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Ed Owens Poem
It's as simple as this.
I love you.
Nothing will Change that.
Nothing will break that
Nothing will hatter that.
It's the truth.
Always will be.
I hope you dream of me,
as much as I dream of you
I will always be there for you
That is my word
~For Alexz
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I hate you dad!
I hate you to hell.
I always have.
I just couldn't tell.
Your such a bad rolemodle.
Your never there for us.
Everyone tell me you love me,
but I know it's just to save me from tears.
Your hit me,
you say hurtful stuff
You break things
You always break my momma's heart.
I never can stand up for my family either.
I know you'll just break my spirit.
You've hurt Mom so many times
It makes me cry.
I haven't told anyone about my hate for you,
I was trying to save Mom.
I didn't tell my siblings,
I know they would hate me.
But I'm reaching my limit.
I can't take it anymore.
You make me want to die.
Someone take me away. . .
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Ed Owens Poem
Paint it black
Black to white
Keep it simple
Not too bright
Back on track
Out of sight
Law is whack
Get ready for flight
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Ed Owens Poem
Hear the thunder within your ears,
Crashing down upon your fears,
See the footsteps from their meeting,
Behind it all, we are secretly bleeding,
Smell the blood upon the air,
Signaling murder without a flare,
Taste the embers upon your tongue,
Our weapons become obsolete, dull, and blunt,
Feel me tremble from your cold touch,
Sense the sorrow, fing the joy, although there isn't much.
~Ed Owens
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I'm no angel!
I know that
But why say I can't be perfect?
I know I've made some mistakes in my life
Everyone has
Isn't that what human is?
Sometimes I wish I could take back the things I did
So I can be perfect
But I can't
But why does that mean I'm imperfect?
What is perfection but imperfection?
In that case there is no needs fr perfectin or imperfection
we would all be obsolite.
Ain't that a *****?
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The day is moving too slow
Im just typing random letters to cure my infectous boredum.
I turn off the TV and begin to her the keys clicking down.
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Ed Owens Poem
Sometimes I just wanna set something on fire
I just wanna let it burn
Sitting around, waiting for the flame to get higher
For lessons to be learned.
Pyromancing illegal? Since when?
I dunno!
But it doesn't matter does it?
How much trouble can I get in?
Ofcourse it matters!
Why else would it be illegal?
I guess this is my lesson to be learned,
Find a better outlet for my aggression.
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We all got some bad puns
We all have some tough times
We all have some hard runs
We all pay for our crimes.
Is it dark?
No maybe not
Draw my card
Accelerate the block
Is it sin?
Yes maybe so
Are we in?
No let us go
My life ain't too twisted
Atleast I should think
My soul ain't that wicked
Don't even blink
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Ed Owens Poem
Was it fun?
Did it give you kicks?
Did you get pleasure from it?
From breaking my heart
Lets review.
Alex:
You were so clingy when I first met you.
You acted so friendly,
So I finally decide to be nice to you,
You ask me out,
I said yes,
You met HIM,
And tore my heart, stomping it like it was nothing.
How am I the *******?
David:
You back stabbing lowlife punk.
Just when I thought you couldn't go any lower,
You turn around and do this to me.
Hmm. I got it!
Let play a game
Give me some of your blood.
We'll take a blood test.
I'm sure it'll prove false.
So you both can go on living happy lives.
I don't this from either of you anymore.
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Who am I?
Is this really me?
No, This isn't me!
This isn't me!
I look in the mirror, but it isn't me I see
Can it possibly be?
I never intended all this pain. . .
All of this suffering. . .
I feel alone, like No one else can save me
Friendship never lasts long for me.
No one ever stays to help.
~Ed Owens
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