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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
Jean's Valentine's Day songYour hair is really beautiful,I want to smell it all day,
but please don't let that Jeager bitch conviece you cut it away.
Since I become a soldier,they gave me a 3D gear,
it's really big ya know,but it's okay,never fear.
I can jump really high and do back-flips in the air,
and I usually fall back to a bed,if you want,you can come and stare.
Only in the thoiught of you hanging out with someone else,make me lose my mind,
I drop my faith in humanity on Connie's shirt and he says some words that,trust me,the're no kind.
So on this Valentine's Day I offer you myself,
because seriously who needs a lover who's not Jean Kirschtein?
Eren:Who's the bitch ya horseface?
Armin:Jean,the last sentence doesn't even rhyme...
Connie: Dude,I hate ya!!!
Marco:It's kinda cute though,good job!
Reiner:Wow Marco,you got passed by my gaydar!
Jean:GUYS!!!Shut up all of you!That's MY Valentine's song!
Jean:SCREW YOU JEAGER!!!!
'There's No God Up Here' - The Gagarin ExperienceWhen Yuri saw Earth,
He began to cry
When the Earth turned to him,
The Planet asked him
"Yuri, why do you cry?"
Gagarin hesitated, but replied
"Because, you are beautiful"
The Earth grinned and stated,
"No, Yuri - I am the reflection
Of all things on Earth
The love of humanity and its accomplishments
I am merely a mirror, Yuri
Gagarin returned to Earth soon after
As his shuttle was about to puncture the skin
Of his new found friend
He ejected and safely floated to the ground
People fled from him at first
For he looked like an alien
But he waved and said,
"No, I am a friend, comrades!"
He would yell again
"I am a friend!
A Soviet like you!"
He went on a search
For a telephone to Moscow
Once home, he is greeted
By another reflection of Earth
Alexey Leonov saw the smiling cosmonaut
And greeted with open arms
But before a reunion could occur
Nikita swooped in and cornered the man
Who was not even bound by the atmosphere
Merely hours earlier
"Did you see God up there?"
Dadadumbwhen the clown
it does make a sound
and it's not laughter
or a gasp in the making
it's just the sharp crack
of his funnybone breaking
The Dudethe dude,
twas his name.
his guns held low,
cock always ready.
No one dared draw
on the man called 'the dude'.
he walked with a strut,
and drank liquor like water.
his spurs were sharp as knives,
few would cross his path.
he never said much,
dubbed the 'quiet man',
though he let his gun do
a mighty fine lot of talkin!
when he did open his mouth,
his gruff could shake an entire canyon.
even the grizzly bears cringed
if he said something mean.
why they called him 'the dude'
nobody livin' knows.
some say cause he was cool as ice
others say was his father's name.
in the end,
it didn't matter.
the dude was the great cowboy even seen-
some even claimed the devil was a-feared of him.
i would've called him indestructible,
had 'the dude' not been killed.
was a death of heroes
make no mistake of that.
stung by a little bumble bee,
face swelled up like a donkey's hide.
his last words were 'damn critter'
and boom! twas the end of 'the dude'.
SchimmelplusserI am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser of The Gate
The Gate that I alone designed
Designed to then create
Ingress and egress I control
Control and cater for
For I am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser of The Door
This is no place for normal men
Men nor Women of soundly mind
Mind is a place for Pooka seers
Seers of Magic, not wonder blind
So if one day your mind might wander
Wander down to Chumleys Rest
Rest here awhile, while you recover
Recover yourself at our behest
And when you're safely gathered in
In snugly fitting tied-back shroud
Shroud yourself in thing's mischievious
Mischievious Rabbits and Mr.Dowd.
And now I'm old and going senile
Senile Dementia is my reward
For I am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser on the ward
"Aaah! You're a very brilliant man"
Madness~I don't remember what happened
I didn't even notice what stung me
Everything spins like a carousel
Madness travels across my skin
Lead or Ink"Hey, hi," Whispered the pen
"Write with me, write, my friend
Because ink stays for miles
Ink never dies-"
But the humble pencil spoke
and said, "Don't listen to this thick-inked bloke.
ink can be tear stains
Of an artist's lost lives
and can be dangerous
telling permanent lies."
The pen spoke up once more,
trying to accomplish what he started before.
"But my friend, listen to me
you won't regret your choice, you see"
The pencil argued back, yet again
hoping to beat his pin-headed friend
"you write wrong, so you erase
and pencil something in it's place
Pens and markers smear and stain
liquid blackness falls like rain"
To this, the pen just said
"Don't pay attention to this dull-head
I think he's already running out of lead
But look at me, and grasp your mind,
I am pure elegance, the best kind!
Pencils snap and break, easily severed
But me, my friend, I'll stay forever!"
I shook my head at this pointless fight
I wouldn't use either, they both weren't right
I left my chair and went to my
To ALL My Crazy Friendsyou drive me up the walls
and I need a roll of duck tape
but you make my laugh
and you make me smile
I trip you in the halls
you punch me in the face
and I won't change a thing
well maybe give you a mute button
and yes I love you all
(not in the lez way)
like a sister
or a brother
if you're a boy
but I know you'll stand by my side
and pick me back up
and I never want to lose you
not even the ones
I wish I each time I see you
so laugh it up
because the next one say
I have a problem of glairing at people
you're getting punched in the face
Funny things my sister said/done (now a deviation)My little sister is a riot! She says random things that make no sense at all, then starts running around in circles. She is insane. But I love her, and she said that if I don't publish her jokes she will kill my ketchup. (I know, wtf!)
"Want me to liquefy your barbecue sauce?"
"A farmer slithers punishingly away from a coffee shop. He whistles when he spots an alligator next to a red statue, then he says, "How unexpected! I guess you can't be too careful."
My sister started drawing a portrait of me. She realized it looked more like Thor, so she started drawing Thor instead. Then, when she drew the eyes slanted, it looked more like Loki, so she started drawing Loki. She drew a crooked nose and a creepy smile. She then named it 'Ronald McDonald'.
"I'm wearing big girl panties!"
She suddenly yelled, "OMG A BANANA!" When I looked the other way, she hid cheese in my pasta.
"Never trust someone with a clown on their shirt"
Once, I touched her stuffed animal. Then, she said, "You paralyzed he
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