Submissions by smallwonder333 (Crazo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
You Know Who You Are
Things meant to be,
A message clearly seen,
I began to think.
I'd like to kiss my lucky stars someday soon.
Its not very human of you,
To just not feel like it,
Or just feel like,
You're wasting your precious lifeline.
Fuck you asshole.
Yes I'll say it once more,
I'll raise it one octave higher please,
Misjudged to a degree,
Perceptually.
You're not who I thought you to be.
Don't just lean on me,
We watch out for each other,
Yet another system misconducted.
I can't believe your florescent light,
A true love is worth...
A message clearly seen,
I began to think.
I'd like to kiss my lucky stars someday soon.
Its not very human of you,
To just not feel like it,
Or just feel like,
You're wasting your precious lifeline.
Fuck you asshole.
Yes I'll say it once more,
I'll raise it one octave higher please,
Misjudged to a degree,
Perceptually.
You're not who I thought you to be.
Don't just lean on me,
We watch out for each other,
Yet another system misconducted.
I can't believe your florescent light,
A true love is worth...
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hues of the universe
The Hues of the Universe
Time waves display an effervescent interplay of lights and words,
The worlds mysterious conformity, whimsicality, and life continues onward,
As times happenstance swerves,
it’s way past due giving credit to the hues of the universe,
the delicate passionate love that God fills us with.
The way in which we play as humans is a gift,
it lifts our spirit’s,
a pendulum swings,
it rings on the hour,
the power of time binds us to try to accomplish mindful and meaningful endeavers,
The clock chimes and another hour goes...
Time waves display an effervescent interplay of lights and words,
The worlds mysterious conformity, whimsicality, and life continues onward,
As times happenstance swerves,
it’s way past due giving credit to the hues of the universe,
the delicate passionate love that God fills us with.
The way in which we play as humans is a gift,
it lifts our spirit’s,
a pendulum swings,
it rings on the hour,
the power of time binds us to try to accomplish mindful and meaningful endeavers,
The clock chimes and another hour goes...
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lyricist
Lyricist
I’m a lyricist of the purest form,
I adore a good time,
I need love and attention
to be at my best.
I’m a mess without the sentiments,
of best friends.
I’m a lover,
not a fighter,
I pull all niters,
celebrating life,
with all its insights.
I want to live in the limelight,
with breazies and bros,
wanting to rhyme on the mike,
like me,
cause my talent’s,
relentless.
I’m a lyricist of the purest form,
I adore a good time,
I need love and attention
to be at my best.
I’m a mess without the sentiments,
of best friends.
I’m a lover,
not a fighter,
I pull all niters,
celebrating life,
with all its insights.
I want to live in the limelight,
with breazies and bros,
wanting to rhyme on the mike,
like me,
cause my talent’s,
relentless.
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