What is it to be desired? What could that be? To be wanted and admired? Cause it never happens to me They always wait For that other guy Making me always too late And leaving me with a sigh SO tired of never being wanted Of being second best Tired…
Poetry
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Oreo Friends
2 good friends are like orea halves Each can make the other cry or laugh The only problem facing such a team Is which of the halves has the cream
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Chapter 6:00
The book is done. The cover closed. The battle won. The end exposed. I sit back and smile at the story I have read. It was truly worthwhile, and now I look ahead. The beginning was nice, but the end was bitter. Saddened it so concise, I will always remember…
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Ignorance
Ignorance is killing me from the inside out Inside is only dark shadows of doubt If ignorance is bliss, Then what the hell is this? I don’t know, I don’t know The goodness in my life doesn’t impress me But my problems shouldn’t cause this misery What do you call…
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Confusion
The blue sky of understanding Succumbs to clouds of the unknown Raindrops of confusion begin to fall On an already flooded landscape Waves of puddles crash through Their turbulent froth adding to the disarray
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Walls
Walls Imagine 4 Walls Black and High Much to the point Where they touch the sky You can sit there And weep and cry Much to the point To when you die Or you can look up And see the blue And praise the only color Bestowed upon you And…
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Thought
To breathe life into something new To think, to have thought, created, designed To attack your imagination with a coup The writings that quiver in the lair of your mind
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Memoirs
The twisted turns that are our souls Meld with endings, burn with new coals The thoughts we think, are they ours? Or, someone else?s greatest memoirs?
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Flipping Through
Nothing is on the T.V. I nonchalantly flip through the stations on the T.V. An old man tries to report the world on the T.V. Destruction that seems so detached appears on the T.V. The rubble and dust remain trapped behind glass on the T.V. I change the channel on…
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The Babysitter
Deployed at the darkened door, She begins her march. Blocking the rays from the nightlight, She stands, takes recon. She wonders which side to attack. Biological agents precede her. Her ancient nose immune to the gases she cakes on. Lying in bed, I remember fallen cousins, mid-campaign against ninjas and…