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Best Poems Written by Crystal Rapp

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Farmboy

My heart was tore, 
I didn’t care anymore.
That is until he found me,
For once I felt like a V.I.P.

I found my farmboy,
He is my pride and joy.
He would go the extra mile, 
Just to see me smile.

I used to always feel really crappy.
Farmboy made my heart happy.
I finally found myself a man.
My friends; he is much better than.

So what if he is a bit taller?
I still wouldn’t trade him for a million-dollars.
He is so perfect in ever detail.
Am I living a fairy tale?

He is my Romeo.
I love him very so.
Farmboy has found more then his dream girl;
He has found his Countrygirl.

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My Lost Childhood

I can admit that my life is not perfect,
I do not always have the respect.
From mom and her beer,
And dad in a different hemisphere.

I always get lots of pity,
From people who are witty.
They think they understand,
But they only get second-hand.


In my life I am lost, 
Like I am stuck in a holocaust.
And every ones against me,
And won’t leave me be. 

When ever I open up,
I am told to shut up.
I can’t even tell how I feel,
Because there is to much to reveal.

I wonder why I was put here,
I’m far from a souvenir.
Even when I try to look,
Its always in the wrong book.

So if you have the nerve to tell me you know how I feel,
And say that my pain is no big deal.
I will never tell you yakkity-yak,
Mainly because I am a maniac.

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Earthly Hell

Has it ever rang a bell,
That life is a pure hell.
The people I thought I trust,
Just told me to bite the dust.

Love is just a stupid game;
All it has brought me is shame.
I seem cooler if I lie;
Because you think your Mr. Wise Guy.

This bullet has your name on in and what not.
All I can do is take that gunshot.
Just so I don’t seem bigger.
I never will pull the trigger.

We live in a race of black and while.
We all die day and night.
Some of us have explored,
While others just were adored.

Our Earth is hell year-round.
No wonder aliens haven’t been found.
They are scared of us; Another excuse.
So why we try; What’s the use?

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The Voices

It is quite bizarre, 
I don’t even know who they are. 
I wonder if its an alert, 
Because they never leave me unhurt. 

They always make me think,
That is bad because then I rethink.  
I think of things from the past. 
Why must I get harassed?

I think its in my head,
Even after I bloodshed. 
Voices tell me bad things that make me weak.
Like to kill someone so to speak.

I hear the voices off and on,
Espically at the break of dawn.
Its far from paradise,
I should just be there sacrifice.

They want me dead and whatnot.
All it takes is one gunshot.
They tell that here I don’t belong,
I wonder if what they tell me is right or wrong.      

I will never be alone,
I will always hear their groan.
They appear out of a cloud of smoke;
I am serious, this is no joke.

So here I lay with bloodstain,
Literally I’m going to go insane.
And I have no other choice,
But to listen to their voice.

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The Real Me

I always seem to be the exclude.
Probably because I am never in the mood.
Why cant people just understand?
But I guess you cant get it firsthand.

I live in my own small world alone.
Like a dead dial tone.
No one can see the things I see.
Not just because I am carefree.

Maybe someday people will realize, 
I don’t like to socialize.
I’m not the person you should admire.
My humanity is caught in barbed wire.

Some people say I’m ironic.
When simply I am moronic.
I am a little messed up, so what?
This is the real me like it or not.