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Summer Break and bored as fuck. Wishing Nik was here. He always makes me laugh. Either that or we always find something to talk about to pass away the day. I have no clue as to what the fuck im gonna do for break. NO CLUE. I’ll just have to come up with a sleeping disorder…

ALAS! THE UNRARE SPECIES: The Posers

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ALAS! THE UNRARE SPECIES: The Posers

I am the Poser
I like to strut about
Showing off the image
That gives me lots of clout
My clothes must all have labels
Not luggage ones but style
To wear the gear from M and S
No chance! I’d run a mile
My Specs of course! designer
My shoes from Jimmy Choo
My undies Janet Regan
I own a ‘Rolex’ too!

To me what is important
Not famine, war or crime
The very latest fashion news
That’s much more in my line

If I buy just labels
The need to shop has gone
To make the right impression
I’d simply sew them on!

8:58 PM

stop tellin me what to think,
‘Cuz i don’t wanna dress in pink.
i’m not a bimbo like you,
i live my life just for me,
not for popularity.
you think people like you,
let me give you clue.
only you like you,
to every one else your shit.

you have a few friends but they are clones,
just made from your own skin and bones.
you kiss teachers arses, your perents to,
if any ones against you:
“your daddy will fire my daddy to.”
WELL GUESS WHAT! WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT!!

TO: The Preps

I’ll tell you why the others pretend,
to like you and be your friend.
you have a lot of conections,
there scared of you.
i’ll just say it to your face,
then what are you gonna do.
oh i know…

“your daddy will fire my daddy too.”

8:52 PM

Poetry

Sit and listen as I mesmerize you,
I can baffle even the wisest mind.
And teach even the smartest man everything he needs to know.
Watch as I overflow the soft blue lines,
And the meaningless pencil marks fade away,
I am much more then words can say.
I am not yours,
I belong too many across this world,
But my greatness is only found in few.
I am like the picture that speaks.
And in so few words, I am everything.
I am everything you are,
Every word your heart has to say
I am the blood of your soul
Pouring out of you like water,
Staining these sheets with the passionate words on which I thrive.
I am every thought in your mind,
Every dream you’ve ever had.
I am every rage, every greed, and
Every passion that you’ve ever felt.
I am your teacher.
I can tell you everything about yourself,
And leave you in wonder of your on words,
I am poetry.

8:40 PM

FareWell

I am followed by my shadow ‘til I’m cut down.
What is his view of the world – stalking a ghost
Of a man who once was so proud – now weary.
I tread on holy grow and pray for a miracle,
I need to realise what it means to be alive.
Time passes like the breeze that kisses my neck,
My life was a waste – such a waste of time.
Cut me down – before I take flight again.

So let me introduce you to the end –
So long – my life’s been a dream
So tired of it – I need something new
Something to take my breathe away.
Inhale the purity of freedom – its ecstasy.
I need to taste rapture – farewell!

I am followed by shadow ‘til I elude it all,
I take flight – spread my wings – ascend,
My faith in a better world raises me higher.
What does my shadow see – a view from below?
I have reformed; cease to be a phantom –
I can say I am a man again – without you.
Settle on new ground – no need to pray,
My prayers have been answered – I’m free.

So let me introduce you to the end –
So long – my life’s been a dream
So tired of it – I need something new
Something to take my breathe away.
Inhale the purity of freedom – its ecstasy.
I need to taste rapture – farewell!

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Hate To Love

I See people with no love
No love to give
Just an ability to hate
An ability to take
Their world is as dark as despair
No love for others nor a care
In their lonely worlds
Words they speak unkind
Spat out in defiance
While struggling with their tortured minds
But soon to fan the flames again
And try to redirect the blame
Their shame.
I see people that love
A beautiful scene
Secure in thenselves families and friends
A lovers dream
Self respect and love around
The love that meant to be abound
This is the world the haters hate
But they fail to see their mistake….
8:36 PM

Whats So Special

where are you now
what are you doing
how is life now that you have her
don’t worry it’s okay
i’ll get over it
i’ll get over you
maybe…
god, i loved you so much
and i still do
can’t you see
i know she’s better than me
and you deserve her
i just want to know,
what am i supposed to do
my life, my world was you
and now your gone
i’m so alone
but she makes you happy
i see how you smile around her
i should be used to this
getting thrown to the side
because you found someone better
why can’t i get over this
what is so special about you

8:35 PM

Last Call For Love

Searching for a symmetry,
a face that turns the night
from heavy shelves of vain regret
to hopes of dawn-blessed light;

watching through an empty glass,
a local room in town;
a smile that shows the world is young
in seconds steals a frown

and in walks love, without a sound
no clattered, chattered doors;
a simple thing delayed by words
and eyes at grounded floors

the cliché of a racing heart
becomes a thump so real,
to wake the man so sorry now
once praying not to feel;

descriptions of her hair, these eyes,
temptations failed by lines
that try to write a simple thing:
of love – the certain signs.

8:30 PM

This looks fun…thank you zack for occupying my time with this survey

*>If I were a month, I’d be: April
*>If I were a day of the week, I’d be: Saturday
*>If I were a time of day, I’d be: 8:00 a.m.
*>If I were a planet, I’d be: Neptune
*>If I were a sea animal, I’d be: Manta Ray
*>If I were a direction, I’d be: SouthEast
*>If I were a liquid, I’d be: KY Jelly
*>If I were a tree, I’d be: Weeping Willow
*>If I were a bird, I’d be: Humming Bird
*>If I were a tool, I’d be: Dimond Drill Bit
*>If I were a flower/plant, I’d be: Daisy
*>If I were a kind of weather, I’d be:
A simple rain during a lovers kiss
*>If I were a mythical creature, I’d be: A Fairy
*>If I were a musical instrument, I’d be: violin
*>If I were a color, I’d be: a bright clear blue
*>If I were an emotion, I’d be: passion.
*>If I were a vegetable, I’d be: okra
*>If I were a fruit, I’d be: kiwi
*>If I were a sound, I’d be: the wind
*>If I were a song, I’d be: “La Vie En Rose”
*>If I were a movie, I’d be: Chicago
*>If I were a food, I’d be: Sauted Shrimp or Kimche
*>If I were a dessert, I’d be: Chocolate
*>If I were a place, I’d be: The Top Of The World
*>If I were a material, I’d be: suade
*>If I were a taste, I’d be: Peacan Jack (Whiskey)
*>If I were a scent, I’d be: Cinnamin
*>If I were A word, I’d Be: Bitchin
*>If I were an object, I’d be:
*>If I were a body part, I’d be: lips
*>If I were a facial expression, I’d be: WTF
*>If I were a subject in school, I’d be:
*>If I were a cartoon character, I’d be: bobo bear
*>If I were a shape, I’d be: haxagon x efiniity (a Diamond)
*>If I were a number, I’d be: 7

Dear Preps

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stop tellin me what to think,
‘Cuz i don’t wanna dress in pink.
i’m not a bimbo like you,
i live my life just for me,
not for popularity.
you think people like you,
let me give you clue.
only you like you,
to every one else your shit.

you have a few friends but they are clones,
just made from your own skin and bones.
you kiss teachers arses, your perents to,
if any ones against you:
“your daddy will fire my daddy to.”
WELL GUESS WHAT! WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT!!

TO:  The Preps

I’ll tell you why the others pretend,
to like you and be your friend.
you have a lot of conections,
there scared of you.
i’ll just say it to your face,
then what are you gonna do.
oh i know…

“your daddy will fire my daddy too.”

Poetry

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Sit and listen as I mesmerize you,
I can baffle even the wisest mind.
And teach even the smartest man everything he needs to know.
Watch as I overflow the soft blue lines,
And the meaningless pencil marks fade away,
I am much more then words can say.
I am not yours,
I belong too many across this world,
But my greatness is only found in few.
I am like the picture that speaks.
And in so few words, I am everything.
I am everything you are,
Every word your heart has to say
I am the blood of your soul
Pouring out of you like water,
Staining these sheets with the passionate words on which I thrive.
I am every thought in your mind,
Every dream you’ve ever had.
I am every rage, every greed, and
Every passion that you’ve ever felt.
I am your teacher.
I can tell you everything about yourself,
And leave you in wonder of your on words,
I am poetry.