when sweet and sour mixed
the boot full of july rain -
season's dole a fack
a good day for ducks
rippling rings in the puddle -
water lily balm
enters the gray zone
a temporary cloudburst -
the guardians guard
drifting down the stream
thunder rise and suther round -
plaintive evening song
Push the ed
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Some Times are outback for a smoke
Others drink to croak
My ex has quizzed an it
Be Aut is full of himself
For flirts with got
Sup never found its port
Otherwise is causing an argument
f jumped think he got it right
Never ferred once to do it again
Dis just tracks you
Watt ewe scene ewe saw
The inventor of AutoCorrect is a stupid mass hole
He can fack right off as for as I'm confirmed the tilly troll
Hey hang on there friend
Need him to correct our pen
Else we'll go down in history as a genelation of imbesouls
The inventor of AutoCorrect is a stupid mass hole
He can fack right off as for as I'm confirmed the tilly troll
Hey hang on there friend
Need him to correct our pen
Else we'll go down in history as a genelation of imbesouls
The inventor of AutoCorrect is a stupid mass hole
He can fack right off as for as I'm confirmed the tilly troll
Hey hang on there friend
Need him to correct our pen
Else we'll go down in history as a genelation of imbesouls
Actually,
as a matter of fact.
I am not a poet.
I promise you that.
So then you ask, why are you here,
Where rhyming and rhythming people are near?
And then I will answer, to your nosing mouth.
That poetry's art, that's what I'm about.
I like craftily putting big words together,
and making bad emotions seem better.
Enjoyment is mine, when I see I have written,
something where my ambition is hidden.
Well crap, I really just wanted to say that.
I'm gonna go buff my cat.
And burn my hat.
And hit my shiny cat into my flaming hat...with a bat.
I bet that cat is fat.
He did bad things with rats.
I hid his ashes under the mat.
Then I pulled down my pants and shat....on the mat...on my shiny cat in the
flaming hat.
Don't care anymore
people may think i do it for attention
but its rare that i break
but all this stress;
i dont know how much more i can take
dont look at me and see weakness
trust me,i know im not that strong
i put up an image
but you were the fool who believed it all along
im left with the broken pieces
of my bloody and shattered heart
these are the same pieces
that have been ripping me apart
im sorry im not perfect
and no i'll never be
but im not trying to impress you
i dont mind being me
so when i break down
its not for your pity
thats just a reminder to myself
of how life became so shi
theshat has scarred me
so
facking deep
and still a year later
all these secrets i must keep
from everyone around me
god knows what they would think
something kept me together
you're the missing link
i cant go back
to that moment in time
when you werent a part of me
when you werent on my mind
im sorry for being a failure
i guess i just give up
and even though im hurting
i make it seem like i dont give a fack
Friends are hard to find no matter were u r at. Friends r no easy to come bye.
friends have to be people that u trust and care about. friends r not supost to be
fack. tThey r supost to be there for u and u r fupost to be there for them. Friends r
friends no matter how big or smale. The care and alwas will.
tiffany l gigee
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