8wayrun's poetry block

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Posts that is.
On a coast that is.
Where I host this boast of........

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SolarWind said:
I Can't Go to School

I can’t go to school because I am sick
If I walk out my house I’ll get hit by a brick

I can’t go to school because I’m afraid
On my way there I might get run over by a huge parade

I can’t go to school because I have a funereal to attend
School uniforms just aren’t the new trend

I can’t go to school because I woke up late
I broke my thumb while learning how to skate

I can’t go to school because I feel a little blue
My brother stuck my hands together with supper glue

I can’t go to school because school is boring
I wonder what excuses I’ll have tomorrow morning

By some random girl named Jasmine Shipp


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Reminds me of a poem I wrote in highschool, I'll have to fish that up.
 
This a random poem that I thought of just now.

What a douche.
You tried to sound like a moose.
What a douche.
You're such a silly goose.
What a douche.
You're so cute.
What a douche.
Don't be mute.
What a douche.
Be loose.
 
I danced
with your
reflection in the
mirror
last night.

We peel away
layers
and
layers of skin
-because you still have
things to hide,
and we'll NEVER be
satisfied-
Greedy little
whispers
of what I wish
I didn't
want to have.
-My life line
stutters at your touch
and

I'm spiraling down
into that blackness
we call truth
and I've realized
that
-I was always wrong-
and there really was no

reason to bring back the memories.

I wished away your comforts
because
they make me
sick to my stomach
and I

CAN'T HANDLE YOU

because I never was the worthy one
-seedling doubts
of tiresome troubles
breed in my mind-

I've poisoned the only
thing that kept me
breathing
and now I'm
just a puddle of dust on your
doorway.

Silence gave me reason
to think that we were
bathing in lies
and corruption from the
beginning
and so there's no
point in trying to
wash away .what we are.

I've lost my breath
in your liquor bottle
and I reside within your
matchbox.
-I'm every addiction
that you ever wanted
to give up.-
But you can't,
cause you never were one

to listen to what the others
had to say
-even when they have
your best interests
painted on their lips.-

Forget her.
and loose me between the creases of
your thoughts-

Fear stutters
in my mirror
and your breath
lingers on my pillow case.
 
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