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posted by chattycatty
i pray to god when i fall asleep if i should die on this stormy cold night toi take it and dont let the devil take it i pray to toi and if i die tonight take my sole and all my pried i hope that i should not die tonight but it feels so cold on the outside and in i can see the black and white of the world i can see the dark anges of the night i wish i could see the anges that light up the night the ones that keep toi alive i wish i was alive for i am so numb i cant even see couleurs i see black and white veryone sad everyone mad nobody smiling there is a rain clowd over everyones head. i try...
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posted by ThornedRose
Thoughts
Feelings
Hopes
Dreams
You ruined them
You broke them
And crushed them
You killed my l’amour for toi
And it was to fast for either one of us to grab it
Thoughts
Feelings
Love
Kisses
Hugs
There will never be any again
You ruined us
When toi tricked me
You ruined us when toi gave me away
You ruined us when jack got me
You ruined us
You ruined us when toi lied
And I can’t forgive toi yet
Thoughts
Feelings
Hopes dreams
There will never be anymore
Chuck
I l’amour toi but
You tore me apart
You betrayed me
And there’s nothing plus to give
Nothing plus for toi to take
Nothing plus for toi to...
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Your head, your bearing, your gestures
Are fair as a fair countryside;
Laughter plays on your face
Like a cool wind in a clear sky.

The gloomy passer-by toi meet
Is dazzled par the glow of health
Which radiates resplendently
From your arms and shoulders.

The touches of sonorous color
That toi scatter on your dresses
Cast into the minds of poets
The image of a fleur dance.

Those crazy frocks are the emblem
Of your multi-colored nature;
Mad woman whom I'm mad about,
I hate and l’amour toi equally!

At times in a lovely garden
Where I dragged my atony,
I have felt the sun tear my breast,
As though it were in mockery;...
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SPIRITUAL DAWN

When debauchees are roused par the white, rosy dawn,
Escorted par the Ideal which gnaws at their hearts
Through the action of a mysterious, vengeful law,
In the somnolent brute an Angel awakens.

The inaccessible blue of Spiritual Heavens,
For the man thrown to earth who suffers and still dreams,
Opens and yawns with the lure of the abyss.
Thus, dear Goddess, Being, lucid and pure,

Over the smoking ruins of stupid orgies,
Your memory, clearer, plus rosy, plus charming,
Hovers incessantly before my widened eyes.

The sunlight has darkened the flame of the candles;
Thus, ever triumphant, resplendent...
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posted by chattycatty
look in the mirror please
if toi dont toi wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you

toi say your ugly toi cry all night
toi slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping toi out

look in the mirror i know toi are beutiful toi just got to beileve in your self.
but toi probaly wont why cant toi see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want toi oh carolyn i hope u relize that .

this is no joke toi are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant toi see what eye see
i hope someday toi will believe me.
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posted by anime123rox
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.

What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I l’amour you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..

Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Lost my way.

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"

Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
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posted by Lovetreehill
ANNABEL LEE

It was many and many a an ago,
In a kingdom par the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom toi may know
By the name of Annabel Lee,
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to l’amour and be loved par me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom par the sea,
But we loved with a l’amour that was plus than love
I and my Annabel Lee,
With a l’amour that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom par the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee,
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,...
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posted by saracomet
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays guitare and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.

He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.

He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.

He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.

He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
posted by sawfan13
Are the legends true about you?
Were toi really dead ou alive?
Ruined plans for the future
Did suicide have to be the answer?
Almost like Romeo and Juliet
Except toi lied to me.
You a dit toi would die for me
But people just think I was a single destroyed soul.
We were both going to run away together
The Shakespere play had an effect on us
But toi ran away and never came back
Felt like a dagger in my heart.
You just licked the blood from my blade
Told everyone that I took my own life.
You were the only witness
Soon everyone would know
That toi did it all
And my name shall be clearer.
It gets colder and colder...
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I want to name for you, indolent sorceress !
The divers marks of beauty which adorn your youth,
I want to describe your beauty,
In which are blended childhood and maturity.

When toi go sweeping par in your full, flowing skirts,
You resemble a trim ship as it puts to sea
Under full sail and goes rolling
Lazily, to a slow and easy rhythm.

On your large, round neck, on your plump shoulders,
Your head moves proudly and with a strange grace,
With a placid, triumphant air
You go your way, majestic child.

I want to name for you, indolent sorceress !
The divers marks of beauty which adorn your youth,
I want to describe...
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THE DANCE OF DEATH

by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of...
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posted by saracomet
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls ou fetching sticks.

He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit ou speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.

He refused to shake ou wave ou crawl
ou beg ou take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
ou get him to meow.

He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.

Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Another jour has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the l’amour i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say toi care
but your not
i know toi dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
posted by saracomet
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."

She winds up with The Wiggles
ou else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.