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 was her 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.
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 herdWithout 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
DeathWhen I dieI want to explodeI want the soul to come charging out of this shell with such violencethat my ribs are split down the middle and opened like a walnutthe headgonescattered in bits on the wallsthe floormy guts blasted onto the ceiling so thatbelatedlykidneys and intestines will fall upon the doctor or nurse that attendsthe skin will splitas my soul jumps for the lightmy leg bones will rise up in the bedand danceacross the floorout the doorto the elevator and out into the streetonto the cars in trafficmy gory feet will dance!kicking gobs of bad flesh at screaming spectatorsuntil my soul finds the openingthe way OUTand i am finallygone
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!!!
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
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
When life gives you LEMONS...When life gives you lemons, SUCK THEM.When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in their eyes.When life gives you lemons, give them back and demand for chocolates.When life gives you lemons, paint them red & call them APPLES.When life gives you lemons, throw em hard like hand grenades.When life gives you hand grenades, paint them yellow, disguise them as lemons and pull the pin.When life gives you lemons, make lemon peel wings and fly too close to the sun. Trust me, they won't melt.When life gives you lemons, shove 'em thru yer ass and die.When life gives you lemons, use them as a dildo.When life gives you lemons, feed yo mama n make her so fat so people can jog around her for exercise.When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. No no, you eat those lemons, THEN sell your PEE as LEMONADE.When life gives you lemons, THEYRE THE NEW GREEN DAY HEART GRENADES.When life gives you lemons, PUKE.When life gives you lemons, who needs plastic surgery on yer chest?When life gives
3 WordsThere are 3 words I wishedI could have whispered in your ears.Just 3 words.Yet they are so powerful that they couldMake the mightiest man cry.As much as I would have wanted to say them,I couldn’t.I didn’t know how.Too awkward, I suppose.Many have triedAnd it ruined their connections.So I kept it in.To hold onTo what we already had.Fragmented memories,Of tears & Laughter.I didn’t want to let go of that.I was too afraid,To make things worse than they were.But today,Ah yes, today,I will break that silence.Before I die,I want to tell you,I hate you.Bitch.
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.