Bleh, I dont know if I posted this already but... whatever

Here's some of my retarded ass poetry that I wrote when I was really bored. I like it though. Hah.
I think I did already post this but some people didnt see it. So merr


Mes poem

Kay here's the first one-

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It's hard to be you
when theres no style of own
It's hard to be noticed
When the worlds full of clones
its hard to fit in
When your feeling alone
its hard to get out
When your chances have blown

Welcome to reality
Where individuality
Is a style that everyone wears
A place without feeling
Unless its appealing

.... and thats all I have for that one.


then theres this one-

if you are the bleeding
Then I am the bled
If you are the bullet
then I am the head
If you are the sky
Then I am the rain
Cause your trying to make me fall again

Hah. Then theres

Your sorrys dont mean anything anymore
maybe its cause I've heard them to many times before!
Your like a broken record, just skipping away!
And you admit it every time you get mad
and then ramble on bout how you got it so bad
I dont wanna hear it, just get ou tof my way!

___


How much more censoring
can this world take?
Dont say that, dont do that
just give us a brake
Creativity cut off at the roots
So that words rearange till it all follows suit

Okay. There yah go. I wrote something else but I cant find it at the moment. Wait, just looked and it was in my binder so here it is-

I open my eyes to face reality
I saw two thousand eyes also trying to see
She said "How pathetic can I be?"
even that voice in my head has stopped talking to me!
When we realize our faults, and know our mistakes,
When we acknowledge our doings, and now carry the weight,
When we can no longer pray to that heavenly saint
When were tired of being things that we aint

Thats all I got now.. bye

great. Thanks. hah. Whatever...