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YAY!

Watch out for my next singles, "Happy Crunchy Monsters!" and "I Wanna Be A Truck Driver When I Grow Up!"

 

They're about depression!!! \m/

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YAY!

Watch out for my next singles, "Happy Crunchy Monsters!" and "I Wanna Be A Truck Driver When I Grow Up!"

 

They're about depression!!! \m/

 

w00t!

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I

I am

I am not

I am not your

I am not your dream

I am not your dream anymore

I am not your dream anymore since

I am not your dream anymore since you

I am not your dream anymore since you are

I am not your dream anymore since you are not

I am not your dream anymore since you are not my

I am not your dream anymore since you are not my pillow

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The bird that travels oh so free, wants to be with a turtle like me.

This bird has a mind oh so sweet, but wants to spoil it, with a turtle like me.

This bird has wings as long as you can see, but wants to cut them off to be with a turtle like me.

This bird can live high in a tree, but wants to come down to stay with a turtle like me.

This bird can fly so far away, but for some reason, it decides to stay

 

With a turtle like me.

 

I know nothing about poetry, it was just a freestyle moment. :rolleyes:

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life has to be a bottle of cola,

shake it up and throw it against a wall

it has to be so much more interesting

then imbibing it sip by sip

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I can't take this shit much more

The pain is stuffing up my life

But due to my recent actions

I've landed my self in strife

 

rather emo don't you think

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Pages, look, and books behold!

I stay sleek while you grow old!

Paint me yellow so I can feel,

Your humiliating peel.

Bright I am, though I think,

I should be true, and respect your ink.

Without the spine of my good chums,

Where would all my knowledge come?

 

We're different yet we stay at one,

We pull their faces, faces come!

Same as they read, they lean and lean,

They push toward the computer screen.

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Endless.

 

The horizon,

the stars,

the tunnels,

the cars.

 

The stairs,

the land,

the ground,

and the sand.

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Time,

Stretches

Hours of you lost.

Memories,

Blurring at the edges.

 

Time,

Stretches

As I wait

For our next meeting.

For now,

I take in the lies

And know that you miss me.

 

Time,

Stretches

As I allow it to fall

As sand, through

My parted fingertips,

Seperated from the buried seed

Of love.

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This is a poem about my exam,

It may as well just be spam,

It was really long and really boring,

It almost ended with me snoring.

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Her hair hardly ever blows.

Eyes always open half.

She gazes forward, solely forward.

 

The grey pavement she walks on

Never makes a sound.

Masked by all the other noises.

 

Please, monotony, please.

Carry yourself away.

Go and plague some other dreamer.

 

So her hair will break loose.

I'll startle her.

And she'll look at me and speak.

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The jarred glimpses of collective fragments

Splintered into a convulted view

Memories shattered and twisted into

A future brought about to forget you

 

Deriving the language from hurt and pain

And the crimson lines decorated onto

The life meant to be bitterly slain

Imagery that balances too soon

 

Prodded into fissured gloom

Shoveled through the ashes of sorrow

I'm crying now to get rid of

The thought of a better tomorrow

 

Lower my values onto the stretcher

I promised that I'd be yours forever

Making the right choice? It's now or never

The thought of happiness I can't remember

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Off the top of my head right now!:

 

synchronized souls separated into groups

i, for one, am not looked upon

my true identity has been dissolved

in the spring sparkling light, of one famous love.

i know it dosen't rhyymhyme

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And so the heart was broken

No longer fixed and focused

But spread and fragmented

No longer devoted

Pick up the splinters from the dust

Hand them out, never ask hem back.

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You told me I was dying,

My eighteen years burning out

Quicker than you can remember.

I had passed over a ledge

And was merely waiting

For the crashing end.

 

Routing back to my conciousness

You crafted a ledge

Mapped by caresses and compliments,

Dinners and first times.

I keep blinking it away,

Pretending such a ledge

Doesn't exist,

Cannot exist.

 

In my denial, I remember

It was I who took the first steps

Now you merely grip my hand

In our creation.

 

I know soon

My waist will turn

And I will fall.

It will be beautiful.

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Softly comes whispering footsteps,

They come with mystery and intent,

You gaze, your room, so tidily kept,

With things, so clean, not a bit bent.

 

Walk to the window, come closer,

Look outside to a world of wonder,

Out of cafes, come the smokers,

You gaze outside, begin to ponder.

 

This world, so dark, so cold, so cruel,

Factories harming peoples' lungs,

Do you remember days by the pool?

In the countryside you were so young.

 

But now the world is old and tired,

Materials used, not replaced,

You look and think, the world has expired,

People around, sick and redfaced.

 

What will become of us?

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A Prima is a juicy fun,

Always there after the run,

Never it seems to get off it's butt,

But still it is awesome as a mutt.

 

:wtf: did I just write?

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Romance is boring, apparently.

Why then is it killing me?

Yeats is quick to bore me

As he yearns for old MG.

On the net there's stories,

So paper thin they're not on paper.

Handsome people come along,

And bite the end of your wafer.

Story lovers only quarrel,

When Cupid fires an arrow.

When reading eyes fall on a kiss,

We skip a page for battlemage.

Romance is boring, so they say.

So why doesn't she just go away?

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Everything's turning into shit

Shit is turning into everything

So why is everything shit?

Because shit is turning into everything

 

:happy:

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Guest Crayola

I'm a mongrel, I'm a haflwit just like everyone I know

In my lungs the Carribean, in my voice the rain and snow

In my heart my aba matré, in my body alus gro

'Cus I'm a mongrel, I'm a haflwit just like everyone I know

 

From the Coast of Matta Cairo to the Coast of Aberdeen

From the boiling sands of Tsulia to the frozen River Dean

All your borders and your colours do not mean a thing to me

I'm a mongrel, I'm a haflwit just like everyone I see

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Everything's turning into shit

Shit is turning into everything

So why is everything shit?

Because shit is turning into everything

 

:happy:

 

That made me lol!

Another future Slipknot lyricist.

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That made me lol!

Another future Slipknot lyricist.

 

I hate Slipknot's lyrics

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Guest Ullalume

That sounds like some cheesy song Valentin..But it is quite good!

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