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werewolf
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Epitaph
Your eyes they met with mine the other day,
and laughs and fears were swallowed by my mind,
which silent, beseeched you to look away,
as to your new look it was newly blind.
To soothe a child, and desperately equate
the ancient vague that stole from me your kiss
To one moment's chance simple twist of fate,
is to slight a whole pantheon's eclipse.
Let my world slink seductive on through time,
still my tongue's parade of distant theory,
artificial rhythms like a poems rhyme,
Discourse betrayed by eyes, worn, and weary
So now don't say "you were almost right on"
Remember that I was, am, and am gone.
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werewolf
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Ode to the moderate
The paths, side grasses, and air are quite frozen.
And a young man walks through them with quiet haste.
Has any step of his gait not been chosen,
Has anything in this world not been faced?
There is little boisterousness in the odd bird's song,
And the fury of a storm, is now morning dew.
And a nostalgic energy makes his paces long,
As a poem once thought godlike passes him through.
Our stiching and unstitching is all for naught,
Our poems are mere death throes, or birthing love sighs.
The unborn and youth once thought finely wrought,
Can be seen as they are in his resigned slowing eyes.
We are not the sweet sputter of a bird's punctured lung,
nor shifting gods waltzing writing poems void of hunger.
Down a road at twilight one man is now flung.
As his memories become sacrificially younger.
Memories of glad grace, faith in footholds and forms
Beyond the fury, the colors, haunt a tired walk
To almost running, stopping, a cloud's endless reforms.
Obliterated, bemused youth. Others play and gawk.
Our souls embrace a paradox, ever changing and yet still.
We climb blind jacob's ladder rung by rung.
There are friends, weeping and laughing, and rapture and will.
But we all die young.
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stork daddy
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hmmm just a tad melodramatic
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werewolf
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shut up you...don't make me hurt me
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werewolf
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Well, we'll see...perhaps we could get naked...it's such a nice thing to share
Oh you act as if you like my world...you act as if you care
But i know...i'm no fool...i'm no plot device...no psycho-tool.
I don't want a part in your passion play, i don't want to be part of you in that way,
So rest easy man whore...i'll write my own...
no pressure man whore...and no throne...
it's just you and me...and the night
and what was wrong, ain't far from right...
But what of what was right?
Look into my eyes, go ahead and tell me what they mean....
They're overwhelmed tonight...
No...it's just the first time you've seen
But i'm a poet...
You're a pretentious jackass...
I did not know that...
They never do...
that's one of my favorites, it was from a musical me and my friend were trying to write. he knew music. haha...god i must be bored...it's 442 am. and i hate essays sometimes.
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silentbob
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shattered_face
Well I'm so glad I'm paranoid, now I know who my enemies are
I can see them when they come, if they're near or if they're far
Call me scared or call me stupid - I'm the one of us ahead
why do you tell me not to be cynical? I'm the one who's been mislead
People stare at me if I'm coming their way
Don't play around with me, today is not my day
call me pathetic, call me lonely, I'm the one that ends up on top
and when i cackle my lovely cackle it will make your jaw drop
you can insult my opinions - you can even call me dumb
Say I lack personality and i will beat you til you're numb
I'm so glad I have no mercy - now i know i'll never lose
Why do you hate such innocent people? Are you like Hitler with the Jews?
Are you Benito Mussolini in a fascist craze?
And you'd end up killing the good guy just cuz he had "Faggot Ways"
The Grim reaper walks among us - he is here for sure
After you made the plague did you kill the cure?
did you kill Phil Hartman? did you shoot him in the head?
are you the reason lennon left us? Are you the reason John is dead?
How often do you call your mother? is she always on the phone?
are you the one who left your lover? is that the reason you're all alone?
I'm so glad the page is turning - maybe now I'll win the race
But every time I look in the mirror all i see is your shattered face
I'm so glad the sand is falling - now it means we're outta luck
is that your lady callin? Do you even give a fuck?
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