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six haikuSunrise or sunset What difference do they make To my sightless eyes?six haiku
But there is one thing I may share with all of you. My eyes will still cry.
It’s the will of God you say. But I will say this, there can be no God.
If God can take away Then why give in the first place? ‘Tis a cruel trick.
If I lose my purse I blame no one but myself. Did God do that deed?
Now I lose my sight, To whom shall I lay the blame? Should I swear at God?
by ~iwillbeback
sweet ladyA bent old lady passes by And smiles at all those that she meets. Into a playground she did wander, And paused to watch the dancing feet Of children as they romped and played, And dug in sand with plastic spade. Then they approached the lady close And all in unison loudly said, “Have you any sweets today?” The old lady sadly shook her head. A blue-eyed girl of nine or ten, Eager then to play her part, pulled a knife from out her coat to stab the lady through the heart.sweet lady
A hellish screech tore from her throat And she increased to twice her size. &nb
by ~iwillbeback
weepingI sit by this thin waterfall Watching gravity-drawn splashes That are mirrored in my misty eyes As I think of you.weeping
This quiet rush of water, hurrying to the sea Reminds me so of you, so anxious in your flee
You were like the stream That paused in lazy eddies To play with me Before you rippled away.
But streams move on Like you, seeking new things But I have to remain, trapped By the memories of you.
I am your sediment, a thing you left behind. Seduced by your game, believing it would bind.
Then the cold rains came
by ~iwillbeback
Barbie dreamI wanna be a Barbie doll And look just like a stick I really, really hate my food It makes me really sick.Barbie dream
I stood in front the mirror Frowned at my rounded rear I wish there was a quick fix To make it disappear.
I always try to work-out Run up and down the stairs But I nearly overbalanced Coz I got such a big pair.
There is this guy called Harry I got the hots for him But he never really dates me I think he likes girls slim.
So I go to this big dance He’s with a girl I fear You know the type, a coat-hanger &
by ~iwillbeback
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- Current Residence: writhing in hell
- Interests: necrophilia
- Favourite movie: the one that kept me awake
- Favourite band or musician: street buskers
- Favourite genre of music: wots that mean?
- Favourite artist: the one in the lavatory
- Favourite poet or writer: the dead ones
- Favourite photographer: me, of course
- Favourite style of art: graffiti
- Operating System: The one in Casualty
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- Wallpaper of choice: Those that stick to the wall
- Skin of choice: sausage
- Favourite game: hide and seek wiv a mad kangaroo
- Favourite gaming platform: the one where I win
- Favourite cartoon character: my dentist
- Personal Quote: Do it unto others, before they do it to you . . .
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~A muscian must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be.
~To find in ourselves what makes life worth living is risky business, for it means that once we know we must seek it
I had fun reading through your poetry. keep em coming.
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RIGHT!
Send This To All Of You Friends Telling Them How Much You Love Them And See How Many Of Them You Get
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Life is a one-way ticket on a runaway train.
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