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This poem is lame; This poem is strange.
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through the terror; Don't try and be brave.
Finish this poem and my spirit be raised.
But pay no attention to what my words say,
this poem is lame; this poem is strange.
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through the terror; Don't try and be brave.
Finish this poem and my spirit be raised.
But pay no attention to what my words say,
this poem is lame; this poem is strange.
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Is It Love?
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Literature
It's sad
It's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
Everythings fine.
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
Literature
love is...
Love Is;
Love is when you care more about someone else's happiness than your own,
You would do anything for them,
You'd rather be with them than anyone else in the world,
You would die so they could live,
When you lose them it feels like you lose yourself,
They're the only thing you can ever think of,
You never even dream of being with anyone else, because they're everything you want,
They have many faults, but you're blind to them,
You would take them back no matter what they do,
When you're with them it's the happiest times of your life,
but when you're without them it feels like there is this great big hole in you
You always wa
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I was half inspired yesterday to make a poem from, at least a little bit, from the words "This is the dumbest poem I've ever read" and suddenly the thought that would make an interesting poem title...
As you can see I did not use it at the title but rather wanted to make a contradictory or paradoxic poem. I think I succeeded. When I read it and get to the end it's like my imaginary reader is saying "Make up your mind!!"
.....Enjoy~!
As you can see I did not use it at the title but rather wanted to make a contradictory or paradoxic poem. I think I succeeded. When I read it and get to the end it's like my imaginary reader is saying "Make up your mind!!"
.....Enjoy~!
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I love this!