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. never 2 perfect
The perfect ones are easily hurt the most.
When it comes to love the perfect ones love to boast.
Being perfect means to be your self.
Caring for your loved ones and everyone else.
Always have an open shoulder for the one who will cry.
Always having fun singing to their loved ones a lull-a-bye.
It's hard to be perfect sometimes.
When repeatedly stabbed in the heart, and don't know why?
The perfect ones say I love you with their hearts not their mind.
When it comes to love even the perfect ones are blind.
. ADVICE
Don't feel broken when your alone.
Stay strong keep that heart tone.
Your love will always bloom and bloss.
Remember when they leave it's there loss.
Know there is someone out there waiting for you.
When the choice of love comes to you,
a new journey begins and your past love is through.
. NOTE
To the perfect one out there you have no clue.
It did not work out for me.
This poem I send is to wish GOOD LUCK to you.
Written by: Damian S. (my cousin)
Posted by: b boy
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Dark side
How can I see?
When I am blind
I will not remove my blindfold
It is dark in my mind
Scary deep, like a hole
A corner nobody knows
Blinded by death
Sights that block my sanity
Insane like the color black
Store my freedom in a box
Dungeons down and dim
Fights I will not win
Demons lost inside
Angels lurk more the out side
Damage the power within
Damage the world without
God does he exist?
Devil are you in doubt?
Enter my innocence
Exit my violence
Darken by the hate
Feelings no one can relate
Understand nothing
Silent in the naked eye
Take it all away
Give it all away
My pride I have none
Glory does not exist
All alone, lost my way
Final but not yet
I am found, now I see!
You are here with me in the
Dark Side.
by;PD & Son
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THE NEW KID.
I hope I will be welcomed here.
I am 15. ((((((( < ---not 15 anymore 17 …
I hear all ages are permitted
My mother told me to do something different
With my life.
Here I am.
Hope to survive
I will try hard to use my brain another way.
My poetry will not be outstanding.
Maybe not even read.
Till than I hope to make new friends
Pease and love to all
Phil J.
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....soon the rain will fall
skittles on my tongue
the garbage I will let sit
video game and popcorn
....soon my mother will call
i will hold my tongue
the garbage will be out
a healthy meal
.....soon, but not today
4 weeks more, till her vacation
**Phil E
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SKipping Rocks
dreams are for rookies
image pounders like thunder
unsuitable rocks
**Phil J.
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infection gills
Gulliver's island
yellow submarine
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skeleton tree
logging for a branch
illumines hooter eyes
tweaking owl night
**Phil J.
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Phil Boy Poem
This one goes to the one I love
WHY? Don’t you fetch, roll over, and play dead
WHO knows I might just give you a Doggie bone
WHEN I saw you last night, you were not alone
WHAT an ugly sight, of him at your home
WHERE our names you carved in stones
Seeing you with him must have fallen into your bag of trick.
Please do not call me on my phone
I wipe my paws off you
Sit, stay put, and leave me the hell alone
For you I have no more Doggie treats
Beg all you want, go Ho” yourself on another streets
The final thing is
A dog is a dog, I will be a dog.
A b*tch, well you are a B*TCH !
Attack someone else’s kibbles on your leash
Since you cannot be a faithful or obedient tramp
Go give someone else your fleas
Thanks for showing me this is a
DOGGIE DOG WORLD
You will no longer wear my tags.
With a collar, that labels you as my girl.
**Phil J.
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THE LIE
a little sweet kiss
from you I miss
how can you do this?
when you are in my arms
no need to feel harm
smiles & charms
rainy eye
because of me
you want me to let you be
i miss you, us, and we
forgive the lie
do not cry
look me in the eye
i regret the lie
you told me bye
without asking why?
**Phil J.
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THE BEE!
Not allowed to write about love
No reason or whys
This is about my first crush
The girl passed right by me
I smile softly to the one with curls
She is the cutest I’ve ever seen
Her face straight from a cover girl magazine
Her eyes are too much for this world
A honey made for me
I walk away to the other end.
I see, she really notices me.
I continue talking to my friends.
When another girl has her eyes on me
Dropping her books
Putting her ass where I can see.
In front of my friends, I had to pretend,
That It was a joy
I have one thing to say,
Why did I allow myself to be stung by the wrong bee?
**Phil J.
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