Whatever the heck I'm feeling.

A life well lived,
is a life spent broken,
chewed by the thoughts,
of a world outspoken,

The mind of a creature,
so tender and pure,
is always less thoughtful,
if never too sure.

I say, with great fear,
of being wrong, in the right,
that nothing, or no one,
has steps into the light.

I've chosen the words carefully,
With thoughtful consideration,
resulting in your reading,
being filled with admiration.

The earth, so large, so round
Cannot make a sound,
against a society so sure,
that it is immensely pure.

The rhymes may change,
and the style, much different,
but every line,
means something.....

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This is my first of many poems to add to this blog I can call it.

I may ask for one thing, and that one thing only, if you are going to post any replies, please say something about the poem or past works, and that only, I would like to have no side discussions. You may ask questions that have to do with something. I may answer and I may not, that depends on the questions.

Thanks guys, it would mean alot to me. Only constructive criticism.

Jonny

All Black men are black,

All White men are white,

MJ is guilty,

You know I'm right.

What is meant to be known,
is known to be meant,
this message has meaning,
and is not to be bent.

Making sense, as it does,
is what it makes, as it does,
resulting in the meaning,
seen as fuzz.

the static in life,
created by nothing,
is more of a burden,
then a larger sometihng,

Confusing this is,
to the average mind,
but the farther you look,
the meaning you'll find.

What is meant to be known,
is known to be meant,
repeat this outloud,
and the meaning is bent.

Love to live, and Live to Love.
But when both are possible at the same time, be careful with what you do, or don't do.
For the reason that this can seem important is that neither Life, or the Love of your Life, can affect your own better judgement, resulting in things not to be considered at the present moment.
The regret of past decisions and actions shall come as such a blow, or shock, to you that it should flip you off your very own feet.
There is better things to do with your life than to sit, alone, and ponder on one simple subject of concern. Better things to be considered.
Your Life is your Life, and you should Live it the way you choose, not as how other people choose for you.
Your Love is yours to keep, treasure, hold dear to you, yet, it should be considered carefully, making sure that it is the right one.
That she, or he, is the perfect one for you, making sure that they will never give you doubts, or regrets.
This one person will be the pathway to the palm beach, or other peaceful place in your mind.
Wherever you consider to your "happy place".

Again I say it, Love to Live, and Live to Love.
But never let one overpower the other.

since when r u a poet?
((they r nice btw))

What is meant to be known, is known to be meant, but

not to be spoken about, or understood,

This lecture, you may only understand while I am saying it. You may not

understand it before, or after I say, You must forget. This resulting

in the knowledge of it not being spoken about.

this makes the sense that it makes, if you make sense of it.

This has been a publlic service announcement from Immigration DUDE

This face is happy,
but not any more,
because now,
no skull,
it sits on the floor.

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If I could be a superhero
I would Awesome man
I would fly around theworld fighting crime,
according to my awesome plan
and if I saw a criminal, trying to lie, hurting other people, and making them cry
I would haul them off to jail
in my awesome van,
cuz I would awesome man

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MORE MONEY - OR NO WORK

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This is red
This is green
Who the hell knows
What this means?

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if i was a superhero, i would be
super cool awesome totally wicked hackin awesome girl!!!!

if i could be-a superhero
i'd be imagration dude

AMEN TO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

you just don't know, vera, you always smell nice, but you just don't know.

MY BALL!!

okay that pic is creepy. maybe thatz wat vladmir looks like.

did you write these yourself ?

they are very good

Most of it, i think. Yes.


some of it I just remembered and put them.

Crystal wrote:

okay that pic is creepy. maybe thatz wat vladmir looks like.

Wow, if that is what he looks like, then


..

no

Vera doesn't look like that.

when did i say vera looks like that?

this pig is pink,
this face is yellow,
i can write poems 2,
just like that drake fellow!
ell-oh-ell-oh

stars are blue,
cherries are red,
dane cook is not as funny,
as my bff FRED!

this is a clown,
this is a cat,
this guy is my fav,
cuz im in love with his hat.

"Damn" said the man
pitchfork in hand
while the vampires run
as fast as they can

"Whew" said the small one
the larger ones son
"We got away, didn't we boy?"
"We've finally won.!"

But the boy was left thirsty,
the father well knew.
this fact so true
the boy was starving, he needed some food.

"We're leaving, come on"
"Again?" Whined the son.
"Yes, into the sun"
"But Father, they'll see us, there are no blind, except one."

They took to the back roads
to be seen by no folk
quickly they crossed the country
heading towards New PolK

They stopped at a small home.
No doubt the blind man's place.
A small man down the pathway. A small cane in his hand. Tapping the pebbles along the path, to help guide the way.
A small chuckle came from the fathers subtle face.

"Tonight, son, we dine"
"But father, he is helpless."
"Then why shouldn't we feast?"
"Father this hunger is creating a beast"

That night the boy struggled,
the blind man left mourning, only to be found, dead, in the morning.
The Father gone missing, the boys blood

Still Dripping.








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Guys, I would really like some feedback on this, but remember, it has to be helpful criticism.

wow its good but a little gory

this guy is happy,
and this guy is sad
cuz this guy got laid
molested, by his dad.

okay the first poem was gr8 in my opion, except 4 the dripping blood and all. i liked the son's compassion. the second poem was funny, yet disturbing.


he once was quite yellow,
such a jolly good fellow.
who smilled all the live-long day.
he laughed and he sang,
read books by mark twain,
and on thursdays he played the cello.

but alas, one dark night,
he suffered a fright,
and lost all his colorful yellow.
he now was just white,
a terrible sight,
and no one would tell him hello.

he wallowed in greif for days and days,
he longed for his yellow glow.
he looked up at the sun,
which hurt his eyes,
and wished that his white skin would just go!

then one day a girl with cherry-red skin,
came over to have a bite.
"why do you so long to be yellow, good fellow?
why not just be happy with white?"
he sighed and he frowned,
he stared at the ground,
"because im a terrible sight."

"now that is not true!
i used to be blue,
and sleep, sleep, sleep all day!
but then i turned red,
and hopped out of bed,
and ran outside to play.
it changed me, you see?
and gave me a life,
and made me who i am today!"

he thought about that,
the former gold fellow,
and looked her strait in they eye.
"i think your right,
i see your point.
i won't let my life just fly by!"

"i will go see the world,
with you by my side!
with your red skin,
and flame-throwing pistol."
the story is now ended,
as you can see.
and was made up and written by...........


CRYSTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!