Submissions by sAllard (Shayne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My purpose in life
Everyone I know always goes away in the end
i'm not sure who I should consider my friend
i'm a lost soul trying to find my purpose in life
hoping one day i'll find myself a beautiful wife
some days my mind feels confined
as memories and more memories clog my cloudy mind
I have disrespected my body and disrespected my mind
will I find my purpose in life?
I guess I'll find out in time
i'm not sure who I should consider my friend
i'm a lost soul trying to find my purpose in life
hoping one day i'll find myself a beautiful wife
some days my mind feels confined
as memories and more memories clog my cloudy mind
I have disrespected my body and disrespected my mind
will I find my purpose in life?
I guess I'll find out in time
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The week
Mondays are stressful
they rarely turn out successful
Tuesdays are boring
they always leave me snoring
Wednesdays are a bit more exciting
I usually find myself writing
Thursdays start getting you pumped for the weekend
counting your money your getting ready to spend
Fridays are a time to smile
just make sure you don't get too wild
Saturdays are full of people with drinks in there hands
steadily head bobbing to the music of a really sick band
Sundays are relaxing maybe go for a swim
or if you have a membership go hit up the gym
they rarely turn out successful
Tuesdays are boring
they always leave me snoring
Wednesdays are a bit more exciting
I usually find myself writing
Thursdays start getting you pumped for the weekend
counting your money your getting ready to spend
Fridays are a time to smile
just make sure you don't get too wild
Saturdays are full of people with drinks in there hands
steadily head bobbing to the music of a really sick band
Sundays are relaxing maybe go for a swim
or if you have a membership go hit up the gym
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People change and that's too be expected
if they change for the worse, they don't deserve to be respected
the good die young every single day
off to heaven they go as there soul flies away
some days my mind feels confined
as memories and more memories clog my cloudy mind
if they change for the worse, they don't deserve to be respected
the good die young every single day
off to heaven they go as there soul flies away
some days my mind feels confined
as memories and more memories clog my cloudy mind
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