I'm working on a second part to "Born a Saint" which is somewhere in my list of Opuss's. I wrote that piece about a year ago, and never thought to go back to it until now. I've gone back to reread it, and i'm still resisting the urge to shoot myself.
The grammar!! They typos!!! It's almost embarrassing to read, i'm going to have to re-write it before I can continue working on the next part.
Bang. Bang. Gone...to grammar heaven.
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The children of darkness...what messes we make.
Never thought it possible, but here I stand, at the brink of the world, staring out at nothingness. The things I've done, the things I dreamed and wished, are but a thing from the past.
No likes. C'mon guys... It boosts my confidence :).
People killing. People dying. People hurt and ill and dying. Can't you practice what you preach. And not turn the other cheek.
I want to see a ghost someday. Or an alien. Even a leprachaun will do. Anything to reassure me that there is something else and that when we die it isnt the end.
I thought I had it planned. Big things and small. I had whises , I had goals. Suddenly You turned it up side Down . It took a LOT of time to recover. I had to search My soul , find the spirit within.
Next to my school. Is a field full of sheep. And every single day. Every single one loudly bleeps. They look like little clouds. With little stubby legs. But since the farmer never cleans them.
EVERYONE GET ๎ฒNGRY BIRDS NOW!ยก!ยก!ยก!ยก!ยก!ยก!๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎.
I had such an amazing idea for an opuss poem. Then all of a sudden I grab my phone, log in and BAM. it's gone!!. :(.
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