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last one danika is mad mad ill

 

 

 

heres one i copy from book

 

A fallen flower

Returning to the branch?

It was a butterfly.

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it's better to go into the sea of love,

then to of never stepped on the boat.

even though the water is rough,

its still a ride you will never forget

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"Gee I like ultras. I wish I had one as

bright as the sun." GOD: "Your wish has been

granted my son. I have filled a translucent vial

with liquid from the sun, that it may burn forever

bright." The glee. The joy. The irony. The stick

melts through everything it touches, through the

earth, and out the other side, only to have

gravity pull it back again. And again. And again.

I had a dream like that before. It was me, suddenly I became immaterial but gravity still had effect, so I fell through the ground, through the earth for an hour, than I slingshotted into the air on the other side, out of the ocea, than back through again.That time when I fell through the earth, the center of the earth was literally a black abyss. I fell through into a black abyss, and I don't know what happened after that.

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I'm new at this (both the website and poetry) but I guess I can try;

 

Soft breath at my lips

snow crunches under our boots

a cat purrs for love

 

warm skin at my chest

she smells like chrysanthemums

a cats winter mewl

 

 

 

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Explosive

 

I feel explosive

I think

To blow or not to go

Is that the question?

 

Have I strained my ears

to hear the coming sound?

Did my heart skip?

Am I breathing?

 

A bead of sweat

rolls down my brow

My eye ticks

A twitch in the night

 

I'm not alone

The beast is near

Not three or ten feet

But in my head

 

It troubles me so

To stare it down

But this look right here

Is explosive

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This isn't what i would call poetry but here it goes. something i wrote to a friend who was goign to be leaving off to college...

 

Isn’t it amazing how much you can learn from a JUMOBO SIZE bag of M & M’s with almonds? You find that through the processing of time the environment that the pieces were selected to be together. Some of them come in different shapes and sizes such as small, oval, short, yellow, or black ^_^. Well even though these M & M’s are different on the outside, they all are the same on the inside; they are filled with almonds. In comparison Ronald, you and I met through different environment changes and were brought together in one place. Our appearances are different on the outside consisting of body build, color, and style. Though, this never bothered us or hindered our friendship. What matters is what is on the inside, and that my friend is our core. We are both kind-hearted and loving people. As I once said before, “Friends come and go, but relationships will truly last.†Even though you are going somewhere else, I will never forget about you! I love you like a brother of mine and I always will. So the next time you eat any M & M, I hope you think of me.

 

 

-SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG DX-

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The Loss

 

Swivel my livel

The fountain just dribbles

The gorge

And the rake

And the take

Where's the lake?

I feel raped

By this quake

My limbs shake

Life forsake

Is this hell or consumption of heaven?

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I thought it'd be fun to experiment with having each stanza have one less line.

 

Lament

 

Fleeing

The being

That's seeing

Me leaving

Please do take my meaning

I'm scared.

 

Trembling

And kneeling

That feeling

It's reeling

My mind has taken a bend

 

Turning

I'm yearning

Soul burning

To pick up my sword and fight

 

Chilling

I'm killing

It's wrong I have feelings

 

Slash

My soul has been rent

 

Lament

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Feeling lucky?

Lay down your hand.

The chips slide and drop,

Soon to make an end.

 

Feeling lucky?

Put your money down.

Play it with plastic,

But please dont frown.

 

Feeling lucky?

So do they.

Across the world,

In the middle of the day.

 

Feeling lucky?

Not any more.

She stole your money,

Like a dirty little whore.

 

 

A poem about the 'Feeling lucky?' poker sidebar advertisement.

 

XD

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secrets-

 

Finally

I have

Secrets

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lies

 

white lies

meet my friend

black yang.

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Pain

 

Prick

 

Ouch!

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Radiance

 

Hiding the sight

And the sound

And the man

And the feeling

Inner thoughts

From the depths

Of the soul

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and in the last hour, somebody cries

out to be heard

out past the void and the silence

(so loud in its fury and)

so many times has it followed you home

somebody cries for the warmth

of a sun that's not there--

 

and outwardly goes about daily demands

smiling and withering slowly away

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close

 

close? you?

no. not even.

odd.

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If I see myself inside a dream and wave as I walk by,

and wave right back, as I move passed, then which me am I?

Am I'm the me that I should be, the me that's moving on?

Then who is he, that little me, the me that's come and gone?

And if I sit upon the path and watch myself walk past,

then who is he, that busy me, who's walking by so fast?

Just who are we, the two of me, and why are we apart,

How long will I walk until I sit, and watch myself depart?

 

 

 

 

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Love For My Kitty

 

The counters all gritty

The floor is all sticky

Toilet paper unrolled all around

 

I see that the sink

Is full of a stink

The foulest kind there is around

 

There are scratches on the wall

It could have been a drunken brawl

But there are no drunkards around

 

From the prints on the mirror

It has never been clearer

My devil of a house cat was around

 

Bad kitty I told you no

Your curiosity seems to grow

Each day that you hang around

 

Though even with your messes

And the large amount of stresses

I love you so I'll keep you around

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Time

 

Antique clocks found

Hanging in shops,

Sometimes fall from

Unsteady supports and,

Smashing into fragments

Time is shattered

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Water

 

Elusive, Rythmatic

Destructive, Life

Wild, Tame

Fury, Peace

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The song of sorrow

Sounds like laughter,

Hidden the

rain of tears.

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Life, The Present

 

You look but you do not find

You touch but you do not grasp

If only you could pull the veil that's striken you blind

The true joys of your life would be unsheathed at last

 

With all that you've seen

With all that you've had

The vast amounts of true wisdom that you've gleened

You can look upon the saddest moments and be glad

 

The future is not here

The past is long gone

Live life to its fullest for your path is free and clear

A life lived in the present is a life lived full and long

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The Miller

 

There was once upon a time a miller

Who spent his days fishing for cod

His mill was ran by those he chose

Under experienced to his quick hands

So fishing one day off the shore for cod

The miller saw the smoke from abroad

As his mill went to ruins only he watched

When he rowed back naught was to spare

His kingdom had fallen from his taloned grasp

All he had to show for his work were his cod

 

Havia uma vez um moleiro

Quem passou seus dias que pescam para o bacalhau

Seu moinho era funcionou por aqueles que escolheu

Sob experiente a suas mãos rápidas

Assim pescando um dia livre a costa para o bacalhau o moleiro viu o fumo de no exterior

Enquanto seu moinho foi às ruínas somente prestou atenção a quando enfileirou para trás nada devia poupar

Seu reino tinha caído de seu aperto taloned todo que teve que mostrar para seu trabalho era seu bacalhau

 

Avait une fois un meunier

Qui a passé leurs jours qui pêchent pour la morue

Leur moulin sont fonctionnent par lequel a choisi

Sous expérimenté leurs mains rapides

Ainsi en pêchant un jour ait exempté la côte pour la morue le meunier voit la fumée de à de extérieur

Tant que son moulin a été aux ruines a seulement prêté attention quand il a enfilé en arrière rien ne devait pas ne pas épargner

Son royaume n'était pas tombé de sa compression taloned tout qu'il a eu que montrera pour son travail ère sa morue

 

A miller had once

Who spent their days which fish for cod

Their mill are function by which chose

Under tried out their fast hands

Ainsi by fishing one day exempted

to the coast for cod the miller

sees the smoke of at outside

As long as its mill was with the ruins

paid only attention when it threaded

anything behind was not to save

His kingdom n' from its compression

taloned all had not fallen qu' he had

which for its work era its cod will show

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lol ryan that is nt fckin short

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Fate

 

Strange the twists that fate can bring

Turning and twisting a stable thing

Some for good and some for naught

The memories there are never forgot

Life goes on and all becomes sound

Til fate conspires to turn things around

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The Broad Range Of Emotions

 

A robot with feelings

A human with none

Insides are seething

Strife and lifes fun

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