Best Predict Poems

There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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In you alone my mind is rest
For from only you I seek comfort
In my back and front
You're the ultimate strength
And within my voicing
And all my...

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Life is a

free fall feeling

face first

into the wind.

You can't predict its

direction

or speed,

so, don't try.

Enjoy

the weightless 

sensation

of flight as you fall.

Knowing that someday your 

flame...

will simply...

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lasting... 
all through your life, dear child, 
the following crucial life lessons... 

let go of the things 
you cannot change; 
all things beyond your control.
the...

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"All we have to decide is what to do with 
            the time that...

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          REVENGE

          Avenge !
   ...

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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to...

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i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer

the world is a top
i spin...

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Rock :) paper (: scissors

I got a rock in my hand.
Holding it as tight as I can!
No I won't let this go!
This is 3 wins...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning...

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That tragic day the school bells tolled
in April nineteen ninety-nine:
the massacre at Columbine,
the rage of Harris and Klebold.

Some say that Harris was a cold
and grandiose...

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My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
She would spend all day mixing 
   ...

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THE SEA
=======

I stood at the shore and tried to see the end,
I knew it was of no use and no one ever saw it,
Like the...

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But only elegant people can have beauty in their eyes
Only great people can compliment another
And bad ones see...

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