awesome, awesome and too blossom, blossom, blossom. Unicorn’s spiral, crescent horn usually projecting and protruding from their foreheads. Rough and tough enough too pierce, pierce, pierce! Unicorns, Unicorns are defendants, independents and pendants. Hark! Hark! Hark! They’re brilliant and resilient sparks, sparks, sparks! They’re told as bold, old art, from the heart, from the start. Unicorns, Unicorns are fillers and pillars of guide, pride and stride, stride, stride. They’re along for the long, long, long ride... Unicorns, Unicorns are strong, strong, strong! Some as a song, song, song, some throng, throng, throng, some wrong, wrong, wrong. As a child, child, child; wild, wild, wild! Unicorns, Unicorns overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm. Their domicile realm, apparently, inherently and originally belonging from India; alleluia, alleluia for India, India, India! Capricorns and Unicorns; two different creations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different relations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different situations and superstitions. They’re rainbows that glow, know and show. They’re of borrow, of sorrow and of our tomorrow.
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