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All
I really wanted at the time. Dedicated to the lost loves.
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Equal
parts.
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To
a friend, a fleeting girl, and her wishes for me to fix
them.
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Anger
is like explosives.
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Sometimes
my dad...
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My
love or shall I say, hate for the virus named gossip.
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Time's
evil.
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The
proposal to the one I'll love forever.
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To
a friend...till death do us part.
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Stop
bothering me. Leave me alone. I'm OK.
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I
can't belive it ends this way.
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Written
in a chat room, to testify my writing skills.
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One
of those middle school poems...read the title.
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Just
writing...this is what stole my mind.
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Ok,
so KoRn has a song with this title...I need a name change.
(suggest in the guestbook.)
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Not
complete...
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Sometimes,
I wish I could just trade lives with people.
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Suicide
in a shell-casing in a poem. (Warning: sad and dark folks.)
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Things
change but "we" will stay the same.
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Dear
Dad.
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When
I look into her eyes.
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The following section of poems are part of a daily challenge that I set out for myself, so in short most of the poems may reflect the mood that I was feeling for that coresponding day. Enjoy these, some of my best poems are here. Titles reflect the date. ; ) Describing these are hard to do, so they won't have a description. |
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