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My interest in a show is in no way related to this conversation so why don't you shut the forget up?
Also lizzy you aren't half bad at drawing but you need to learn to not mask it in those smear marks.
i got some emo stuff here;
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem
Lizzy has the artistic skill of a crippled 12 year old girl.
My teacher never said no stealing or plagiarizing poems, thank you very much.
That's why I said no stealing. Why would he steal if if he wasn't allowed to? :c
-poemsnip-
Wow gayest teacher ever!
aye yo, pm please i dunt want my teacher googling my poem. LOL It's happend....
Also keep them comming I'm going out to record music and finish the media part.
A smell lurking around
A pleasant odor abound
The bitter taste of a drink
It might even look like ink
Silence fills the room
The coffee has a bloom
Day by day, night by night,
Customers fill in and act polite
How's this so far?
SpreadsPlague you aren't very nice.
Free verse meaning it doesn't have to rhyme
here I go:
O, great lakes
Bodies of water, glistening bright
Goes to depths I cannot perceive
Truly a magnificent sight
I wish I could come more
O, great lakes
Natural beauty, great waves
Fish for everyone, oh how I love
Bringing families together once more
I wish I could come more
O, great lakes
The life you give, nessecity
Everyone needs you, I need you
Loving the world, and loving me
I wish I could come more
When I come more, I sense the serenity
When I come more, I appreciate life
When I come more, Life is simple
I must make an effort
I shall come more
forget, my poetry is horrible. I'll just try to describe a coffee shop.
The smells of morning waft around.
People sit in their booths, living their lives.
The scenery is muted and speaks quietly
Everything is so silent. So soft.
Only the faint murmur of machinery
and the hushed instructions of customers
I look into my own drink.
I wonder how much this small thing has gone through
From harvest, to grinding, to machinery to cup
This small coffee has traveled farther than I
And yet it will soon be gone, empty and thrown aside
as it will return back to the earth, as all things do
Jesus loving christ I sound like an emo 10 year old somebody loving stop me.
Coffee Shops
That smell when you walk in
The aroma as you walk out
That's the smell of coffee my friends
The beans, the croisants, the coffee
Oh how I love thee so
Even when I amn't eating them in tow
I sit there and grin
As coffee almost goes down my chin
Because coffee shops are a great place to whim
That smell when you walk in
The aroma as you walk out
That's the smell of coffee my friends
so she's just a forum whore?
