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this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful
because a ferocious looking black dog i heard in my head kept demanding "go write poem, go write home, oh, and the dog's nme was SAM and i hear tell, he had a son named Sam
SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET
i can't tell you right now....a rich lady with blinders on is outside honking me to come down...i'll tell you some other time
BECAUSE THOSE PEOPLE NEED A HUG
YOU KNOW, MILDRED DOVER' BROTHER SILLY, BEN DOVER AND I HAPPEN TO BE BRAD PITT'S BROTHER STU PITT
ALL RIGHT...I LIED ABOUT THE PROFANITY, I'LL WORRY ABOUT MY MORALITY AND YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR VANITY (NOT THE ONE IN THE REST ROOM)
come to think of it, when i left my wife after 26 arduous years i would have gone to prison but instead Denise rescued me WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
YEAH, I MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE AND JAMES DEAN WRITES ME TO REQUEST THAT I TEACH HIM HOW TO BE COOL. HEY, I'M SO COOL HOW COULD I SAY NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UN-COOL
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
I DON'T REALY SEE ANY PARAKEETS DIE JUST CUZ PEOPLE WUD READ MY STUPH ~free!~
mad one day
people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura
this poem was written because someone dressed sort of like The Green Lantern held a gun to my head and threatened to waste my brain (hollow as it may be) if i didn't write this poem. OKAY BIG SHOTS, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? google water charity see what $20 can do thanks ~free cee!~
i wrote this because it is my belief that we are all doomed to hell, and heaven is going to go out of business due to bankruptcy!
I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~
becauses i hang with my homies in the hood and we hollar at each other. none of us is angry but they say, "give me a hollar" so i screm at them. nice bro's,
well, i always do things only half correct so i'll probably die of semi-colon cancer
Because some may have one more or another and can keep writing and then other may not, Just that one more time.
The Rain Drips from the overflowing Gutters Landing atop My head Soaking to the bone The peace I once had, Knowing I was protected from the rain, Is now a fading memory. If only I could go back in time to when the gutters were not filled with an
I,m Down in a hole With no where to go Locked in this trap Inside my mind. Let me ask my inner self When no one is around Talking to shadows For answers unsure Pick like the game show But pick the right door. If not you will end up Among t
The twisting and turning, space and time. My head about to explode, pulling my spirit from my body. I feel it twist through the synapses, along the serotonin levels of time to begin to make me "Normal" The label I heave been given. Electric sho
Im trapped in this life of mine Created by failures and disappointments But they say everybody hurts Just really didn't think I had enough but just as I cherish the precious joy still everybody hurts, just some more than others. If I leave to
A Pain Stricken Robin With A Bitter Song As The Days and Nights Grow Ever Long Yearns For Peace And Comforts Of His Home With Another Bird To Call His Own The Sands of Time Slip By The Pain Now Stronger In His Eyes With A Single Tear He Sta
they can't get in I cant get out. I am safe for now. My heart is closed off from pain. pain of hearing that I don't make the cut. Pain from losing what I once loved.The reality is that I was there to much. your freedom was gone. Or that's what you th
I"m in my on zone came from a broken home house full of hustlers addicted to the provolone harsh city crooked economy people hate so much they"ll try and snuff out the nominee by:CRIZZO CITY ent. for. Publishing write me back
As I wrote this, I was thinking of different examples of strife in one's life and I came up with this.
a transmitting memory an eventful repository for a feeling in a time without healing stiring brewing loving hoping crying and inevitably dying, aimlessly wondering enjoying and not pondering living in steps of heaven of the golden roses glow ending u
beyond the temper, beyond the grave, a reason i am forever saved, a sacred question not yet to be answered, for a reason there is, as will not be said, why was it written, why was it not answered, why is it called death, when it is only your final br
As the great optimist I am, there are still days that feel heavy. Today was a day and a special friend at my side would not have been wrong. Is there life there is hope ..... or? However maybe sometimes the written word are heavier than my mood. However it is certainly a few lines with well-chosen words to taste at, the taste is bitter and harsh. Passion and longing, hope and despair, we've all been through it....
the pain in the heart defies knowone, the river of the gentle confirms all, seperate are the ones open, as living devines death, unknown mountains walk as is the sea living the life the eternaly free!..
i ain't never been no saint but beieve me, she's been a whore for us just for smokes)
I HOPE THAT ANGEL USES SOMETHING FOR THE DISH DETERGENT THAT WILL MAKE HER HANDS FEEL ANGELICALLY SOFT..OH WAIT..THEY ALREADY ARE
i ain't got time.....the b*tch who owns the Lexus and is treating me to a steak dinner is honking like crazy byyyyeeeee!
EVERYTHING BUT SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER, I GAVE THAT TO BETTY BRAZIL
I WROTE THIS CUZ THE b*tch WON'T SHUT UP AND SO AS LONG AS I'M HIDING FROM HER i MAY AS WELL HAVE AUTHORED THIS POEM
AND THE REST IS HIS STORY
WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF A PERSON ALMOST DYING IS IN AN AMBULANE AND THE AMBULANCE DRIVER HAD A HEART ATTACK? AND TO NUMBER ONE, SEE, YOU NEED A GOOD SUBJECT MATTER, NOT JUST WORDS STRUNG TOGETHER IMPROPERLY AND FOR NIL!
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO "MALTINE" WASN'T THAT THE LITTLE OBJECT KID SAID STUPH IN?
SOME YOUNG DUDE IN THE HOOD WHERE I HANG AND HOLLAR AT MY HOMIES MADE THIS INTO A RAP SONG.....MUSIC AND ALL.....EVERYONE WHO HAD A HAND IN MAKING THAT DEMO REALLY LIKED, BUT WE WERE THE ONLY ONES
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