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Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul?
That is what I am and will be - lost battles.
There is too much madness that I cannot understand.
Bury my memories as well.
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.
But you still don't move..
The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?
You don't want to go, do you?
Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,
the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.
The scars that those pretty little roses caused,
as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.
The boundless embers dance on,
pulling you in with them.
Will you dance, or will you fall?
Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,
bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.
Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...
So answer this, will you dance?
Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,
with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.
And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,
hides underneath it the roots to all value,
to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,
as they blemish your face with their candy blood.
But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his own
disappear beneath his smile,
replaced by sense of unknown hope.
Giving up is an option,
a door always open,
but he glances through,
and quickly moves on.
He is not.
No, he does not see light
through cracks of darkness,
does not see sunshine
in the black of the night.
This man knows where to search, though,
how to find sunshine
after tornadoes reined their fury.
as if their stones meant something
when spoken by poison lips
set out kill.
He will not defeat,
nor be defeated.
Rocks may be thrown,
sticks and stones,
but come morning,
he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?
Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.
I always trip and I always fall,
But worse than that, worst of all,
When I was born, I hit my head.
"He won't grow at all," the doctors said.
So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.
I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.
When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,
My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.
No one else helps; all they do is stare.
"Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.
So one day when I was all alone,
I decided to go out, all on my own.
I slowly crept from our large herd
Without even a single goodbye as a word.
I ran away from that mean, old town.
The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.
I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.
I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"
The oddities of this animal amused me, though.
One of them amused me most, of all her woes.
This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.
She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Epic Youtuber Rap Battle - Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!!
Cryaotic vs. Pewdiepieeeeeeee
Haha, how’s it going bros
My name is Pewdiepie
I’m about to make this sorry excuse
For a youtuber go home and Cry
Keep that mask on
No one wants to see your face
I’ll bro fist your ass into pure disgrace
28 Million subscribers man I’m still in first place!
On the last video, I go live on Twitch
Just to show this guy Pewdiepie
Just how much he’s a little bitc*
And so it continues with me whooping his ass
I’ll be the one to take all your fans and Outlast
I don’t need to show my face to put you in F.E.A.R.
My badass voice is all that you need to hear
I spit rhymes scarier than your creepypasta
I think you have Amnesia
Go home Cry, you’re drunk
Your raps are worst than your livestream bunk
I’m noticed all over YouTube, is that an issue?
My di*k is longer than your Okami playthrough!
one night standInspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
FuneralDon’t cry over spilled milk.
They tell me.
But how can I not cry
when the milk could have been so much more?
It could have been strength in my bones,
Or added to my tea,
It could have been a milkshake
That brought all the boys to me.
But now we’ll never know,
As it lies, cold and pale on the floor,
I mop it up with great solemnity,
Using not one paper towel, but four.
What must the store think?
And the farmer and the cow?
Their efforts gone to waste,
It rests in the trash now.
And I shall drown in my guilt
That none will taste
The milk I spilt.
This Is Just To SayI have stolen
that were in
you were probably
to wear tomorrow
they were delicious
and so warm
--The Laundry Gnome
Blind DatePlease understand,
before this goes any further
than a friendly "hello".
I'm a little crazy.
But the kind riding
on the side of delusional.
My brain spins in circles,
days & nights.
An awful sickness,
from dusk to dawn.
I'll have you know,
I'm the kind of crazy,
that has to take pills.
Jagged little circles,
ingested down my throat.
to calm me down.
Please, don't judge me.
The doctor says it's normal.
I sit and wonder.
"What is normal?"
Back on topic now,
I was told by my therapist
not to let others judge.
I'm left imagining
everyone in white-
George Washington wigs.
Swinging a gavel
screaming, "Order in the court!"
I swear, I'm not too crazy...
Only a special kind of lazy...
H-hey wait... W-where are you going?
Fatalia's secret #4Personally, I'd prefer not to have a thigh gap.
This comes to the advantage of saving your phone from falling in the toilet with lightning and thunder.
On The Attitudes of Spirit ScienceIt's so open minded that
Warm feelings thawing away the
Icy corruptions of Western science
And the fabulous decrees
Of the god Thoth
Bear more weight than what
Is actually true,
And those who defend the latter
Are either cyber-bullies
Or refused to be seduced
By pretty cartoon mascots
And are more inclined
To critical thinking and
six or seven more moves, worst case
Tokyo hates me.
It hates me more than San Francisco
and Honolulu combined.
(New York City doesn’t know I exist.)
Small towns are out of the question;
they catch on too fast.
I could probably do five years
in Portland, six tops (it’s pretty
laid-back) before I was found out.
Another five in Seattle (maybe).
That’s six or seven more moves, worst case.
NERDill make your body twist like oliver
from now on your my bitch, im making you put a dog collar on
im on at jet at mach 6, dropping bombs
if you talk shit ill cut you clean in half with a cotton swab
starting an apocalypse in an armored car
rolling through moms and kids, pedestrians and hipster coffee shops
with my head out the window and my tongue out im a sloppy dog
no lyricist will ever catch me off my guard
ill smash any rapper with my material, these bars are hard
you see this bomb im smoking on?
my only goals in life is to write lyrics, smoke pot and catch all of the pokemon
cooking more shit up than a lonely mom
always sparking up, call me jolteon
better yet im a zapdos, with wings to hunt and find you
im a real legendary, you flee when you see me, like raikou
but im about to throw my master ball
and catch you all
and beat you down like a neanderthal
getting hotter than a barbueque
will johnny pick pocket you?
no hes probably grab a tech nine and cock and shoot
im the fucking top
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