Best Stright Poems

When we were lost,
    How did we feel,
    Before we came to the cross
    Is God...

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Paint Me Ablaze


paint me ablaze 
like Rome 
start from the head eyeballs mouth nose 
castle 
hills via neck 

harnessed 
dusty roads 
long hands fingers of...

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I'm just an old cowboy Christmas toy
One that's not feeling all that fine
That's because all I want for Christmas is to be a kids toy
One...

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Truth or Dare?
The feeling comes within my heart,
Don't know why its so stright up,
High above I can touch my feeling,
Look stright at it and know...

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COOKIES, MILK, MONKEY BARS AND GUNS

WE HELPED LAY THE FOUNDATION FOR THEIR FACTORIES
THE FOUGHT WITH ENMITY AGAINST THEIR ENEMIES
WE RODE RAILS TO ANOTHER PRISTINE CITY...

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How many masks we wear a day?
The Happy mask, when on our way.
The Smiling, saying - "How are you".
Not even asking, so, it's not true.
.
When...

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Trash, Smashed paper on the street That means nothing to the world old woren out objects
that set on the floor and rot on the spot...

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I FALL TO MY KNEES ASKING PAPA DIOS TO KEEP MI FAMILIA SAFE FROM 
THE FAKE SMILES THAT GO CON LA BRISA ITS NOT EASY...

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The rain keeps pouring down on me puddles of water start to suround me.
left right up down no matter where I was looking its falling...

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... we are building that famous tower
are we going to use different languages?
and so all our efforts would fall?
or, are we going to create the...

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YOUR ON MY MIND ,
I CANT STOP 

YOUR ON MY MIND ,
SO I CRY ALOT 

YOUR ON MY MIIND ,
WOUNDERING IF YOUR OK 

YOUR ON...

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a pen to a page with stories to tell
if words could paint a picture what object would that picture sell
 
a scribble a scratch a...

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I've always wanted to tell you.
I love you without knowing why or from where.
I love you stright forwardly without
reason or pride.
I love you because I...

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Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history

for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes...

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~Theres Some Hope Left~

I stare at this Empty Chair,
And try to look my best,
Imaging he is there,
Looking stright back,
But all this is not real,
None of...

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