ten things i probably should have told youi know you hated when we foughtbut it's the only timei ever felt genuine passion between usi don't think i've ever missed you once,i think i miss the idea i had of youi was okay with you not loving mebut what made me feel the needto shred my arms with angerwas you whispering your love to another girlwhen you said "we grew distant,"i saw it more as "i want to die more and more each dayand you haven't noticed my detachment from life"i believed you when you said you loved methe first timethe second timethe four hundredth timebut the last time was anything but sincerityyou were so childish in the senseyou thought when i was mad at youi suddenly stopped loving you,this angered me even furtheri wasn't lying when i saidi won't ever stop loving youand that's something i will have to deal withevery day of the rest of my lifeyou made me regret all my wrongdoings,you made me feel like a bad person,you made me want to be a better humanyou have the purest heartalthough
Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the wayyou made me drink away my painsHow I got so drunk that night, I ran awayand did not remember waking up in his armsOr how I wanted to cry every nightyou told me you loved meand kissed my cheekBecause I only knew you were wishing it washer cheek,her hair,her smileYou were wishing you were with somebodywho 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 growingwhere you planted your kisses.Cheeks ache from laughter,and smiles.And love.Am I so selfishthat I ache for more than love?What better is there than love;what possibly is causing these raincloudsin both my eyes and my mind?It is my own faultthat I broke my very own heart,waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the southand 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 youcompared 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 madnessin one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostituteslook 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.
BostonWhy stay?It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,a thousand better ways.All it does is ferment the sweet flowersthat 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 tearsbeneath the corners of every street;no memories at the stop sign.Just passersby, looking at yet anotherbroken girl, hoping to make her wayin the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?...What do I want?I want to love you.I want to love youlike 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 truthupon my soul.If only, then I could tell youwhat 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 owndisappear 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.An optimist?He is not.No, he does not see lightthrough cracks of darkness,does not see sunshinein the black of the night.This man knows where to search, though,how to find sunshineafter tornadoes reined their fury.Many doubts,many insecurities,as if their stones meant somethingwhen spoken by poison lipsset 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.
Shrek is Love Shrek is lifeShrek Is Love Shrek is Life.I was only 9 years old I loved shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and moviesI pray to shrek every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given.Shrek is love I say, Shrek is lifeMy dad overhears me and calls me a faggotI knew he was just jealous of my devotion for ShrekI called him a cuntHe slaps me and sends me to go to sleepIm crying now, and my face hurtsI lay in bed and its really coldA warmth is moving towards me.I feel something touch meIts shrekI am so happyHe whispers in to ear "this is my swampHe grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and kneesI'm readyI spread my ass cheeks for ShrekHe penetrates my buttholeIt hurts so much but I do it for ShrekI can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to waterI push against his forceI want to please ShrekHe roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his loveMy dad walks inShrek looks him straight in the eye and says "Its all ogre now"Shrek lea
funny poemi had a dog named muffin,she died, SHE DIED!!!my mom said she wuz sleeping,she lied, SHE LIED!!!why is my lil muffin dead?!?!why couldnt that car hit ME instead?!?!i had hampster named brownie,he died, HE DIED!!!i wanted to bring him back,i tried, I TRIED!!!brownie just up and left me!!!because he choked on a sunflower seed!!!i had a bird named bob,he died, HE DIED!!!my mom thought he wuz chicken,he fried, HE FRIED!!!bobs chicken fried soul flew away!!!now i have no pets today!!!
Funny PoemRoses are redviolets are bluesugar is sweetand so are youbut the rosesare wiltingthe violetsare deadthe sugar bowlsemptyand so isyour head
Epic Youtuber Rap Battle - Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!!Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieeeeeeeeBegin!PewdiepieHaha, how’s it going brosMy name is PewdiepieI’m about to make this sorry excuseFor a youtuber go home and CryKeep that mask onNo one wants to see your faceI’ll bro fist your ass into pure disgrace28 Million subscribers man I’m still in first place!CryaoticOn the last video, I go live on TwitchJust to show this guy PewdiepieJust how much he’s a little bitc*And so it continues with me whooping his assI’ll be the one to take all your fans and OutlastI don’t need to show my face to put you in F.E.A.R.My badass voice is all that you need to hearPewdiepieOh JävlaI spit rhymes scarier than your creepypastaI think you have AmnesiaGo home Cry, you’re drunkYour raps are worst than your livestream bunkI’m noticed all over YouTube, is that an issue?My di*k is longer than your Okami playthrough!Cry
HumorHumor is a drug,it fills you with joy,Better than a hug,Or a brand new toy,they laugh so hard they crythey roll on thier backsstand ups dont tryto make them p!ss their slacksbut humor is best all the sameso laugh a little bit it's all a game
Anime?Lets triple our eyesAnd half our social skillsBe twice as cleverAnd four times as dumbBlush constantlyAnd bow to everybodyWith my perfect skinThey call me animeI cant be understoodBecause my past is always tragicMy hair a rainbow explosionKill everyone that looks the sameBut ill tell you my story firstHold my honorAnd die tryingThey call me animeI always have my theme musicCatch phrase with signature moveIll walk tall without even lookingJoin my partyWeve got a missionMy skills are better then yoursAnd I know you want to fight about itThey call me animeFuture or old schoolWe always have badass swordsHere to protectEven when I bring warRun so fast we disappearWeigh 80 pounds but clear the tableEnergy well spent on my plasma blastThey call me animeEveryones politeEasily go insaneThe skirts get shorterAs the legs get longerEveryones in schoolAnd everyones honor roleEveryones a virgin, but everyone's easy
FiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of CiderDear Princess Celestia: Letter OneToday I Learned an important lesson about friendship.I learned how to write "Hello World!"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.P.S. In this case, the syntax is similar to C++.----------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Princess Celestia: Letter OneI wrote "Hello World!"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.P.S. In this case, the syntax mirrors that of Python syntax. I'll leave it to you, readers, to decide which one you deem better. -Twilight Sparkle----------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Princess Celestia: Letter OneToday I learned how to sing Applejack's Drinking Song.I learned Applejack's Drinking Song with Applejack.Did you know that Applejack likes the number 99?I did this while Applejack had more than 1.I sang " 'Applejack' jugs of cider on the wall, 'Applejack' jugs of cider,"Applejack got one less.When Applejack had more than 1,I sang "Take one down and pa
a joke walked into a bar[punchline goes here]
England x Reader: Be GentleEngland X Reader: Be gentle"Y-you ready love?" England asked nervously it was his first time after all."Y-yeah
Nng.""Does it hurt?""Ahn~ a little, b-be gentle okay?" you moaned as you clutched the sheets tighter."Oh~ Iggy
mmm.""Oh, may I try another angle love?" He asked."Yeah, s-sure. Whatever." It was this time again when you had the feeling you just had to do it. Again. Your job was pretty stressful enough to make you beg for one."Ahh
nnng that's the spot, yes ohh~ yes." You said as you buried your face in the fluffy pillow. England was sweating like a pig with his shaggy hair all soggy because of his sweat, and you well
you looked like a hot mess after a hard day's work."Ahhnn~""_-______?""Yes? Ah! T-there
don't stop! K-Keep going!""B-but the stove, I forgot to turn it off love!" He exclaimed, putting a halt to your current *cough* activity."Talk about offering another massage while yo
Fetish.Once upon a time, there was a man.He made me smile like no man can.He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,But then he found out I was into whips.And off with my heart he ran.