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I couldn’t be more sure Of all the nostalgia I’d endure, If I were to explore A calf love crisis That was so hard to cure, How your mummy, she knew mine, They’d been friends
You dont understand what you doin to me Should I spell it out for you to see Death means absolutely nothin to me Imma keep doin what I do, it sets me free From all the pain and humiliation in the past
(slam poem, meant to be performed out loud) Too often, their eyes glaze over. Mine did too, before, before I stood in front of the burning bush and begged God to reconsider.
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know where I'm at. I don't know where I'm heading, And I don't know who I am. The earth beneath me is spinning; I am here and now I'm not.
Long exposure trees and shadows Freaky black things Looking Beautiful diamonds against red and blue green
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
The first time was magic. The last time was tragic.He begged her just once more...But she wouldn't have it. She couldn't have it...After all that had happened,All it would bring up were lies and their habits.
You take the knife and you take the blade You dig it in and draw some blood But it’s time to stop, your night is made. Listen and let the tears flood.
There’s a question I want to ask. It’s a small question, and it’s certainly not important. It’s petty, irrelevant.
It’s moments like these that I am aware of reality I am mortal, expendable. My life is so fucking short it’s the blink of an eye and as I lay awake at 4am as I do tonight I wonder
Yellow on the Outside,
MANY WILL BE LEFT TO FACE SORROW AND GRIEF! ALL BECAUSE OF THEIR UNBELIEF. A TIME OF WHICH MANY HAVE FEARED, MILLIONS OF CHRISTIANS HAVING DISAPPEARED. IN YOUR MINDS EYE PLEASE TRY TO CAPTURE,
Stop it I'm sorry kids But yes, There's no afterlife And we will die You wonder why I did this Melted ice caps and Starved kids As if Because I know I can tell you
I’m afraid I don’t have a firm enough grasp on time and how I’m supposed to inte
How do I mourn the death of four Americans, one child when death is everywhere - else. I can crumble into shards of myself crying over the death of my Uncle Jimmy, it’s personal to me.
Too many variables Too many scariables Too many choices I could make Too many paths that I could take
Hello, my name is "Chinese" "Japanese" "Dirty knees" "Look at these" "Criss cross" "Apple sauce" "Do me a favor and get lost"
So what if this is the end? What if this is goodbye? What if fire starts to ravagely roar from the sky? This is it for our memories we've made in our lives. So stop thinking about the future, and listen to me now.
Mind whirling Hands shaking Not knowing what to do Being utterly unable to push through Seeing my goal slip past my hand All my confidence slips by like sand What do I do now?