Timothy Long Poems

i just want to cry,
why won't you let me die,
kill me please as i can not kill myself,
im dead for all i know,
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oh giving tree, oh giving tree, why don't you give to me, candy and treats with music of all sorts of beats, all sizes and shapes with magical grapes, old and young come along just to play
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The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped race of the slaved. That man is the great Abraham Lincoln. Abe was assassinated by the evil who he tried to help.
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Once upon a time, amongst guns and shiny badges, money would be taken and applauded aloud men of bad are celebrities now hard are they to be found? Oh Robin Hood would they gun down, like cowards to the crowd, betrayance continued, rebellious continued more, what a throbbing once of the mind a sensation so overwhelming, is something to fight for in fact worth dying for? Who would liver this time? An image that hides behind ink and metal, amidst their joy to the police's tragedy, a paradise leading to another time, the person who shoots is bloodless, so cold, cultures collide, they fought the law 'saying I stoop and did it my way' and the law won, one eliminated another, no sun will shine for their day today, no more moon to play under, drew the short stick, call it the gangsters redemption, all others to shame, no pain, for the gun to cry a disgrace the public enemy go and tired, a tale they drew the bad that became bloody in the end.
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Carry me home, carry me home, houses will burn, but you will go home, promise? things will get heavy and so will the stress, bear it for them or me? horrible things to witness, know what witness, the risk involved, what a fatal attraction, fighting for those who can't, red or blue, stand up for you, carry you home, carry you home, tools will rot, machinery will fail, keep a promise to always fight, will you? always do the duty to the best of abilities and valor, nothing is more important than safety, stay safe, can you? therapy can't help those horrid images, your brotherhood will, extreme emotional disturbance, dying is a part of the act, if lucky you will survive, go home for me, will you? carry me home, carry me home, recklessness, family comes first, nothing else really matters, anything? a oddessy to survive, to fight, to help, follow this home in life as only those true can, houses will burn, but you will go home, promise?
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The ugly man is bound,
With no respect to be found,
He lives life as a recluse,
Others see him as a sad excuse,
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Me allamo timothy
no soy ni deserdenado ni reservado
soy sociable, artistico, deportista
todas los dias yo estudioso, musica, deportista, y escrbir
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