

Poem 15One night, I thought to myself That one night, I know But when that night did come I found it all so slowPoem 15
The rising moon Was as if it stood still I remember seeing it Stood upon the hill
It would not move Or was that me Stuck in the body From which I could not flee
The dying moon It set not fast All the well, No need to stop this fast
Not one bird in sky None giving flight I'm like a dog I'm ready to ready to bite


Waiting in the shadowsI follow you In the shadows I stay No sound do I make No words do I sayWaiting in the shadows
You're never without me You're always alone The only guest In your cold, dark home
You don't notice me You know I am here Do you know who I am Have you any idea?
Now, in the shadows I wait for you to relax And when you do I'll reach gor the axe
I'll swing it down and end you right there Life is a bitch Who said it was fair?


A Poem to MikeOh french, oh french Jim smells like a box This exam really blows Like a prostituted foxA Poem to Mike
The game, the game Oh shit i just lost Those chips look nice Do tell me the cost
Outside of the window There stands a cow Its killing a moose Don't ask me how
Look over at nathan
He is a gay I mean this is quite obvious From all the things he say
This poem is completed With no mention of cock Oh crap I just said it Yay, big frilly frock?


A poem I haven't namedThe life drips out as The man stands over meA poem I haven't named
The dagger came down And it went right into me
I lie on the floor and the cold gets through me
My Blood pours everywhere and I feel it all leaving me
The night comes early and It does not wait for me
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In my opinion, modesty is the worst type of vanity that exists.
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"One baby to another says, 'I'm lucky to have met you.'"
How about that?
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