I'm not on drugs, don't smoke or drink,
Or stay out partying all night.
I appear to be this amazing kid,
But I can't do anything right.
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The power blinks out
and the clock flashes
endlessly
12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00
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I'm so sick of love
And the pain it has caused.
I'm drowning in tears;
Will it ever stop?
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Tears well up, threatening to o'erspill these blackened lashes.
Blackened; That's what society calls fashion.
Little girls playing in mother's make-up.
Wind, whispering through bright, green-leaved trees.
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Thy tender heart beats lightly in thy bosom.
Thine angelic face I cradle close, whispering words of comfort to soothe thy troubled sleep.
Thou knowest not the depths of mine heart,
As it beats stolidly for thee alone.
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Must poems always be about love, or hate?
Must they always mention God, or fate?
I want to write a poem that's new
But something you can still relate to.
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Here at the show
I'm in the front row
The band starts to play
Been waiting all day
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Standing alone in an abandoned street,
The dark of night closing in...
Gazing up at the sky, trying to rein myself in...
My mind scattering like a million red birds aflutter.
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Your fingertips graze across my skin...
Soft lips gently caress my warm flesh...
Exquisite pleasure building within...
A sinful lust you can't hold back...
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Tiny dropp of purity
Small dose of harsh reality
A sign of spirituality
Can be both good and bad
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