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Just when things start to look up, something happened and we just get stuck. You make me rage, can't understand, why I have been dealt this hand.
You can assume all you like, Doesn't mean you are right..
Hey, you, don't you dare, That's just not fair, Don't forget about me, I know you, you see, It'll all a trick, Just some old magic, There you are, you lurk, You think I can't see you smirk.
O hipster my friend, O hipster you fool, You drink tea not coffee, Wow, you're so cool. O hipster my friend, O hipster you twit, Your jeans are too tight, Why do you think you're 'it'.
You may feel as though it's over, You may feel like giving up, You may just feel like crying, Though you feel that's not enough.
Octopuss, oh Octopuss, Can you climb up to Olympus. Come, let's go hand in hand, Don't turn away your head. I've never met you in real life, But you're a good friend online.
This poem was based on my post appocalyptic rp. The city in 4000 years... Im in the city at the crack of dawn, Lurking in shadows is Satan's Spawn.
I feel so lonely, bring on tomorrow, I bring the show on, I'll show you where I'm from, none of you know me, so no judging please.
I walk real slow and I keep a steady pace. I’ll get there in the end as this life is not a race. What’s the point in rushing when you gotta be no place.
I open my eyes and what do I see. the beautiful sky right above me, as pale as your skin, and as far as you are. I hold out my hand and what do I touch. The cold soft snow, melting in my clutch.
Euphoric waves of anger. Crash onto distant shore. Thunderous emotions. An empty symphonic heartbeat. Chorus returning unloved. Verse abandoned onto the wind. Scattered words set adrift.
Distant tears remind me of a life that we once shared. Memories of golden days of moments when I cared. Endless days of tears you cried, flooded like the rain.
Just what exactly do you expect from me.
Softenened focus, the points are blank. The causal of death sunk deep in flank. Hands this slow they move the best, As the soft of green, lay the animal's rest.
I am bright and fun, And I love to run. I am sweet and kind, But I don't mind. I am me, I am whoever I want to be!.
My eyelids close when they should be opening, My quilt is really warm, I hate it when I leave my bed: Mornings leave me torn..
Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever.
All the other girls, Spend hours on their curls, Talking about guys, Spreading twisted lies. And all the other boys, Treat the girls like toys, Expected to be a tool, Because its seen as cool.
Why are your fingers so smelly, Wasn't your bath in time ready. Or your soap just felt down, Maybe no shops open in town. Oh why, oh why, Smellyfingers, Typing poems with smelly fingers.
Blood is red, The veins are blue, The cuts and scars they bleed all through The blade in my hand agaist my skin, The more i cut the less i feel sin.
Within each and every one of us all, exists all the splendours of life. Or so I'm told by psychiatrist, scientist, and the man behind the bar.
Whenever a day ends. The night will settle in. Remember to keep the tears away. And hold up your chin. Cause there was once this girl. Who only let time pass by. Now nobody can hear.
In the morning our eyes first met, In the evening we could not forget. In the morning our bond grew strong, In the evening it wouldn't be long.
Poxy fucking boots are really mashing up my feet. All my steps half measures as I hobble down the street. Got to get to work but I just want to take a seat.