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you wish it was true i'm sorry its not i feel bad for you your future is shot   so lock yourself down into thnigs that aren't real come back around because you know how i feel   
Born in the light for each of the Old Gods to see His exploits were destined to last an eternity
The way I run my business is something my employees don't like.Just because I do them dirty sometimes, they go out on strike.They're on strike now because I cut out their coffee breaks.
When Rocky Balboa returned from Russia, he'd been cheated out of his money, he didn't have a penny.I was at his estate sale and I bought his Lamborghini.But Rocky followed me home and said that he was ready to attack.
Three Convenience store employees thought what they did was funny but I think it was cruel.Those Three people said that I won a thirty million dollar lottery and then yelled "April Fool".
You've designed a new electric car and it's being built on the assembly line.You've been pestering me to buy one but I never will, one of your cars will never be mine.You want me to buy one but I'm going to pass.
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
"Run!" Papa yelled and yanked me to the shed. Mama was ripping her blankets off the bed. I grabbed Little Ann a rag to protect her pink face.
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned.
I broke one of God's Commandments when I stole an extension cord.I was struck by a bolt of lightning because I angered The Lord.God is cracking down on those who break his Ten Commandments.
Your wife isn't carrying your baby, she's carrying mine.She wanted me to marry her but I had to decline.She didn't want tongues to wag about her being an unwed mother.
ED
When I titled this poem 'ED', it doesn't spell the name Ed.I have erectile dysfunction, I can't take my wife to bed.I don't get any action because of this limp thing of mine.
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!"I'm Buford T. Justice and I'm a bubblegum machine.
I have a sad story that requires music that's played by a fiddle.I've been wounded and I'm spending Black Friday at the hospital.Gamestop announced that they were knocking 80 percent off of Playstation 4s.
Welcome to the Mirrored Place Where the clocks turn counter-clockwise Where we read and write, From right to left, Where normal is done in backwards ways.
What worlds lie behind our reflection What variegated beings dance among our fate What truth is there in resurection What love lies amidst delphic hate
Mathaya,   I, your author, write To encourage you for the Coming days ahead.   My main character Is you; you’ll learn hard lessons. You’ll come through each one.  
Dear You, I'm Sorry.  Based on A True Story.    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear God (if you are even there) The world is cruel Most people realize this at a young age Well at least I did When I was young, everything seemed so big
Keith explained a little, of his time in Vietnam, he said the weather outside reminded him of it.   It was gloomy outside.
Those tear stained pages. Those words. Those characters. That home.
NO
My new Russian bride can only speak one english word and that word is no. If she doesn't start behaving like a wife, she will have to go. When I paid her way to America, I didn't know things would go sour.
To my love, with your lovely words to steal my breath and the beautiful world that you only show to me. Others may call you dull, but to me, you are as expansive as the sea.
“ I don’t know man, she just didn’t seem like the type of girl to do that. I swear she was always happy ” “maybe she was faking it ”
Tavern mugs and boisterous laughter,Another line in this wondrous chapter,Long after the sun has set,Quills still write, and candles stay lit.
Everything is Dark   I stare out through my window I feel numb and I can’t move Am I scared?   Boom! A flash of light a gun is firing, I don’t flinch Why can’t I look away?  
I first checked you out in school. I don’t know what caught my eye But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
Lunch period. A high school courtyard. A 15 year old hovers over a bound book-  a diary- while at school.  The book is thick; full of receipts, stickers,   the occasional leaf or two.
Caruso’s party was filled with the same lunatics from last year.
Hello children, My name is Peter, Peter Pan And I am here to introduce you to the magical world known as Neverland Where children step foot into paradise
She was Aurora She did not need a hero because she was her true savior Cutting down Monsters,Dragons and Demons in her wake There was no fairy godmothers,or knights there to protect her
Once upon a - Ugh! You know how that goes: "A princess finds her true love," In one day...gross. No one ever stops to ponder The "antagonist" if you will. Our stories are stronger
The shoe didn’t fit.   The disappointed woman trudged away, sulking, and disappearing into the circle of curious townsfolk
Rapunzel rolled her eyes and brushed her hair Annoyed by the chants that she was 'his type', wonderful, and fair. She wasn't a fool for alluring words made to flatter,
I don't know how they found me. I'm not sure I want to be found. My mother taught me to stay away From people from inside the town.   A girl my age I've never seen And a man she clearly loves
The cold is numbing. Like morphine it trickles through my bones. It seeps into my fingers and it grips my balls. It kisses me like an abusive lover after the beating. The cold is comforting.  
Part one: I have often wondered about the proposition that for each of us there is one greater love in our lives, and only one even if that is not always true - experience tells most of us it is not real - there are those in legend at least who be
When I was a kid, I used to watch horror movies with my dad I would shake with fear, with my teary eyes hid.   He would tell me: “You have to distinguish The reels from reality.”  
HELLO BOYS AND GIRLS!LETS HAVE SOME FUN!While your parents are drinking,play with this gun!A game of Cops & Robbers.SHOOT AND KILL!OOPS!! You have a Boo Boo?Here, take this pill.
He never gets tired of taking a deep breath And sinking in that warm spring air Smelling of morning dew and newly fallen rain.  
He dreams of yellow eyes  Watching him in the night Surrounded by darkness.   He cannot shoo them away Or bribe them with food 
The flowers grow But I could care less.   The birds are chirping again. But their sound is not music to my ears.  
Roaring above the blooming trees yells at the animals around him.   He hasn’t heard this sound before, And he’s second guessing every step forward
Rain falls on a February morning Freezing into spears before it hits the ground.   He dodges the drops among the trees
I am not lonely. I am not lonely. I am not lonely. I am not lonely! I am not lonely.   I AM NOT LONELY.  
Scene: 23 year old man lying in his death bed. The Grim Reaper comes to claim his soul.  ''Whoa! Whoa! It is not my time to go yet. I am still young... I did not do near as much as I have wanted.'' *Grim reaper checks his watch*
I never understood what she saw in you Your heavy brow and cold eyes and your rapacious disposition
—  Fiction is where Imagination roams wild —  But Imagination is where Fiction comes to life —  Deep within the pages lies the story of one child
Am I invisibleWhen my arms wave for aidAm I bothering the peopleShunned and ashamedMy lungs fill with mistakesFour gallons of heart acheI fall to my endInside me
A soft summer wind Blowing by me constantly An unchanged peace A masked gray murmur The Sun has gone now, rain falls She is calling me
Poetry – because practice makes perfect Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected It was terrible – oh so terrible Nonacceptable So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
Empires rise and fall Yet I Dream Inventions are built from the dreams I send I still wander in my world I painted What do I dream I do not know
the idea still fresh in his mind he turns a new page and starts a new line her smile fades as the ink sets in  her life was a lie her existance paper thin he strung from his seat as the book came alive
Dumb brunets can’t find their way to fraud, It takes gold to do that.   They think you got kidnapped by God And his promise to Noah.
We had some visitors that came from outer space.Those aliens came here to enslave the Human Race.I met the leader and he demanded that I bow down before him.
The bodies   they lie on the floor in the grave wherever   but only if they're together
I suppose It's supposed To be an ending I suppose I'm supposed To feel sad Yet, I suppose I'm supposed To stop supposing things It only leads to more Fiction than Fact
Angry villagers put the Munsters to death.I adopted their pet that has a fiery breath.He is a monster and his name is Spot.I thought I would like him but I do not.It was a mistake when I got him from the pound.
The seems of my disguise burst at the seams Of simmering restraint. For, sun-like, beams The shadowed self through artificial means, Resplendent force that must demand be seen. To know myself by peering outside-in
It was nearly nightfall; sky darkened by the clouds that promised rain But I had been chosen to go through Canyon of Monsters to prove my bravery
She gazed across the baren lands, a rusted key lay in her hands, a salted tear slipped down her face, she sat on the balcony, crumpling her lace.   Alone she sat hour after hour,
I looked at the map with wonder, and saw what I never have seen, people were walking all over the park, and settling down on its green.   I looked over to where the shops were,
Roses are Red               I met you long ago you're smile was a perfect match to your chocolate colored eyes.               You were a fallen angel in my eyes: beautiful and out of reach. Violets are Blue
I am reorganizing the books on the shelf, As the young man walks in. He offers to help, But I ask him to tell me about his family instead.
He leads me by still waters in the moonlight, pulling me along with him to things unseen and unknown.
The breath in front of my face is all I need, right?
Deep misunderstanding Radiating from within a dark and shadowed past. Amazing abilities and all around amazing attributes. Gone for the light of day On and on the horrific ledgends go.
I’m the bad guy The one with the black hood I hold the weapon in my hand And the hate in my heart They don’t understand
Im tired of creating fiction be an addition I'm tired of dreaming where reality is teeming it's hard to survive when you have already died But I know everything is right  when you are in sight
“Hey look!” they shout with glee, “Our most dearly beloved goddess approaches!” The citizens look in awe at the great goddess Chizuru Who provides her formerly starving “children” with sustenance with a blink of an eye
Mom at Six Months: "Wake up honey, it's your turn", to my dad. Me at Sixteen Months: "Wake uh Ake", to our dog. Me at Six: "Wake up mommy, why are you still sleeping!?"
When you feel - you feel deeply;
The Sirens Curse  
She walks home each day Hearing the whispers and all that they say "Have you heard..." "Her dad..." "...some woman..." Try as she might she can't block them out
Dragons, You know; Fire out the mouth Screaming for their house Scales covering scales; Fire breathing dragons. You can mess with one; But good luck.
I hesitated but I did it, Kidnapping some jerk to help a different one And in less than a minute, He’s on his feet having a ton of fun   He acted just like I had Like it’s all a flimsy game
I may have made a mistake Jumping into battles I wasn’t ready for Pain shoots through my body; aches The blink of an eye and I had hit the floor  
Kisses turn into the sweetest dreams,
Once upon a timeIn a land not far far awayIs a girlSitting in the windowTears rolling down her faceLike the rain on the glass
How old are we when we become corrupt?Where along the way did we lose our innocence?Better yet, when did we stop looking for it?We curse, we hate, we live selfishly.We live in a world wherewomen are raped,
it can happen to anyone, by anyone there is no excuse the hurt, the aftermath, not fun all because of abuse. countless nights of crying you feel like you want to die but no more of that, start trying
Angry, sad, confused, helpless scared  These are the emotions of a women  A women who has been hurt A women that has been abused  A women who has been lied to These are the challenges of a women

I am from lands which weep rain unto us all;From cozy tapestries of cloud and trees like the fingers of God.I am from the sweet, bastard child of Gaia and Hephaestus,Where Nature dances the waltz with Industry
It was the coward's way out, he knew. He could feel it rolling around in his gut like a stupidly cheerful puppy.
  Time is a luxury I’ve never had At six I was left with only a Dad   The clock is always ticking Mom and dad were always bickering   The hands keep moving round and round
We built our kingdom on hopes and dreams-- Our castle will never fall. Our fears, our faults, our insecurities-- Here, they mean nothing at all.   We rule the land as King and Queen--
  I believe in the possibility of error. Of an equation reaching an end that doesn’t exist. I believe in truth. I believe in fiction. I believe in everything in between. There is no such thing as a center.
Tales like foxtails pepper my mind And I find that naked the wind hurts But clothed not so much.
Mountain ridges arise from your back  Everything is broken gloves on, real friends, fake friends No Tongue Raven at your window      get out get out get out permanent, this 
Worlds grow, Budding behind unfiltered eyes,                 Breaking from tradition. Christened creativity, In actuality,                 Unrealized forms of magic. The potential,
I am a humble man,  No hero, king or saint.  My purpose is my brush,  My canvas and my paint.    My Dear, I have this gift -  I paint all that I see, And everything I paint
Inside I can see, I can feel Everything is beautiful, everything is perfect I revisit the outside The fear, the worry, the insecurity I hate it I dread it Let me back inside forever,
I see demons on the ceilings- They crawl down the steps and up the pew to preach- I see sheep in the pasture- and if he tells them to jump they will fly from the rock and kiss the ocean-
In your dreams of fitful sleep, You wonder which direction to keep. You hear a noise from down below, a door opens wide, the wind begins to blow. Inside they come, as they do every night -
Nautical graves and practical poets, Woman's condition and cultural woe. Heaving sensations accompany the telly. What's worse than these? The end of the show.
When shadows come forth with life, as day turns to night. The secrets of our hearts are brought forth into site. We seek our keys, those that let us lock it all away.
You said it, therefore it must be true. Yes, every word you speak is law. Why should anyone have room to doubt you? You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
Today we can live Yesterday we've survived Tomorrow will never cry The days of our lives We can do whatever. Till one of us die Then we all Cry
What is comparable to inevitable?? If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten. How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling? The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
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