anyone wanna write a poem together?
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if so i will start
why all of this wasted youth
it cant be really happening
why all of this wasted youth
it cant be really happening
set your laughter free
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
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and my pee-pee was left flappening.
Sorry, I'm not very good at poetry.
it cant be really happening
To the young the sound of a ripped page
immediately signifies, "broken."
So, youth is the page to be taped
with gummed words spoken in strings.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
and found his spare false front incisor,
its pink plastic plate gum speckled
with black flat splat dead midges,
mingled with streaks of pipe tobacco.
How the fake tooth gnarled and clawed
his memory like a rook beak at a worm
laughing, "Once you could bite at life,
once you had a stomach for this fight.
'You wasted time, time wastes you,
and it's happening, it's happened:
Synthetic bit parts will outlast you,
and your carbon death farts will only push
up bindweed from your grave, around a flower."
covered in dust and hidden behind germs, and geriatrics
in the library stacks
she's tracking back past the lack of facts
and creating her own
the province of youth unspoiled, yet torn, and unknown
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Acceptance Comes As Goodbye Taps The Readers Heart
It Must Be An Overwelcomed Stay
Yet Still I Will Leave
With A Big Banner Flying Across The Sky
I Love You It Says
It Says I Love You
Even Though I Traded Away All Your Cd's
I Love You
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
to be was-ted
strung-up boxes
binder paper
genocide dreaming
round the fascinating end
then...
when youth ages
nothing wasted
nothing gained
the synapse
the synapse
the horrifying loss
the bad chance
lost in cars
a new day brings
another thought lost
very sad
for whats gone bad
sit in a pool
of neverending blue
rising up from below
pulled in by the undertow
waiting for a word
to take away the end
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
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blessed in the backseat
thought rose up
through the moonroof seatheat
smoke and the cell-pop!
cameraflash, cameraflash
today, here in your hand
tomorrow, in the ground, ash
dayafter that, cold money, cash
and the dayafter that... a nice piece of
ass
the big fuck smile
stasis static
minutes aren't anything
empty the attic