Poems
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Thread Topic: Poems
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ok i'll come bye Slim
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he can go there 2
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lol thanks for the invite but i gtg see yall's :))
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bye
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I love to write myself, I like to write stories and novels more than poetry, though.
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right, lol it's like your just creating a world out of thin air and molding it to your will
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You want me to come over I got an excuse
Might be holding your hand but im holding it loose.
Go to talk then we choke its like our necks in a noose.
Avoid the obvious we should be facing the truth.
Start to think it could be fizzling out
Kinda shocked because I never really had any doubts.
Look into your eyes imagine life with out you.
And the love kick starts again.
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that waz good Bambi! C:
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Great poem, I liked it.
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ooh, very cool :D
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LoL thanks.
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes
Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...
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I liked it! You're really great.
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Ta very much
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the hours devour me,
my lifes wasting,
waiting here for you,
theres nothing left of me,
take my void out of sync,
nothing left to believe,
the end is now,
and i surrender,
the war is over,
the rain has fallen,
and all thats left has blown away,
your eyes are haunted,
from what you wanted,
and i surrender,
the war is over.
i wouldve wrote my own but i couldent find my journal were i write my songs. -
lol, whatever punk still pretty good
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