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the world is suppose to end this year, but i don’t think it will. i think the world is going to be hot, so hot that we will complain about it all summer. i think it will warm the Arctic that is supposed to be chill. i think the world will change, but it wont be a huge bummer. the world... - Poetry > All Poetrywhat happens when you are alone what happens when your depressed because four letter rocks are being thrown what happens when they say don’t let it get to you even though your struggle is shown what happens when their words become more then words and then turn to stone. they say that y...
- Poetry > All PoetryThat cool refreshing gift from the trees that dance, Along with the welcoming arms of grass waiting to embrace you, The smooth sea of fairytale hills waiting for you to explore them, And that giant orb of destruction, that brings life to everything around. Our dancing friends are fading to a w...
- Poetry > SonnetB-town may be the wonderful place you have always dreamed of it could be the place that you go to let yourself be free or maybe it is the place where all the red roses that are in a field of daisies go and love the place where people think there is something above. B-town is where music ...
- Poetry > SonnetHer silent steps and her resemblance to a redwood forest, a forest who’s leaves are golder then gold and softer then a babes skin, what is it about her that frustrates me, even when i don't want it too, may be it is the tower of beauty that stops this hatred. The new sassy attitude that...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe bugs in my ear are the sound that moves me They wont leave me, but i don’t want them too They bring smiles to my face in the early morning They have a name a famous, name that is Love The bugs in my ear are the sound you know too. They are gross and are interesting They have ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI waited for you to become ripe to release your self from the rough tree you were growing on for so long but it held on to you and then it dropped you without warning the perfect pineapple you are is no more: you hit the ground and got hurt I tried to catch you, but now you’re hurt and...
