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C herish Y our T ime, A dolescence Y earned.
H ope O ur E nergy, D isillusions E arned.
I nnocence U pheld, E very U nification A djourned.
L ustful T houghts, N o L ove R eturned.
D evoted H earts S trengthen, T earfully S purned .
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As he blinks a watery mass tries to escape,
it's no longer a pool as it starts to take shape.
A single tear, it begins to roll down his face,
so elegant, she moves with such beauty and grace.
Dancing down his cheek, clinging tight to his skin,
excited and giddy as she gets to his chin.
Falling through the air the tear is in awe,
so joyfull and free till she noticed the floor.
"But he's happy!" she thinks "I shouldn't be here!"
and with a silent splash she then disappears.
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Lust,
painful thirst,
unable to breath,
trapped in my cage,
rage.
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Raindrops,
downpours resistance,
rejuvenates my existence,
life is born again,
rain.
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Shhhh, what's that noise? switch on a light.
I heard him, a bang, it went bump in the night.
Peer in the cupboard, out the window, over there,
look under that dusty old bed if you dare.
Quick, back under the covers, there's no need for alarm,
lets switch on our torches, they'll keep us from harm.
We did it, we're safe, there's was nothing to fear,
but who is that shadowy man drawing near?
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P oet, I'm afraid your words are too small.
O range is a word that won't rhyme at all.
E nd with a full stop, and a coma there.
T he verse you put down is practically bare.
R emember to spell check, find all your mistakes.
Y et this is not all writing poetry takes.
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It's four in the evening, I'm lying in bed,
yesterdays drinking has rendered me dead
Crawl out my coffin, better slap on some gel
demonic follicles risen from hell.
Use the toilet, hold on tight,
really regretting that curry last night.
Clipping the claws that protrude from my feet,
they contain calcium and not bad to eat.
Put on my briefs, but something feels wrong,
I don't recall ever owning a thong.
Theres a knock at the door, I'm going out with the men,
and tomorrow I'll do it all over again.
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"Goodmorning" he says with an enthusiastic smile
but it's just a charade and it's lasted a while.
He really doesn't care whether their morning is good
and he'd make them all feel just as bad if he could.
Faking his interest as they incessantly drone
surrounded by people but he feels so alone.
They can't pay their morgage they cant fix their car
yet all that he's hearing is bla bla bla bla.
He thinks back to a time when his life was still fun
as he plays back the memories of adventures begun.
They continue to drone but don't notice he's gone
because he lives in his mind, population 1.
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You're so funny Mr clown, cheer us up without a sound, make us laugh till our hearts
pound, if we could we'd have you crowned.
Mr clown you're far too shy, there's that girl you like say hi, please go up to her and
try, just go do it don't ask why.
So content now Mr clown, is this happiness you've found? with a love so strong it's bound,
you're feet barely touch the ground.
Mr clown why is she late? this is only your first date, food's already on the plate,
should you just sit there and wait?
You're so sad now Mr clown, she went swimming out of town, who'd of guessed that she would
drown, now your smile is upside down.
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Nervously he waits, the curtains rise,
to see eager faces with piercing eyes
He tells them a joke, it's a wonderful tale,
anecdotes so funny, theres no way he could fail.
They love him, they applaud him, he's the king of his craft,
with fifty years experience, it's no wonder they laughed.
His calling fulfilled, the man went down a storm,
as the curtain falls, his face starts to deform,
he's remembering his true love, the wife who has passed,
its was almost twenty years ago, it just went by so fast.
He enters his empty home, thinking all the while,
can't somebody out there make the comedian smile?
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