Lustful thoughts of Mary DeanMary Dean the all American girl She was tired of fighting the desires she was a teenage drama queen that had never done a thing she was innocentLustful thoughts of Mary Dean
she made straight A's
went to school everyday and always did her work until the man came tall dark and handsome
She was an all American girl this man is her whole world the high school talk the leader of the teams he was her very dream
she made a wish She gave him her innocence and all he would do is walk away she had a breakdown Mary Dean the not so all American who
a poem for the ladiesFrom left to right A rush of minds Come in with all excitement a false wisha poem for the ladies
a young mans prayer what you think its like a dare a lustful mind like frozen time where is your prince hes a frog again cursed by a thought of prostitution bought can a dirty mind be washed
i think not
walking past an excrementwalking down a broken street i feel something smush under my feet i just walk it off thinking it will go away but it stayed there for the rest of the day a slight smell of poop followed me around so i asked myself if its from a clown so i take off my shoe and to my dismay there has been poo on my shoe since the beginning of the daywalking past an excrement
Seagull in the branchesAs blood poors down my broken feathers i wonder how is the weather how is the weather in kalamazoo is it hot, humid, bearable for you? So untill i take flight from my horrible plight i will never be able to know how the weather is in kalamazoo....Seagull in the branches
What you give meShe looks at you with trusting eyes and says Lets play that game That game you say? The game you know.. The one that lover s play Tossing turning Twisting in the sheets The love you give me Its what I need You see the desire The innocence in her eyes You grind into herWhat you give me
Listening to her small cries The cries get louder The sheets are gone The only thing left now Is the drive for fun The drive that pushes you
That shoves you, That bites The drives the one Putting up the fight At last your done Exhausted and
your poetry is horriblei am irrepressible teenage angst. here is my bitchy poem. whine. moan. woe is me. (insert typo here) i can use drastic S P A C I N G to make my point (insert computer shorthand here) my girlfriend just dumped me. whine. perhaps i canyour poetry is horrible
write at length about s u i c i d e (insert trite phrase about loneliness) because i am ohsotouchy
sob.
so, to all you
heartbroken struggling adolescents out there shut the fuck
up
your poetry is horrible. &nbs
im back
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"Streams and rivers are welcomed into the ocean. Accepting everyone, no one is left out. When one knows one is part of something larger than oneself, one can relax. The river floods when its banks are full. Respect your limits; just do what you can do".
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"Streams and rivers are welcomed into the ocean. Accepting everyone, no one is left out. When one knows one is part of something larger than oneself, one can relax. The river floods when its banks are full. Respect your limits; just do what you can do".
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a life of segregation
or a life of unity
you always know in some way
someone will be left out
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"Streams and rivers are welcomed into the ocean. Accepting everyone, no one is left out. When one knows one is part of something larger than oneself, one can relax. The river floods when its banks are full. Respect your limits; just do what you can do".
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a life of segregation
or a life of unity
you always know in some way
someone will be left out
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Well behaved women don't make history.
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I think I may be a little on the insane side because in my room you will find
4 kitchen knives
7 spots for blood
3 bullets
5 pairs of black pants
32 black t-shirts
and a sword with tomato juice on it
you will also see a shrine to a squirrle
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