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Hurry you up, hurry you up, hurry you up. No call for that. How much is that John. I've no stockings on. Take them wee shoes off Mammy. Run on, run on, run on, run on. Gimme them. Where’s the...
My name is gaz. Fresh and clean like daz. Demanding respect. With wit and intellect. People stop and look. Cause I'm reading my book. On 17th century poetry. In motion under my oak tree.
Have you ever twirled around till you get dizzy. Trying to escape daily life and it's busy. The sky a blue blur that stretches vast. Fall down at last on the damp grass.
Great You're here again Like a big ball of pain Winging Stingy You just drive me insane Grazing Lazing Like this place is your own personal game Well it's not Wish I could get you out What...
I wrote something. Yay. Or no yay. What you say little brother. Too bad the write of free could be over--unless it rests in my case. "lulz" was a rather decent reply if slang was deeply concerned.
I say hi. Omg, it's a plane. We are gonna die. Noooooo. Hey, I got it. *jumps into portal* Where am I. 0_o. Oh I know. It's the locker room. Wait, I don't have a locker room...darn you.
One day I was walking home And what do ya know. I decided to write this poem. A little sheep crossed the street Followed by the stalker, Little Bo Peep.
Now milk tasted bitter, far more sweeter was the blood. And he thought it was a Shitter, co's he thought of all, that Milk was good. Never mind, he thought to himself. I'm off out tomorrow night.
Pretty funny lol 16+ tho lol. Who would have thought it after all the sadness saw fit what would make me laugh the hardest would be a piece of shit.
Dreamer he invades. Reality soon fades. Flavoured fragrance of. Yesterday. Entwined with flowers of. Tomorrow. Sun kissed fountains. Dances with your mystery. Spreads colour across.
Paint a picture for me Of what I want to see So many thing that can be Pose for me Picture for me Show me what you can do for me Scars maybe just give me the stars Or the perfect smile or give me...
Tap tap tap tap Boredom spilling From the top of my pen Spreading, filling The room with its incessant Tap tap tap Get stares from the next table Tap tap tap Glares from the next table But there's...
Sometimes I can see it, crystal clear: My thoughts. Running about my head. Neon blue, ultra violet. ... Perhaps velvet to the touch. Snapshots of memories, hung up like photographs in a darkroom.
There was a time when we were distant you and I, There was a time I was resistant and you were persistent in seeing you and I. Now that you and I met, you didn't like I and neither did I.
Some days are days full of sharp edges and sudden dips, interrupted flow and disjointed thoughts.
Oh cocktails How I love you so Fizz pop Pleasuring my taste buds Fruity goodness Sweet and delightful Could drink you all night Oh cocktails How I love you so Pineapple plantation Your rum...
I walk out across the sand, Waiting for you to take my hand, Listening to the sounds of love's true spear, When in fact it's only over hear.
Morning all. Was up all last night, most of it spent contemplating my navel and not drinking whiskey. Nevermind.
I won't. Quit really. Understood. Why. It's happened. Hear. I can't. Move now. Paranoid breathing. Not too easy. I think. I'm a bit paralysed. It's just so so. Really. Dark sounds. Like my heart.
Morning Glorious Night Had it Must kick the habit Maybe Curved round Head blown Multiplied Divided by 1 Entwined Arrived Together Alone Mind you Imagine Real Fake Long days Pictures Too many...
You know who you are. And overall what I'm trying to say is that I hate you. I hate that you always come back and you stay and then you leave after nothing is going on in my life.
Ever noticed that the word bed is shaped like a bed. Bed has a nice comfortable headboard. bed is more of a regular wooden or metal structure. BED is a divan. I'm sorry...
Does anybody actually like think about the world and everything like how things are just accepted or how we could be a person but not like 'be'.
There are more people in this city than yesterday or the day before for that matter Summer's finally here for a final five minutes of silence sweating like a confused android dusty and romantic as...