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This fits nicely into the story of my life
A nice chapter leading up to the ******
The ****** that wasn't as long and steady as it should have been
A ****** that took a vertical drop to an unresolved conclusion
This fits nicely into the story of my life
It took up a few pages
But I'll have to wait for the publication of the sequal
to find out what happens next

This rough draft of Part II is a bad sketch
There is grammer errors and mispellingz
My punctuation. Is off as, well as my punctuality
But the sequal will be released in time

As the author of my story,
I'm not sure any words will start with the letter you.
F White Jul 2012
and it is undone
plucked from the snow

with the glasses
of a rose
back on the bridge

I saunter on
til the next doubt
comes along
and tries to *****
my thumb.
copyright fhw, 2012
A Flowered Tux Apr 2018
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Why are you so very far?
The brightest one in the sky,
Don't leave me and say goodbye!
The people here are oh so fake,
they make my insides hurt and ache.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
my lungs are filling up with tar
I always feel as though I'll cry,
This mask can really help me lie
when can I get a break,
they all just seem to take and take.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
this mask is just one big scar.
Why must I hide what I am for the sake of people.
A Flowered Tux Apr 2018
How I hate the waiting game!
It is just such a pain,
Being forced to be tame
for these people who are plain.

These seeds I've planted better bloom
but a winter freeze seems to loom,
right over my head.
Am I better off dead?
Hell no, I am not weak,
and nor am I meek.
So, for now, here I will stay,
Till my turn is at play.
Bird With No Cage, I can only wait so long.
Stranger than me, or too much alike
some wrangle upon toilet papers
plastic cups out of place or lost time;
peering past, another wanders on.

Tinkling wires and rainbow faces
hearing, seeing, perchance aurific speaking
the namer among ten-thousand petty things
or squinting upon the verge of time, espy a sequal.

Step by step to round the universe
or being fell-swept away in cubboards
seem or act unseemly, like or dislike
played to the order in the round, circling about.

Why so familiar these drabbed tones of ant trumpets
or wineskins grown old to leak and sputter?
Tis the wish and will, holding like ****** to the ropes
great gales n frothing nothingnes storming on.

But We, blown upon the Aether of the Soul
a great conquest of rousing dignities;
here, under nooks, behind secret doors
or bounding past, lightning speed, relay some wonder.

Shock of waking, or dulcet tones in the Alarm of life
our shadows twist, there on the lintel of private hours
our care, held through the Night kinder endearments
then danced over reeling waves for sweet inspection.

Here unalone a look, a voice and laughter ring the ears
a crying out, or trebled inward sigh, too close to trembling-
Who is this Sojourn Friend?

Perhaps our best of self combined
no more allied to faithless days nor dark an empty smiles-
strange wastes some carelessness invents to wrack the hours.

But We, no stranger to the Sojourner's faith, Are One.
cierra fielding Sep 2018
i wrote you a lil sumthin i hope you dont mind me reading i thought of you today , this hurt me very deeply. there once was a time i thought you'd never leave me lemme know if im wrong but lately ive been thinkin
over on how i was so ignorant, **** you had me fooled yeah i was convinced n now this achin pain inside my chest has become an old friend n i dress myself w a smile i still play pretend
in the end that may be pathetic but ******* aint it the truth youve left my heart all black and blue i got many scars to match these wounds n is it possibly to be so beautifully bruised? n i mean this pains a reminder, you were once always there n w your symphonic soul i swear you ****** cared  but even at your lowest high i want you n your corrupted mind.

n here dear ive gathered a couple questions id really like to share you dont gotta answer no you dont even have to care but baby do you think of me now and then like i think of you? i mean ive had quite a few drinks n its aboutta quarter till 2 but you see my altered brain doesnt change my subconscious truth because at the end of each day my heart keeps beating for you. but youll ash me off , again and again , no worries though i know im nothing to sweat and im just waitin for the day ill wake without you inside my head. but you know truth be told thats not how this hear works ill look into those eyes again and revisit all my hurt. n im inconclusive of which evil is worse.

people tell me each n everyday not to let this world make me small but im only 5'1 yo i was never really tall n ya'll can keep on talkin **** on my style cause your words cant steal my smile. but im always questionin how much more can i even take daddys sick of seeing tears fall off this pretty face. iv been rollin on my own feelin so out of place i got so many fears im so unsure of my fait this future image isn clear n im sorry i cant be who i was past years. im changin yeah ***** a changin so are the dreams so are the demons i know ive grown cold but ive got my ****** reasons. this ***** gotten old my filthy conscious is a constant bleedin but i guess i must accept whats been placed upon my plate you were just another phony who couldnt relate n i guess thats your luck n my ****** mistake.

it was a foolish thing but quite beautiful too. those last words left a sting yeah im pretty bruised n now im hopin that this melody will relieve some pain inside the wounds because its a tragic thing a tragedy thats what i can conclude, thats why i smoke **** so i can be elude fill these lungs with smoke hopin highs will get me through hoping somehow i can cope rolla doobie maybe 2 laugh cause lifes a ****** joke i hung my neck inside a noose. maybe ill jus ****** choke ive been pullin on them ropes. n now im spittin fire so hot haydes jottin notes i got the devil askin for tips, baby ima make it n im gonna make it big. but they tellin me to start but idk where to begin.

so many bad moments followed by worse emotions when will it end? im hightenin the doses cause **** ive given it.  just walkin thro the motions less alive n mostly dead. doors just keep on closin im hungup with my regrets n these demons wont let me forget bad intentions, their why i havent slept. countless broken promises i can never mend thats why i do what i do so i can feel closer to death.
n now youve all been askin whats up inside my head, well your not gonna like the answer your about to get. evils on my ****** conscious. its clutterin my brain that must be the reason im so inmuthafuckinsane. always ****** w bad **** n even worse people stuck inside a trip soaked in all the evils but everything i spit is venomous that ****** lethal n even if i overdose ima cop a sequal cause im so invincible tearin up traditional principals
yaaa im so ******* illll hopefully ya'll catch this sickness
so busy making some bills
honey moneys on my wishlist
and homies know this
i always gotta sack of that purple potent
n now im on a mission lookin for that purple potion
put my mind ina wavy motion im a constant floatin.
n now my parents are makin a commotion

cierra baby just get off the ****** drugs
sorry mom im crazy yeah im really ******* nuts.
this mind is fully corrupt. the world ****** it like a ****.
i wrote this when i was only 16 and the world has only gotten more evil
From a distance we begin to spar.
Closely as if we compete hand to hand.
Near defeat, yet just getting started.
Far from tiring, although exhausted.

Stranger than you?
I beg your pardon.
Circling about feeling like prey?
My wish, thy will or vice?

High on life in this moment.
Low on patience, but dedicated.
Curious, not enough to falter.
Excited enough to seek the ever-after.

Aesthetically appealing seems your soul.
Conquests of this kind foreign.
Shaking equally, strength contained taking it’s toll.
Wake me not, enjoying the post and beam.

Positive you are in theory.
Pessimism my motto.
Half full you see life.
Half empty I accept it.

You speak of a sequal and I smile ear to ear.
Comparative framework isn’t too much.
I've found comfort in the strange sojourner.
Equally I believe in such.

Your interests contain me.
Your mind worth exploring.
Who peaked whom?
Where did this start?

I felt the look you gave and saw it completely.
Tremble not for fear is not what I wish to bring.
Combined as one our best foot forward.
Musical words as if we sing.

March 8, 2012
Poetnumber7 Oct 2018
You destroyed movements that would have bettered my peope
As a white devil you're enslaving those who are weak minded and making it a sequal.
You took my friends away and stole all the traits that once made them bold.
You have them lying and stealing from me which overtime made my heart so cold.

Because of you its genocide in the street where people slowly **** one another
Two paths with you, you either die or go jail, the false life of getting rich is how you got my brother.
So lets sum it up that I have never messed you but some how by taking away family and friends you took away a piece of me.
I just pray that the black plague you are will just be removed from the world starting with these streets.
Keyana Brown Mar 2022
In my daily life
I consumed so many pills
to ease my troubles
I'm frozen as I remained still.

~It isn't enough

In the middle of
my dose,
Lord you were there
when I needed you the most
because of you
my mood is not so cold
everyday you always
remind me I'm never alone.

He set the rain
to my fire
whenever I lack love
or even desire
He was there
as my protector
when my mind
wasn't sheltered.

When people
don't find me equal
Lord uplift my story
and enhance my sequal.

He's love
He's my will
He's better
than a happy pill.
Becca Gibbs Jun 2014
It's time, it's time
For my second rhyme
About that irish I wrote about that time

It got the loves
And made the trend
All about my little Irish friend

So here it is
The sequal, part two
Just for you young lauren...zoo

What can I say
She's the bestest by far
But don't you worry your not on my gaydar

Wireland she lives
The place of much fun
And sometimes the ***** goes straight for the lung

I like to say
We've grown thought the years
Through all the hopes, dreams and maybe some fears

I don't no what,
Where, when or who
I would be without knowing a you

So laurenzo
My dear, my wireland better half
Il never chase you with a hanger for a laugh


So that be it
The number two
I'm all out of rhymes for part two for you

But don't forget
I love a you
I really really really ...do

:)

***
Xander B Aug 2018
Air, Earth, Fire, Water.
The four elementals of this world.
The major causes of natural disaster.
With the spirits of time and space twirled.
The fate of life is in their hands.
Dancing with the waves of the ocean.
Swirling and crashing on the sands.
Connecting, feeling that emotion.
This planet is a living thing.
Bringing to life what once was dead.
From the solar eclipse and it's diamond ring.
To the eclipse of the moon, blood red.
We all know of this energy.
But don't attribute it to love.
The holy trinity, or to divinity.
But to ourselves, like we're above.
We are all one in the same.
Like the reality of our dimensions.
We're all playing this confusing game.
Lured by our ancestors inventions.
Soon humanity will see.
That we cannot ignore our caregiver.
This planet and all that it can be.
For love and life it does deliver.
One day we will treat each other equal.
Brothers and sisters under the sun.
You only live once, there's no sequal.
In the end we'll realize we've already won.
Lucio Jul 2018
Lost

Ok let me start by mentality preparing
I'll need to hype myself up and be wary;
Because when I see you smile I  freeze
And I know how everyone can see what i see:

Beauty unparalleled, truly you have no equal
And when i make my trip it won't be once, best believe in a sequal;
I look into your eyes, still pools of water and mist
And i get lost in a trance, another place  added to my list:

Of places I've got in mind of exploring
And with you as my guide I'll do plenty of touring;
You bring me in close to get a good look
And your smell has me caught like a fish on a hook:

But I don't fight it, baby reel me in
I've waited to long let the journey begin;
I'll run my fingers through your forest of hair
As my lips are attracted to the path of your neck, nothing can compare:

To the ecstasy i feel in your presence
You lead me down to your twin peaks, I pray for a life sentence;
I want to memorize all your textures and curves
So I can caress you the way you deserve:

But you tell me not to worry, there's more to see
So i start at the bottom from the top and run my hand over your knee;
You laugh and say there's a hidden valley down there
As you pull me in closer, **** I wished I had more time to prepare.

I'm lost in love...
Cyclone Dec 2019
From the outside in and inside out.. it was hard to know my whereabouts, live without em?, you only doubt em cause you know they judge your character, what's your favorite facet?.. getting your *** kicked?, harassed or blasted?, living on the streets, addicted to acid?, these masses ask if, being lucid makes you rather stupid or drastically passed out fast.. couldn't take the heat from the kitchen, but ******* to get served cause you got nerve, to show who you are, I'm far from it, so far, don't know where to start, plenty of time for it I guess cause I've wasted countless time to try to be on time in such a timely manner, I'm cursed with this jet lag, this brain fog slows me, people that know me may think I'm calm.. I just react at later times, your temporary shoulder for a cry of relief, so your belief is I'm masculine, I can't argue with that, I feel a little better acting when nobody sees me, so the chip on my shoulder is easy to carry maybe it's ******.. I feel I can come to terms and turn back, to the land of the unknown that's known as living life, cause at this stage I just feel I lack, the battle scars of strife, that makes me tough around the edges, being black, I feel I need to feel it fully, cause at this point I feel that everything can be a bully. INCLUDING MY PEOPLE!, BUT AIN'T WE EQUAL?, OR JUST ANOTHER SEQUAL OF INIQUITY.

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