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| My Poetry |
| I ony have time to add a few on here tonight. I'll try to expand this as time goes on. For now, I'll slap a few on here. |
| I am 150 lbs. of weightlessness Carefully carefree Tamed yet untameable I submit when it suits me Struggle when it doesn't I am somebody and no one Important and insignifigant Quietly extroverted and shamefully proud I am nothing and everything By definition, Undefinable. |
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| we talk a lot Tell each other personal things Ask about things even more personal than the personal �like siblings�� he says and he�s right but I cant help advancing and he always plays along an endless game of taboo subjects �all a big joke to him but I am seldom kidding |
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| I never missed him when he left He never really cared I was just another pawn We were just a pair He never called me afterwards His broken little toy I soon forgot his cold embrace He was just a boy I never gave another thought to the months we shared The lies he lived and lines he spoke were practiced and prepared. A trickster toying with my heart My heart molded of steel I only hope there�ll be a day We�ll learn to love and feel. |
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| All the world came crashing down beside me I could do nothing to stop it It fell, weeping Slamming into the blackness surrounding me Imploding and devouring itself I could not help it And though I pitied it� I realized how very much like me the world had become Loveless and lifeless dead |
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| He doesn�t feel anything anymore Hollowed by an existence never rough enough, Never a challenge too challenging. Never a heart in his chest to break. Sometimes I think he never felt anything in the first place Enamored by his charm and his grace, I fell into a trap set for anyone who would come I thought I was special to him, though I never cared We were never special to each other Through the empty kisses, touches and tastes of passion I fought to find a meaning to it all I wanted to tame him but I never had enough interest And so we parted without tears, without anguish And seemingly with out gain. Four months of my life squandered but not wasted I had what I always wanted from him Nothing. |
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| Dear God, Please help the stupid, The pitiful, The weak. Show them all your mercy Let the morons never speak. Keep their tounges inside their mouths, Their thoughts inside their heads. Or rather than you make them mute, Please make them leave instead. |