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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
Missed Opportunity [Knock Knock]Knock Knock
Is this some kind of stupid joke? Opportunity who?
[inserted silence here, lasting approximately eight seconds]
Come on now, opportunity who?
Epic Hetalia Rap Battle - Germany vs. AmericaEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!
Germany, Japan, Italy vs. America and England!!
Allo zere, ze name’s Germany
Ze best emcee of Hetalia for all eternity
I won’t need a manual to crush zis worm
I’ll torture you viz my vhip and make you squirm
I’m killing zis mic and it’s about to get worst
And Alfred, you can go suck on my bratwurst
Ve all know who’s raps are purer
So I’ll just sit back and drink a beer
You may be the hero, but I am your Führer!
Oh you wanna play this game?
Well it’s 2P yo!
I’m a superpower, biatch!
Check out my sick ass flow!
You think you’re so manly with your Mawaru dance?
But truth be told, you’re more gay than France
While you and your boyfriend Italy were Painting it White
I’m dropping bombs like it’s World War 2, dude
You lost the fight!
You won’t escape, you can’t possibry reave
to no one in particular, with lots of lovenoimnotwritingapoemforyousojustfuckit
I'm done~ *hair flips
Copyright © Nihon
Melanin Songhe has too much red melanin
and now he looks like crap
long hours spent out in the sun
have boilt the strong man’s back
he looks tough now but when he’s old
his skin will all but crack
and then it’s off to meet the Reaper
where he’ll feast on Lobster meat
does it sting you close to home
the fate of Crooked Jack
than do not loiter in the Sun
and let the wind be at your back
Journal of a DogPeople are horrible for this planet. I mean, they're always throwing these round pieces of garbage on the ground. I think they call it a ball. They throw them on the ground! So I, caring for me planet, decide to pick it up. I bring it back to them, so they can put it where it belongs. And they throw it again! I finally got frustrated and chewed it up.Then they got mad at ME for making a mess! They called me a bad dog, and put me in the kennel. That is the last time I'll care for this planet.
Giggly's PuppetHe is my puppet
His name is Roy
He is my puppet
Another of my toys
He is my puppet
Thinks he's right on his own
He is my puppet
I've got a plan fully grown
He is my puppet
I see the whole story
He is my puppet
But I give him some glory
He is my puppet
Unaware what I see
He is the puppet
To this CHS teen
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