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      A storm, A wave, A serenade? Premises to start an escapade An understanding Of the hard to wind music box Of the artist’s pox
The creaturesThey singThe creaturesThey danceThe creaturesThey ringThe creaturesThey glance
I saw you there, My loyal guide, A man of raven hair and blue eyes, Quite tall in stature, With cream skin, You took my hand, Then we began, We walked along an empty field, 
Deep in the darkness, The goo falls on down, Right from the ceiling, Onto the ground, Then there before me, Lies my own head, That sings to me songs, That fill me with dread,
There's a monster in my closet, He tells me how I'll die, He tells me when I'll go, When I'll say goodbye, Oh this monster in my closet, Hears a tap on my window, There's a crow waiting,
Time gives time for time to move on from the things time has put into play in a haste it has placed the time for mistakes the time to erase what was said when you laced into ears into eyes into hearts with your lies we have tried to misplace the d
My Uncle joined the circus, which is okay, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Truth is, that sort of thing really creeps me out, like how  Lunchables 
The mind, my mind, is a melting pot. I add and add stuff and singing Baggage and things. The pot can only hold so much, Not enough it seems. People dump their stuff inside
I come to seek a Great Perhaps In a world where I can be okay i'll confess my sins and won't dwell on the cut communication i won't Divide the world into versions of me or You
Your toes, hand them over. Without toes I'm sober.   To see your little piggies dancing- It's all so entrancing.   If the socks come off, I'll never be far off.  
I didn't feel it, So I didn't right it. But you Still Needed To Know . . . . . . Suck it
666 Or 17 years of age I was 18 When you messed me up. I tried You tried Money was And is an issue, And I only got 6.66 dollars In my bank account. It sucks.
Once upon a time, There was a beautiful girl. Her hair smelled of rotten pine, Skin rotting off in whirls.   "Beauty," the Prince said
Clothes are good,Clothes are bad,Clothes have blood,Clothes get sad. When one decides to hurt a cloth,And tear its heart-seams inside out,The cloth will never open bothIts mind and soul to people now. The hat, the shirt, the sock, the shoe,With fe
My brain is always three steps ahead of my fingers and my soul is three steps ahead of my brain   I find my fingers bleeding from the letters scribbled across veins   and tea spills the river of dawn
Wow
It feels weird. Standing along the walls. Watching everyone have to go through it all. All the suffering and self exploration. I'm glad, a few years ago, i gave myself that explotation.
When I was in middle school, I got bored very easily As if the world's inhabitants were made to appease me with their amusing conversations and abilities, my life was as an audience member
She once killed a man named Freddie Doo. For he loved to fondle with her shoe. So she chopped him into pieces, Which she sent to her nieces Did I mention that she is a cow named Moo Moo?
I'm there green air as i twirl my curly hair one speaks to me i want to flee to the warmth of my home i want to retreat Hello words used in ordinary conversations lip biting, awkards movements
You
Hello, my name is not important You are You are very important You have skills And look, AH, you can read! This is exciting
You ate the moon,  Stealing the light out of my sky It's dark inside and outside, And I'm stumbling across the ground The wind shakes the drees And the branches reached for me,
Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything. Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that? What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?
     I can't live without my lipstick The same way I cannot live without lips      My face would be incomplete And my social life would fall apart      How awful would that be? To lose your lips, but worse
My teeth are yellow My feet are green What an interesting sight to be seen   My toes are black My hands are white I hope I can still fly a kite  
I saw you lying prostrate in your bed of bones and crumbs
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night  
Authenticity - A Life Unmasked     Tall
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
I have a hole in my head. It's not that big - (not that large really) Like the skin and bone disappeared And a gap was left in its stead.   Oh, but I don't mind it Fig -
I don’t wear makeup everyday.
I am young and feel as if I don't have a voice. The things in my life I don't have a choice. Others try to give encouragement and advice, but how do I know the truths from lies?
Weird, People think I'm weird for how I spend my time, Writing rhymes, But I like that part of me,
I am a dog But not any dog
Props and patterns, It's all up to you. How do you choose to feel today? You see, Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks; Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
A catharsis exuded alongside pencil and paper. Not always compliant
Wolves in sheep wool.they climb over walls and breach the inner sanctum.infiltration of the darkest depth in your ocean,your seas of troubles are seen and screened.the poor souls don’t even know.
I am a flower ready to burst open and show the world my colors,
Things my parents said when I was in kindergarten: “Just be yourself and you’ll make friends.”
I look at maggots and see worms, I don't see death or terror, Only worms, When I see a maggot I don't scream, I know for a fact it won't hurt me, They eat the dead and only that, No fresh flesh, Oh, never that,
One day I'd like to see, A bird fall in front of me, Twitching swiftly on the ground, Squirming churning without sound, Till all its bones and body stiffs, Till there's no more life in it.
The Butterfly,is so vibrant, so enchanting, and so pretty!
"I'm not really here And soon you won't be either. It happens to all of us, So get ready! You're not beautiful, You're just strong. What are you even doing with your life? Moving forward or
Sometimes I wonder If this daydream will ever end Will I ever wake up from this endless nightmare Will the torture cease to haunt me And wake me in my sleep   A life spent in a dream
Humans are such liars. We talk about how much we want honesty among us, but then we turn around and lie to the very same people we told that to.
You're sitting on bricks stacked haphazardly upon one another in the heat of the August sun.
As the months 
Beautiful people everywhere, I'm not one of them! I'm not one of them! Beautiful people everywhere, As far as the eye can see. And none of them look like me
A familiar numbness creeps over my soul. I feel nothing. But at the same time, I feel everything.   I feel the weight of guilt, the pain of losing a friend,
I smell the burning image of heartsThis day I watch everyone walkA line, into perfection of solitudeI never knew feelings of Ice and Tea
I want to hide right now, and never come out. I want to cry a river, quietly. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to say. I'm just sitting here, looking around and feeling alone, like a loser.
Me
Taylor Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier Daughter of Jim and Tammy Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour Sad at Funerals
  I am insane. Accept it or not. I am not the type to change just for any person. So don’t even try,  Because I will never alter.
There is a low in our life sanction    call low of love and discussion   People start to speak foreign language   Thought become blur more   Brain write the bath of sorrow  
Why stand alone when the battle is nearly won Why stand alone eventho the odds are against your will
Uninvited, unexpected, unwanted. You came into our lives. Creating a storm. Breaking friendships. Creating panic. Ruining lives. Creating unneeded drama. During our freshman year of high school.
That back seat far into the corner, I become unseen. Though I do the work that you ask, Why can I not just be me?   You tell us to be our selves, But when we do, you shut us down,
School was a blur, I wish it were more fun. First Period: I stepped in gum. squish, squash. Second Period: My brain on overload: numb. zzzt, peeeww.
Every time I sleep; pains on my brain’.Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein.From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain.I can’t predict the weather nor the range of the rain.But hope for the station of this moving train.Thou death is s
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
Unforgettably forgettable  You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical  The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?" 
Carefully, carefully, carefully you step-   The lines drawn without embellishment or   The possibility of such an accompaniment   A room filled with absence and the  
And I was just wondering if you saw it too   The green bile behind all these smiles   Coming up up up   Starting up up up      
When it began, no one could tell How hard it was for me I was just like the other boys and girls Just with more energy
Untamable This space is cold The name I chose became the main chain-reaction to maintain with a brain too strange for the average face to smile at so brace and don't hate just cope I came to hold
So i've heard that all is fair in this thing of love in war. But in reality people fight dirty, nothing is fair anymore. Our love is stolen, sometimes never given back. We give it away so much, we eventually lose track.
You see yourself as low compared to average you’re below Weird is where you fit life seems like a glitch You are fading far away do not know if you can stay Perfection is way out of reach just a dream by a sandy beach
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