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A Poem To My Self

For all the times I’ve felt alone,
And in the stench of gross cologne,
For the fear of my life story,
I still don’t like the name of Cory.
I write this poem to remind my self
To not hit my head upon thy shelf,
It hurts a lot for that I know
For when it happens, stick your head in snow,
It hurt to say I saw it coming,
From the very start of running.
This poem rhymes, I don’t know why,
All I did was think and try.
It’s hard to think for oh so long,
You start to think about the tongs.
This makes no sense what so ever
To think of words that I could never.
The grammar stinks and I think it’s funny,
For some strange reason I think of honey
And I’m no Pooh Bear, no I’m not,
But I think of honey like I ought,
Most people look and think I’m crazy,
Although my mind is fogged and hazy.
I’m losing my mind yes I think,
But it seems the hose is kinked.
I think and try my very hardest,
To come with words that is from farthest.
Fluke eh nuke in jime in himer,
It makes no sense like an old timer.
My friends’ foot was caught between
A 10 pound magnet and a metal thing.
You hear and see and speak no evil,
So stay away form evil weevil!
I shall now end this poem
So now I think I'm mot so lonesome.
Now I think this is The End some. . .
I'll make another just like this one.
Now I know this will end and
I'll re-write it on a grain of sand.
Now I bid my good farewell
As I ring the great big Bell!

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Pyro Man

Smoking, burning, breathing, cracking, popping, hissing,
The fire burns with a bright fierce gaze and burning white embers, Unstoppable,
Destroying everything in its path,
From the beautiful rolling plain to the very spot you stand.
It could have been avoided, you know that, could have been bypassed,
But you wane the common since to extinguish the ever growing spark that consumes you today.
Now the fire grows with its everlasting vengeance.
You ridicule the thought that this is your mess and anger the already powerful thought,
That you could do the damage of an army of medieval ancestry,
But you knew what would happen and yet you still say “I should stop while I still can.” 
But you know damn well that it’s to late, way to late.
You can’t control the ongoing desire for more,
The twisted sick side of humanity turns its back on you,
Driving you into a slow downward spiral surrounded by all the things you used to hate,
Drugs, Alcohol, Needles, and Tobacco.
Everything you once considered as bad and worthless
Now becomes your main priority, your single life source.
Everybody now knows that you now dangle by a thread barely hanging in,
Only to be consumed by what you started,
SMOKE!

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Agony

You took me home, I drink to much because of you my livers turn to dust
You got me high my lungs have quit for the last time.
And because of you my obsession grows more and more with each passing day.
I do it more to feel the high but it just won’t come back to me. 
I tried to walk but it’s so hard I just end up on my back staring into the sky.
You came to me to help me back onto to my feet.
And helped walk me back to the car even with my resistance you took me home.
I’m sick of the things you have said and done while leaving me high and dry.
I’m so messed up from what you've said and I’m on the brink of dieing out, of 
this place you call my home.
I’ve tried to make since of all the things you have said to me, But it is impossible 
to stay on track. Some people shouldn’t be alive. That’s how I feel.
Like I’m not needed in this life, even though it might hold something I should 
uncover,
I’ve never searched these things in mind that should be found, but yet apparently
unattainable to keep track, it’s almost impossible to grab a hold of the thing that 
are most vital to your life. 
When you are in a life where all you do is getting smashed and seared. And you 
try and try to help me up, but you took one move… You took the one wrong move...
You took me home. Because of you my life now sucks!
And it’s now whirling out of my control 
I feel I’m fading from this place that you have brought me to 
So take my away from here I need not to see your face in front of mine 
So get away... away from me!
Why is it when you call my name, I’m put in a state of misery
I’m am so perplexed, can’t see straight
I’ve tried to go and find my-self it's just so frustrating
I can’t take the fact that you entered my life at an age that I do not know
And I try to ask my-self what can I do to help me out of this awful state
Of misery.
Than you made an effort to help me up, but then I see a whole new being and it’s 
not you but somewhat else… I see… I see My-self!?!
I think I helped my soul from this death I think that I have come to my sixth 
senses and have turned my life around.
But you still make that one last go to start this all another time
You took me home with this agony
And I ask you one last time why did you make my life this living hell!?!

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A Dragons Last Flight

The greatest creature from mystic lands,
So weak abandoned can hardly stand,
the thunderous heartbeat heard by only one man,
he follows the sound to lend his hand
in comfort to this majestic beast,
he brings it food to let it feast,
the man knows that it needs help,
for the scales he did felt
the oozing of the infected rash,
he tried to cleanse it with his sash,
every day the beast grows stronger,
and the days keep growing longer,
the frayed old man finds out it talks,
in Latin words he dares not mock,
for the Latin language runs in his blood,
he fell to the ground in deep cold mud,
the silver tint on the great beasts hide,
mimic water at low tide,
the wings beat once and they beat twice
as the old man taken sacrificed,
the dragons flys with mourn at heart,
for it knows its time to part,
the journey now must come to end,
where as yours has yet to begin.

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Explosion

For the fire stings and burns
As the fires flame toss and turns
For wince you hear the big bang
A once proud man is left to hang
On a limb to fall and die
All goes black, no ground, no sky
You wish to see the one true thing
 And give the persons wedding ring
The pain you felt a bullet wound
And now you think your life is ruined
You see the lights cross your face
You see a flashback smashing mace
On that last breath you make a wish
And hear it comes the awful hiss
You cry and beg and plead and wine
Then at last you saw a sign
And herd a screech of flat line tone
In real life you give a groan
The Doctor says you’ve gone and pass 
He jumped but to feel the grasp
Of an almost dead, cold hand
He stares at you and you look back
He quickly un-zipped the body sack 
To yell to all that he pulled it off
He back to life and give a cough
The dead mans stare gives him chills
For he knew of his final fill
He did not want this man to suffer
As he noticed that life if rougher
So he pulled the gun from his holster
And blew his brain across the poster
He dropped his gun and sat to cry
And he looked in daze at the great blue sky
He ask forgiveness and then it came 
That he is in heavens hall of fame
For he let that man pass away
For on that day that god did say
“You set this man from his prison
And now I have for you one last mission.”
For he never knew what was to do,
For his voice was not but a coo,
 For now I leave this up to you,
And finish this poem in your time due.