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Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious.
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I'd like to do so much
With you
But that's
A hell of a lot
To ask of
A drinking man
Father-Daughter Dance
Huntin?
I'm from the South
And I ain't ahamed
To say I ain't dreamin'
Of a Daddy
I got all I need
I got my Mommy
She's just as good
And better
She's a fighter
We can live
Without you
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Life itself will end
with no more strength to move on.
No more pain to endure.
No more love to be felt.
Death is peaceful.
And this is the end.
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Junior High right?
YES.
Stop feeding my fish.
They are not hingry.
I fed them the real stuff,
Not the fish food u feed my fish.
They don't like that fish food.
It tasted bad,
They dont like you,
Stop feeding my fish that drama you like to call fish food.
Its not food its drama and it needs to stop.
It hurts my fish.
It hurts me to see my fish like this.
You make them cry.
That fish food is expired so stop bringing it up nobody wants it.
My fish are full to the rim.
Drop it and stop feeding my fish,
with your fish food i call drama.
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I walk the damp,dark path of oblivion.
Not a sound in this forest interrupts me and my thoughts.
Not a sight can take my mind from where I will it to go.Then there is light.
This dark forest path opens to sheer cliffs,light, and happiness.The birds chirp their song of
joy as they fly above me. A gentle breeze wraps me in its cool embrace.
Here Im a book flying open.
Here I am whole.
As I continue my journey of life,I enter a bright jungle.
Sunlight dapples everything.
The sounds of crickets and tranquility fill the air.
And still I continue my journey of life.
Through the hard and happy times, this life is truly like the Garden of the Gods.
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If happy was
Forever and an
Eternity after
Where would we go
Who would we be
Life just has
To be bumpy
If not
We would go
To fast and not to far
Life should be like
A walk through the Country
Not the fast lane
I think elders
Drive slow in the fast lane
Not to anger us
Or because they're catious
But because of sub-concious reasoning
Climb off the Roller Coaster
And aboard the Ferris Wheel.
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Its just a thing
Everybody can claim
Some show it
Others don't
Its not bad
Its humane
Comes to and fro
Some beleive it should go
They musn't realize
Its here to stay
Like a stray
Until you
Confront it
Shema
Its a dominating thing
Nobody wants to claim
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Here i have fallen
To my knees
Praying that you are okay
I sit here in these
Fallen leaves
Listening to the crunch
of footsteps
Voices
Falling
Bouncing off boundries
Falling to the leaves
Yellows, oranges, and browns
All over
Is this what happens
When you fall
True
They walk all over yoy
And act like its no big
Deal that you
Are being crushed.
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There she was,
5 foot 3.
In the hall,
Books in hand.
Her dark chocolate brown hair,
Shining in the rainy days dim light.
She turns,
And smile,
That smile.
That smile,
That suddenly brightens the hall.
What gets me the most though,
Is her eyes.
Dark brown.
Almost black.
Specks of gold,
That glitter in the sunlight,
With her smile.
even on the dreary days,
Like today.
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I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.
Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.
But he loved me.
I knew that much.
Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.
But he loved me .
I knew that much.
I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.
But he loved me.
I knew that much.
Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."
Because I knew he loved me.
The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.
The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.
A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.
Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.
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