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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 7:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 8:33 pm
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I have one; just a bunch of stupid rhyming though @_@
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Summer, it was supposed to be the time of our lives, now we're waiting here for the other to arrive. Summer, it was supposed to be you and me, now I guess its something we'll never see. Summer, it was supposed to be riding our bikes, and hanging out at the park, staying up all day, until it got dark. Summer, there was so much we could do, just the two of us; me and you. Summer, it'll never be what I guessed, if we wind up somehow, for that I'll be blessed
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:26 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 6:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:21 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:51 pm
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aciddwolff Roses are red Violets are blue I love you, do you love me too? Blood is crimson Tears are clear do you remember this time of year? The snow is beutiful but also cold and i remember who I love to hold And now I hate This time of year because now your gone and no on is near I wish that I could stop this cruel fate but now your gone and I was too late It's ok though My scars will heal and sometimes I'll have to deal I miss you so much you are so late and its hard to belive your filled with such hate Roses are red Violets are blue lets runaway because I love you! well here it is...hope you like it!
aww! That one is so sad!!!! The Happy Bunny one could be a children's book. It would be so cute!
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 8:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:06 am
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Damn it! Yeah, I'm starting this poem with a curse Don't over-react, it could be worse I could have started with the stereotypically loneliness The feeling that no one cares, tear-filled eyes out of focus Could have started with a beaten girl Described her soulless eyes and golden curls Said that she hated boys, hated her parents, hated the mean people at Micky D's Told of her trails, teasing, crying, being out of whip cream That she hated herself so much she took out a knife No- not to slice vegetables- but to end her life I could have talked about her loving heart Or her horrible up bringing, or her rocky start But I could have also started in a dark alley Told about a blood soaked rally Reminisced about vampires and their ability to bite Good God, that would surely cause you a fright! Perhaps I could say that love really sucks But I don't care, your sugar outta luck I could have told you how she put the gun to her head Oops she pulled the trigger, now she's dead It amuses me when poets just kill everyone off Guess they had nothing better to do *cough*cough Too many suicidal poems and kids shooting to kill Lets go for the good stuff, straight to the thrill Lets talk about nature- oh how fun! Or how a madman chased me during a morning run Lets add some undying devotion, throw in some tears Holy crap, this poem could go on for years! I could add a character that we all hate And then kill them off in some horrible fate Hmm, vampires, werewolves, death, tears and ghost This will surely be on highest rated, lets give a toast! But no, I won't be like all the rest Can't take anymore unoriginal poems, I gotta confess Tired of reading the same damn thing Tired of suicide ad jealousy's sting Go to the most popular, the 'best' But they are all like the rest! Lets get some new ideas flowing Instead of the same claptrap blowing I'm not going to tirade about how boys are hosers Don't want to be another predictable poser Okay, its over, rant done Hopefully a new era of poems has just begun
ok I finished this one, its more of a really LONG poem then anything..
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