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Morgan Jones Poem
My wisdom is useful,
for this and for that,
or is it I'm familiar,
with my common sense,
and pay attention,
to the world around me,
cause its were I live,
I'm down to earth,
I'm telling the truth,
Life doesn't have to hurt,
But the only problem,
I seem to have is,
Feeling the loneliness,
Of not being able to have,
That other part of my life,
I happen to dream about,
Maybe its just that,
I only want you so bad,
Due to the fact that i,
Can't have something back.
Copyright © Morgan Jones | Year Posted 2010
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Morgan Jones Poem
she can't really explain,
the things that confuse her,
it's like she fell on her face,
but it's not the first time,
and that may be why,
shes taking blows to her pride,
though she don't let it stop her,
from what she know's is true,
cause by the time she get's back up,
the sun is still shining,
and her freedom is still fighting,
for her right to live,
makin her own desicions,
all by herself,
without any guidance.
now she hears the beats,
of the cars passing by,
ring through her mind,
and out her mouth as a rhythm,
while just getting lost,
in the world around her,
loosing every piece her mind,
cause only here she is aloud to.
Copyright © Morgan Jones | Year Posted 2010
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Morgan Jones Poem
Its always the same,
everyday after day,
she sits in her room,
thinking about what to say,
or how to rythm,
her words to the beat,
that she stumbled upon,
while getting lost in her dreams,
her dreams,
they dont make sense,
she just uses them for escape,
when life starts treatin her rough,
but she dont care when that happens,
she puts it in the back of her mind,
only to make it her,
inspiration,
to fuel her rhythms,
and to fuel her thoughts,
she thinks about her life,
she wonders about love,
but thats were her creativity stops,
its like she ran out,
or there is no more,
cuz aint no words commin out,
of her mouth into the air,
so she just stares,
off into space,
were there is noting left of her,
to come out of the haze,
that she feels inside,
that she sees in her dreams!
Copyright © Morgan Jones | Year Posted 2010
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Morgan Jones Poem
I'm head over heels,
I'm in way to deep,
We're like a poem,
So you rhyme with me,
I get this weird feeling,
When i see your face,
My world bleeds colors,
And my anxiety leaves,
Your the petals to my rose,
I'm the snow to your flake,
And i love when you thank me,
It really makes my day,
I promise to stay with you,
Through thick and thin,
Because when i told you i loved you,
I ment every word of it!
Copyright © Morgan Jones | Year Posted 2010
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Morgan Jones Poem
im loosing my flow,
not to mention my rhythms,
cuz ur killing my beats,
that i hear in my mind,
with ur murderous nag,
that haunts every thought,
making stupid asumptions,
about my every action,
becuase u cant stop trippin,
over your own feet,
in every direction,
trying to make ends meet,
id say its past time,
for u to worry about yourself,
and all ur own problems,
cuz i can handle myself,
even without your guidance,
and if u didnt try to control me,
id have no reason to rebel,
no motivation to start it,
and no blocks to biuld it,
but instead u rather suffer,
then watch me grow up,
cuz u got to much regret,
about how u brought me up,
and when its all over,
u still wont have a clue,
that ur time to teach me,
is already through.
Copyright © Morgan Jones | Year Posted 2010
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