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HJSHREEVE
I'm a cool, cool cat.
I, am a codeine dream,
A school girl sex gallery,
Man and beast entwined.
I am a finger short of a hand,
The madness of your painted lines,
A vegetarian at a steakhouse.
The dope fiend of pleasantville
A worm in your bowel,
Sometimes the soft centre of your cookie.
I am the unread text message,
I am what I am
The bi sexual orgies,
The images you protect,
The monster under your bed.
I am cheap Chinese furniture
Your deepest darkest hour
I am a product of poor environment
The product of bad parenting
The...
A school girl sex gallery,
Man and beast entwined.
I am a finger short of a hand,
The madness of your painted lines,
A vegetarian at a steakhouse.
The dope fiend of pleasantville
A worm in your bowel,
Sometimes the soft centre of your cookie.
I am the unread text message,
I am what I am
The bi sexual orgies,
The images you protect,
The monster under your bed.
I am cheap Chinese furniture
Your deepest darkest hour
I am a product of poor environment
The product of bad parenting
The...
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Chibi
Battle Cry Of A Teen
We are the Children of the night. We are The Ravers, The
Hackers, The B-Boys and The Slackers that you see everyday.
You see us as Matt or Rob or Chris… but we see each other as
Chibi, Rubiks, and Action. Our tags tell you who we are and
where we're from. We live in a world where the DJ is king
and the music never stops. We live in a world where there
is no right or wrong….only fun and boring. We live in a
world where the days aren't divided by light and dark…yet,
divided by sleep, but sleep doesn't have to come at night or
every night. In our world we have...
Hackers, The B-Boys and The Slackers that you see everyday.
You see us as Matt or Rob or Chris… but we see each other as
Chibi, Rubiks, and Action. Our tags tell you who we are and
where we're from. We live in a world where the DJ is king
and the music never stops. We live in a world where there
is no right or wrong….only fun and boring. We live in a
world where the days aren't divided by light and dark…yet,
divided by sleep, but sleep doesn't have to come at night or
every night. In our world we have...
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KittyFromHell
Forbidden Fruit
She's my forbidden fruit
Growing sweet from the tree of sin
Her beauty bright
And her scent intoxicating
Pulling me closer in
She is cool and refreshing
Dripping like cool dew in the morning
I am her sun
And her bad fallen angel
Her innocence slowly dying
She is untainted and enticing
Her kisses hot like fresh cookies
Her tongue explores
Where it's never dared to be
Taste sweet like bee honeys
Growing sweet from the tree of sin
Her beauty bright
And her scent intoxicating
Pulling me closer in
She is cool and refreshing
Dripping like cool dew in the morning
I am her sun
And her bad fallen angel
Her innocence slowly dying
She is untainted and enticing
Her kisses hot like fresh cookies
Her tongue explores
Where it's never dared to be
Taste sweet like bee honeys
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naijapoeteket
Night Party
We thought we would enjoy ourselves
Round the clock from twelve to twelve
In May, a few days to June
We were drawn out by the tune.
Democracy, cool dance, so cool
So we were taught in school.
All would become part of the dance.
That on deck, will be all hands.
And so here we are since may
Like children, waiting to play
Under the glare of the full moon
To rehearse the dance in June.
Our tongue laden with songs to sing
We would dance the night away
And forever forget our years of pain.
Now here we are, pregnant with thoughts....
Round the clock from twelve to twelve
In May, a few days to June
We were drawn out by the tune.
Democracy, cool dance, so cool
So we were taught in school.
All would become part of the dance.
That on deck, will be all hands.
And so here we are since may
Like children, waiting to play
Under the glare of the full moon
To rehearse the dance in June.
Our tongue laden with songs to sing
We would dance the night away
And forever forget our years of pain.
Now here we are, pregnant with thoughts....
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rainbow_sunshine
Wendy
Wendy
The last cigarette in the pack
Would you like to share
my last cigarette?
It's always been
my favorite one.
The flame eagerly licking
it's bottom
gets us going,
and as the invasion of my lungs
begins
I take is slow.
Utterly indulging
this ten minute break
from the world,
I choose to use it
to take a minute or two
off my life
in exhange for the feeling
of sublime satisfaction-
the last
long cool drag
from the last cigarette
in the pack.
my last cigarette?
It's always been
my favorite one.
The flame eagerly licking
it's bottom
gets us going,
and as the invasion of my lungs
begins
I take is slow.
Utterly indulging
this ten minute break
from the world,
I choose to use it
to take a minute or two
off my life
in exhange for the feeling
of sublime satisfaction-
the last
long cool drag
from the last cigarette
in the pack.
1663 reads
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TryHarderMartyr
petrus
petrus
I thought there was something cool about you until you died and I never saw you anymore
You were alone last Tuesday
alone all last week
You did not choke loud enough
None of your cats seem to miss you
except Mr. Muffles
he meows your name, I swear
Your house feels as empty as ever
I have your will in hand
I have forged my signature
I will be taking your bed
I will be smelling your sheets on a daily basis
I am not sad that you are dead
I only liked you a little
alone all last week
You did not choke loud enough
None of your cats seem to miss you
except Mr. Muffles
he meows your name, I swear
Your house feels as empty as ever
I have your will in hand
I have forged my signature
I will be taking your bed
I will be smelling your sheets on a daily basis
I am not sad that you are dead
I only liked you a little
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