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There's only two things in this world-

Imposters and their cock-and-bull stories

Like an informercial host on a holiday weekend,

They'll feed the feeble with lies

Who knew fables could erode our minds?

It's tearing us down

tearing us down,

These wildfires of arid breath

No fire engine could extinguish

No man could save

No man could be a cyclebreaker

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poetry sucks

i write poems

I MOVE CHICKENS

Just to Talk

 

Yesterday it rained

and I stood out in it

hoping

by chance

that you'd just happen to come outside.

But I knew that if you did come out,

we'd never be like we once were.

Maybe it's a good thing,

you didn't come out.

Besides,

who comes out in the rain

anymore

just to talk?

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Originally posted by darkeyes@Apr 9 2005, 05:02 PM

Just to Talk

 

Yesterday it rained

and I stood out in it

hoping

by chance

that you'd just happen to come outside.

But I knew that if you did come out,

we'd never be like we once were.

Maybe it's a good thing,

you didn't come out.

Besides,

who comes out in the rain

anymore

just to talk?

That's excellent.

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Blind Breathing

 

You seemed so sure of yourself,

looking the world in the eyes,

taking anything and everything that came your way with extreme grace.

You'd never back down,

but when it came to me,

you were afraid,

afraid of breathing,

afraid that the next breath you take could be your last.

 

So carefully you'd breath,

until those special moments,

when your heart would stop and I'd breath for you.

Special moments that made you so brave,

and confident,

you were almost blind!

 

Blinded by the true passion we shared,

like the sun setting,

everything was in its right place.

The starts were aline and so were our hearts,

beating in unison,

like the beat of a drum starting a massive war.

 

Then slowly the beating diminished,

and came to an end.

And just like that,

your heart got off beat,

and you could breath again.....

 

 

EDIT: not sure why I added the quote, I just did!!!

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ok I wrote this when I was 13 so' date=' I know it sucks.

 

this love is so delicate

so refined

i feel like a child again

everything is precious

everything is made of crystal

when you are near me, i find that the world is not so fierce

snow everywhere

innocence

you take my hand and catch as I fall[/quote']

 

 

when i next see an eighteen year old write a poem of this quality, I'll give them a second galnce

when i next see a sixteen year old write a poem of this quality, I'll let you know

when i next see a thirteen year old write a poem of this quality I'll call you

when i see a ten year old write a poem of this quality, I'll invest money into my local school

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when i next see an eighteen year old write a poem of this quality' date=' I'll give them a second galnce

when i next see a sixteen year old write a poem of this quality, I'll let you know

when i next see a thirteen year old write a poem of this quality I'll call you

when i see a ten year old write a poem of this quality, I'll invest money into my local school[/quote']

 

Maybe I don't get what you are saying

 

But don't be mean, either way you are.

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Maybe I don't get what you are saying

 

But don't be mean' date=' either way you are.[/quote']

 

it wasn't a poem.

 

what I meant, is that your poem was very very good, especially for a 13 year old.

have you got any more poems? (recent ones)

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don't talk to me about love and romance

if you've already decided it won't happen

do not preach on growing up

if all you've done is let clothes slacken

don't tell me that it's wrong to dream

if dreaming to you is to sit and stare

and do not tell me to be quiet

if you're not here to hear me swear.

do not tell me god is love

if church is something you've foregone

or tell me lies if the truth is something

you have not agreed upon

and let me fall without a struggle

if i say i want you to

don't press upon my mind of starch

an image of another you.

 

me, aged 13, slightly peeved with my arse of a mother.

you can tell i was young and naive because it rhymes and everyone know that proper poetry doesn't rhyme cause it's like, abstract, man.

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Wow i should really check the size of stuff b4 i post:icon_lol:

 

no that's ok i mean:

 

LOOK HOW BIG THIS IS AND YOU MIGHT NOT EVER READ IT ALL. SO WHAT THE FUCK THIS POEMS SUCKS I AM THE TWISTED CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD. I WIPE YOUR BLOOD ON MY BANDOLEER SHOT YOU IN THE FACE CAUSE I'M A FUCKING PISTOLEER AND YOU ARE A DEVIL MAN'S FAT TIS.

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