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3 entries this month
 

ryan

10:22 Jan 21 2010
Times Read: 544


The love you gave to me was never as strong as mine,

wasted days and wasted nights all to spend your time,



Fuck you and your arrogant ways!

my hate for you will last till the end of the days!



Why have I bothered to speak to you once more?

And should I let myself lie bleeding on the floor?



Your foolish and all big talk,

how can you talk the talk if you cant walk the walk?



I am the spider and you are the fly,

I eat at you till the end I hope you die!



crush the butterfly and your future be gone,

because this is the glorious karma that I have won.



I hate you back stabbing bastard,

this is the woman you have made proke,


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venumstings
venumstings
03:49 Apr 15 2011

Lovely poem...

Lovely flow of rhyme...

The anger did frighten me in this poem. I respact highest this subject.





 

love addict

10:21 Jan 21 2010
Times Read: 545


I used to be a love addict

But drugs got in the way

I used to be a drug addict

But love got in the way

I used to love drugs

But being an addict got in the way

I used to be a drug addict

But loving got in the way


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michen
michen
09:01 Apr 06 2011

I like it





 

blah

10:19 Jan 21 2010
Times Read: 546


Patty cake, patty cake,

Baker’s man,

You can’t catch me,

I’m the gingerbread man!

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

As little Miss Moffat sat on her tuffet,

But all the king’s horses and all the king’s men,

Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

Ring around the rosey, pocket full of poseys,

Gently down the stream,

Ashes, Ashes,

Life is but a dream.

Now there was an old lady who lived in a shoe,

And rub a dub dub, three men in a tub,

Some like it hot, some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot nine days old.

London Bridge is falling down,

And Jack fell down and broke his crown,

As Georgie Porgie Pudding Pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry.

A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker,

And Mary had a little lamb,

When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing,

Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?


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