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posted by Cinders
 Larry the тыква
Larry the Pumpkin
The тыква Poem
I shall call it the тыква Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Остаться в живых the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on Болталка thoughts I'd have at one point или another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to Ты the Unfinished...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Another DE song :) This time from Damon's point of view.

This is quite extraordinary
Never thought this could happen to me
Not after what happened last time
I gave my сердце and Остаться в живых my mind
This could be the new beginning
Of a story with a happy ending
Will Ты not mess with my head
I don’t want to regret falling in Любовь again

So, won’t Ты stay
To brighten up my day

‘Cause Ты lift me up to another dimension
When you’re around it’s heating the passion
You make me want to change
And all I want to do is make Ты happy
‘Cause you’re bringing out the best of me
For Ты I’ll try to change


This...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Four months gone, but still so vivid
Feels as though I actually lived it
Can’t get it out of my mind
Though God knows I’ve tried
Save my poor soul
You slip back into my head at any unguarded moment
For Ты to come back is all I ever wanted
I long to be Далее to you
But that won’t do me no good
Save my poor soul

And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through

Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
Show me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light find my way back home
And save my...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Out of your mind
You wave with your scepter
Completely blind
‘Cause Ты think you’re so much better
You say we should fall off our high horses
But when I do I’ll take Ты down with me

Started the feud
But Ты still play innocent
Your bitchy attitude
Is not gonna get Ты any credit
You say you’re the one being picked on
But you’re not getting any sympathy

If manipulation was a crime
You’d be sentenced for a lifetime
I’d make sure Ты wouldn’t make it through the day
If hypocrisy was an award
You could use it as a substitute heart
But know Ты won’t always get your way


You’re making it hard...
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posted by HaleyDewit
When Ты bleed Ты can start dying
You can finally stop denying
There's no reason for Ты to keep on trying
Just admit that you've been lying
You better find a place to play hide and seek
'Cause the things I'll do will make Ты weak
Remember all the things that Ты have said
'Cause I can't get the revenge out of my head
Soon you'll be dead

One день I'm coming back
I'm getting ready for the attack
I'll fight Ты like before
You won't hurt me anymore
You better start to run and find a place
'Cause a lying сука like Ты has no saving grace
Remember all the things that Ты have done
'Cause my revenge will give...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Ты use the word slut when Ты don’t know what it means
Maybe Ты should ask your mom when she drops down to her knees
And maybe I’m a bitch, but at least I’m one with style
I don’t need to pick a fight, unlike link
You write everything in Трофеи and Ты can scarcely spell your name
You hurt the ones I Любовь and for that I’ll make Ты pay
And Ты can ignore this, Ты can keep going on
But don’t start crying when Ты end up all alone

You can laugh this off
You can call my bluff
But it’s one for all and all for one
You can throw with rocks, Ты can try to play dirty
But if Ты get to my friends,...
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posted by Booyahboy
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes



Skeletal Kiss

Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.

Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired by sightless eye.
Words tainted, by the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.

Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.

Любовь comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.




Ok, be honest, What do Ты guys think?
posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, Ты know, money can't buy happiness and if Ты try to buy it your being ripped off... или something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do Ты think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry Главная and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P



At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
posted by starwarsfangirl
Hugging myself, I gaze out over the Холодное сердце wasteland. Winds whistles over the blinding white of snow as it carries new flakes down to the Холодное сердце desert of the earth. I can barely open my eye due to the extreme chilling rushing over my bones. Ты have trapped me here, in this twisted version of hell. The wind picks up, and sends me tumbling down a mountain of snow, which had not been there a секунда ago. This place is a death trap.
I reach out to you, but Ты turn and walk away, abandoning me. Your сердце is cold. I want to help you, to heal Ты of your wounds, but Ты decline. Ты are dying...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know Ты can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive


Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if Ты could read my mind...
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posted by blisslikethis
so, here are a couple еще old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the секунда was a creative Письмо assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing Ты a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in радуга rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...
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posted by suzyisbrute
My relationship with Ты resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what Ты will do and should never get Остаться в живых in distraction. Something about the game of chess is Ты must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. Ты should never make a Переместить based on predictions, based on what Переместить Ты opponent will make, otherwise in the end when Ты must revert to your own strategy Ты will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what Переместить Ты will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? или are they based on how pretty my...
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"when ever I try 2 forget u. U Never let me Happen 2 forget U ! I dont know why U always do - Let me always Remind U !" I Remember, U make me SMILE when ever I m CRY. I Remember, U make me CRAZY when ever new think's I TRY!" I see ur smile in my MIRROR. I listen ur words in my EAR. Please just leave me alone for FOREVER !" U just think about Ur self , Ur life ! U just think about ur work, Ur Pride ! What about me I m Nowhere & u also just dont CARE !! " I still Remember that день when U say " I have to go !" I say " Please dont go , I Need U !" & u say "My country Need me еще than...
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posted by babyjay
true Друзья are hard to come by...
yet when Ты catch them Ты feel like Ты can fly...
Ты trust them,
Любовь them,
and talk of future...
Ты know that they will never lie...
and Далее to them Ты stand side by side...
Ты Любовь them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Ты know your important...
that Ты know Ты have some one to comfort you...
Ты hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Друзья are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
Sophia was not like ordinary children. She did not run as fast, nor dress the same, или even live in the same kind of house. In fact, Sophia was never a child inside from the age of five. On the eve of her fifth birthday, she had gone to bed, as weary and happy as ever, but, unlike most children of age five, she did not have peaceful dreams of Бабочки and Феи all in a meadow together. In truth, she had a terrible nightmare, one that should not come to children of that age.
She dreamt of a bus, not a school bus, или one that people use to get off and on again and again, but a black, shiny...
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posted by edward-lover456
shadows in the night
every one keeps telling me i'll be alright
I tell myself i'll never be the same
as long as i know his name
he made me fall in love
we never have to fight
he makes me fell alright
he is a голубь the sign of love
to feel the love
it fits like a перчатка, перчатки
Любовь send from above
shadows in the night
we never fight
people tell me i'll be alright
i no i won't untell he comes back to me
that will set me free
we can be
the showdows in the night
he came back to me
posted by Lila856
(k so this is a story my friend emailed me!! CAUTION: SOME MAY FIND IT OFFENSIVE)

I had been with my girlfriend for a year, but when I left my job at the bank, we broke up. I was okay with that, we had never connected, или maybe just never had the time to as my job was 12 hours a day.

After leaving my old life - my job, girlfriend and Главная in Los Angeles, I moved to a smaller town in California.

I struggled to carry all my luggage into the building my apartment was in, after getting out of the cab. When I stepped into the elevator, I saw her. I saw her like the men in the Фильмы see the women...
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posted by bratski2192
I Опубликовано this on Facebook a few hours ago. It's a tribute to my grandfather, Paul, who died last год & his birthday would be today (6/30).

Ты are the best person ever
One день we all will once again be together.

Ты are so silly & one of a kind
If anyone didn't Любовь you, they'd have to be blind.

Your one-liners are still carried on
They're so funny, & I know you're not gone.

So, Grandpa: Happy 71st birthday
You're in our hearts, not far away.

NOTE: I Любовь you, Grandpa. R.I.P. <3
-Donna Lee
posted by HaleyDewit
I can’t get no reach of you
You want me with you
Then Ты push me away
And I can’t get no clear view
From these bloodshot windows
In your eyes

I’m torn left and right
You can’t seem to make up your mind
When will Ты drop your disguise
And Показать me your inner side

I can hear what Ты say
But it doesn’t make any sense
When Ты say Ты Любовь me
Then глотать, ласточка the words back in
I’m tired of this game
Will Ты just pick a side
If Ты don’t wanna lose me
Make up your mind


You treat me like a queen
Then Ты look at me
Like I’m dirt on your shoes
And Ты say the sweetest things
Then Ты talk to me
Like I’m...
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