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What would it be like if you lived in paradise, what would it like if you didn’t have to work for the rest of your life? What would it be like if you could travel the world on a speed boat and have breakfast in a luxury car between the stars? The moon would watch over you and the sun would adore you and clouds would protect you.
What would it be like if you walk in the street and greet all the people that you meet, you will tell them a story of how mankind came from glory and how the chipmunk sleep for fifteen hours in the deep and comes out on groundhogs' day to say that Spring is on the way when winter has just begun.
What would it be like if you had another shot at life and get the chance to write the music of your dreams that keeps bubbling up in the stream. Your lyrics would be true and your ex would come back to haunt you and when you go on stage the crowd would adore you. All the people would follow behind you and every town you go the multitude would go with you.
What would it be like if you go to London to see the show and you met King Charles the 3rd at the Wembley stadium door, you will tell him to bring out all the people from the commonwealth and pack the stadium with a solidarity event.
Music is the life of the town, and it will lift mankind sorrows when the temperature falls down, you would tell him to restore Prince Harry to the throne and cover Megan myrtle with a diamond crown; the meeting must be brief, and you must have food galore in street.
The bars and the pubs will be open, and the beauty queens will come riding through the clouds with golden horses and splendid robes. I can see it in living colors, and I wish I could bring it to life’ once in a lifetime this moment is awarded to mankind, and they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.
I have sat down for a very long time to record this magnificent sound. It is the song that I will sing when my dream invites me to come in; the circle will celebrate, and the square will vibrate, and we will read the odyssey and travel through history.
What would it be like if you board the next flight and meet the owl in the middle of the night? There is so much to say, I have to leave the rest for the next day. Destiny is inviting you to join it for supper, what would it be like if you come today, don't delay.
Sitting with my pad, trying to think of a rhyme that hasn't been used
I spill my heart out on every poem, look at all the honesty I include
I make the page bleed and leave the pen abused
Show the world I'm damaged and broken aswell as sick and twisted
I'll always use my own words, I refuse to participate if it's scripted
I'd rather the naked truth than a dressed lie
Haven't wanted to open my eyes since we lost left eye
I wish I could live my life with more laughs and less cries
But depression married me, and anxiety told me I'm her best guy
It seems like this bond is forever and contractual
My bipolar scares people, because sometimes I act irrational
I'm tired of people speaking on mental health like its factual
When they know nothing about it, so they say "Get over it" these comments are laughable
Except I don't have the strength to leave bed, never mind laugh
Most girls think I've just used them as a time pass
Truth be told, I was that insecure and have always felt like I'm not good enough
Hiding my face from the world with my hood up
I rarely go out, I lock myself away in the house
I put everything on paper that I'm scared to say with my mouth
I feel like telling this girl Megan how I feel, but I won't
I've had my fair share of girls, but this feels different
My heart is telling me to tell her, But anxiety and depression are screaming don't
When we go a day without speaking, it feels like something is missing
We haven't even kissed, never mind had sex
But I genuinely don't think I've felt like this yet
I'll write it on this page so she can't see
I'll keep it a secret from her and tell myself some things just aren't meant to be
I've hid from my feelings for so long, we're almost strangers
I build the strongest and biggest walls anytime my heart is in danger
People can only get so close and no further
I'm not sure if the love in my heart died of natural causes, or if it was murdered
Either way it's dead and I can't see it coming back to life
People judge my shortcomings, but if they walked in my shoes they wouldn't last two nights
I write on my pad because it's my shrink
This is what happens when you combine Vodka thoughts and ink
Mama's here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you,
She loves you a lot.
Mama's always by your side,
Even when she can't talk.
When you're at your best.
And even when you're at your worst.
Kai loves you.
Mama loves you.
Nothing could be more true,
Than the words I speak when I'm with you.
I want to be there for you.
I want to lift you up.
Someday, we'll meet.
Someday, I will.
I'll press butterfly kisses all over your face.
I'll sqwoosh your cheeks and hug you close.
I'll cuddle with you all the time.
I'll never ever leave your side.
One day, we'll meet.
Then, you'll see.
Mama's here. Mama's with you.
She'll never ever leave.
When Tigger can't bounce,
And Pooh hates honey.
When Peter Pan can't fly,
And Mater isn't funny.
That's when I'll stop loving you,
That's when I'll move on.
When Patton can't smile,
And Roman drops his sword and runs.
When Logan can't find a solution,
And doesn't even try.
When Virgil gives up on the others,
And becomes the bad guy.
That's when I'll leave you.
When the world ends.
Only then,
Will I not be your friend.
I may not be good at everything,
Or even good for you.
But I swear on my life,
I could never stop loving you.
Not you.
Not Alex.
Not Al or Kat.
Not Kayden.
Not Katie.
Not Rory or Batts.
Not Megan.
Not Joan.
Not Cassie or Jen.
Not Marie.
Not Zoe.
Not Olivia or Em.
Not Emma.
Not Beet.
Not Caelum or Kali.
Not Cas.
Mot Gabby.
Not Serena or Bailey.
Not Xavier.
Not Rihanna.
Not Natasha or Mac.
Not even Malaya.
Not even Sonnae.
Not even if there isn't a person that loves me back.
I could never stop loving,
All the people in my life.
Past or present,
Even if they weren't nice.
Mama always loves you.
She'll never move on.
Mama won't ever stop loving,
Even if everyone else is gone.
Mama loves you.
Your highs and your lows.
Kai loves you.
They'll protect you from all your foes.
Mama's always here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you.
She loves you a lot.
Once upon a time my eye fell on some videos and pictures,
On the Net I saw a lovely, such a young and beauteous creature...
But, of course, it's not her stature, and it's not her noble features
That gave me an inspiration 'cause I know she's like a preacher,
She is an enlightener who can change the world;
She is even cleverer than someone who's old;
She's worth lots of gratitude 'cause her heart's not cold;
She's a blessing, she's a present that is brought by God!
Now I'd like to say some phrases that are coming from my soul:
Cassidy, I know that you play a considerable role!
I hope now your mood is festive and your pains have flown away
'Cause today you're celebrating something special - Purple Day!
Something special is for people who can often be oppressed,
Something special is for people who can often feel depressed...
You have made it, wondrous darling, for those people who are sad;
They are gloomy, full of sorrow 'cause they are thought to be mad...
It's unfair... You understood it when you were a little child.
You've been brave enough to struggle! Yes, someone is still so wild...
But your wisdom and your mercy - all this cannot become less!
That is why you are successful, and you'll always have success!
I believe that you'll be even more successful than before!
And I wish you not to tremble (in all senses) any more!
You're an angel of your country, you deserve to have the best
That your destiny can give you! Verse is coming from my breast!
You were born to bring the justice, and my words - to gladden you!
I believe they will be healers for your soul if you feel blue.
I believe they'll make you happy, and I know it will be fair
'Cause when YOURS appear in my mind, I feel pleasure in the air!
I looked forward to the moment when I could congratulate
My inspirer. Now it has come! It is such a special date!
It's the twenty-sixth of March, so it's high time for me to say:
"Cassidy, the hero of the nation, happy Purple Day!"
I hope one day I have you next to me with pictures of our kids on our night stand
I've made mistakes in love in the past, I've not always been the right man
Maybe right now isn't the right time, But I hope you make it in my life plans
I love you and that's why I need you to be more than a one night stand
I could come up with a cheesy line like how I want to make your clothes disappear like magic
But the truth is, I have feelings for you beyond just finding you attractive
I'll usually share anything, So I apologise if this sounds selfish
But I want you to be mine forever and no one elses
Hope we end up together in a story but right now you're on a different page than me
Your ex beat and abused you, and you had cancer from the age of 3
Thankfully you beat it and left him, but I know you're still scared and insecure
I want to protect you from the world and take you to a level of happiness you've never been before
I want to kiss you slow and hold you tight while making you feel safe
We've both been dragged through hell, well now we should start to make heaven a real place
You're at work and university plus the distance between us will make it difficult
But good things come to those who are patient, so I will wait
I want to be the reason you're comfortable to wear your relax clothes and be the guy you put your sexiest underwear on for
I can't promise you the world, But I can guarantee that if you want them my Love, heart and time will be all yours
billions of girls in the world, But I only want you as my princess
Hoping one day Megan Louise Knowles I'm the one to see you in a wedding dress
I hope one day we're laying together in bed with pictures of our kids on the night stand
I've made mistakes in love in the past, but for you I want to be the right man
Right now we don't have much spare time, but I still hope you're the girl for my life plans
I love you and that's why I want you to be more than a one night stand
Things bloom more beautiful when breaking down.
The nave now ploughs through foams of flowering trees,
a frozen caravel. Kissed by the breeze,
the river surface suddenly seems to frown
exquisitely. The apse’s jaunty crown
of weeds above one (sightless) eye would please
romantic poets. What was once a friese
lies strewn about, a shaley shanty-town.
We love whatever withers, atrophies.
To see a calked construction founder, drown
beneath its own detritus, by degrees
slough off its shape and, sinking to its knees,
expire, is satisfying. Velvet gown?
We’d much prefer to see a soiled chemise.
A lake? A cloud? A mountain? Megan Fox?
If we acknowledge Beauty in these things,
what are we saying? As when Smokey sings,
or girls emerge in slinky summer frocks,
something’s taking place outside the box
of regularity, and sprouting wings.
How might we classify these happenings?
A rupture in the norm? The whole Baroque’s
built on this very point. If Beauty rocks,
what is the special quality it brings,
and why is it so pleasing? Beauty flings
a spanner in the works of Orthodox,
and laughs at Workaday. It mocks
our essence, lurks in quirks, and smirks at clocks.
“The Wordsworth ouevre is cretinous. Discuss.”
The Long, Laborious Quest, The Sparrow’s Nest,
The Noble Oak of Guernica, Addressed –
We can’t escape the feeling he’s a wuss.
His subjects are unconscionable, plus
the rhymes he uses are a facilefest.
If only he were even half in jest!
His humour’s unintentional, and thus
more entertaining than he could have guessed.
Yet something in his scribblings seems to wrest
significance from dross, analogous
to Newton’s differential calculus,
invented by the by, at whim’s behest.
When Wordsworth falls apart, he’s at his best.
We as British people are known around
the world for our own individual traits
Such as we are supposed to be and
thought of as polite
Love ever so saying and apologizing
for anything and everything even if it
isn't actually in fact out fault
People say we even love and don't
mind queuing
Our self deprecating sarcastic sense
of humor
The Crown a Royal wedding like when
Harry met Megan
But there are also a few other traits that
can be added to the list which aren't
that great , such as
How we love espousing our views and
values upon the world at large with such
overbearing righteousness and sincerity
Well that is all well and good if in fact
theoretically it actually worked in practice
and we had managed to solve our own
problems here closer at home first
No 1 has quite ever explained why we
can't don't or are unable to rather try fixing
our own 1st before we go in search of others
And I promise then I will start worrying about
the plight of the snow leopards of Afghanistan
homeless cat's 3rd world debt and adopting
a child or building a school in god knows where
When I have any spare change left after
tripping over and giving to the homeless
on my doorstep or soon to be able to afford
and provide either electricity or food for
my own family
Who made us the arbiter of the world
and best placed to right and solve
all of the world's problems and wrongs
Our day's of Empire are long gone we
are no longer technically a superpower
Maybe it's time to start concentrating on
matter's here closer to home
And try instilling and restoring a bit
or some sense of pride back in all
of our own
Because everyone would benefit from
that and wouldn't only be good but
Great for all of us who reside here in Britain
What's up miss popular? People know about your greed
Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak,"
The average joe, and those silly electronics"
Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek
So many countless hours cushioning in luxury
Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter
Feasting on periodic table and splitting bonding
Then misguided paparazzi ask what’s the matter?
Dr. Gluttony's remedy, a coke and Mentos
Pridefully smiling as other families shatter
Expecting everyone’s contributions to the plate
Because, you are the modern-day narcissistic (*sore)
The search engines have endless pages on the topic
Upon your illusion throne, craving and wanting more
Deep down in the shadows, harbors your anger and wrath
Enviously fishing for a fresh party's primate
Yep, Scarlett, Megan and Kelly all have perfect cups
But don’t worry, over time your bim-bims will deflate
Sorry, Brittany and Jen both have the perfect butt
Though your horoscope says, “glutes are going to inflate”
Ma'am Trash Troll, you have not the cash flow of Uncle Sam
What A disgusting branded pathetic child you are
Your future will be a shabby truck driver's pit stop
Slothfully dreaming of becoming a super star
*Word changed
Updated 5/14/219
-Urban Dictionary-
1.Click Itch - An everlasting feeling of need to start clicking, usually on social sites such as Facebook, Instagram, Google, Pinterest, etc.
2.Dotard - An aging individual who has long lost the ability to make rational sense.
3.Cushioning - A dating technique where along with your main piece you also have several 'cushions', other people you'll chat and flirt with to cushion the potential blow of your main break-up and not leave you alone.
Form:
We all have inner and outer lives.
They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more
than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon.
I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure
of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m,
in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy,
fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and
a happy, truthful mess (for what I may overshare).
My outer-life is largely academic, and turned with
complete absorption to task, I plow thru the
needed assignments, like a caffeine fueled machine,
You might rightly call outer-me boring. I get it, for
nothing much happens beyond study and life’s
usual maintenances.
But my inner-life is full of action, if desires,
dreams, and internally ranting against the injustices
of youthful separations can be rightly called actions.
Of my boyfriend, the world contains not one parallel.
He overshadows the few others I’ve ever known.
His masculine elements turn me all the way up,
He knows my petty vanities and most of my weaknesses.
If he doesn’t know my every phase of feeling, or every desire
of my love starved soul, it’s because our love is peripatetic.
Most of the year, we’re a long distance, digital, practical nothingness, A near autofictional anticipation. We are separated by a sea and more. If I may simply put it, I have a fine young body that is going to waste.
When I complained to my older sister, a surgeon who long delayed her own personal life for her career, she shruggingly and unsympathetically said,
“You only have to suffer a few more years.”
“Oh, mon Dieu!” I replied.
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