December 2009
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The Length of This Title Greatly Contrasts the...
Dear Miss Vanilla,
With friends like you who needs inhibitions?
Yours Formerly
P.S. Can I have my hoodie back?
________________________________________________________________________ More poetry from long ago. Yes that really is the title, yes Miss Vanilla is a real person, no I did not get my sweatshirt back.
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Inspiration/Advice Poem Number 1 or: Two Line...
The Sun is setting somewhere So stop shading your shining light ___________________________________________________________________________________ I went through an old notebook to find something to post just so I could say hello and thank you to all my followers. It feels fucking amazing to have people follow me based just on my writing, thanks for the euphoria. so hello benholley, optimisten,...
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All the Good Men
All the good men are misanthropes or mysoginists They cared too much, tried too hard, fell too fast Sick of that bitch and her twists All the good men are a doomed combination of heart, mind and chivalry One breaks, one fries and one is neglected, rejected in exchange for a thicker skin All the good men are whiny fucking bitches They get together and say the things they’d never let you hear,...
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A List of Bullshit Starting With "I Am" or: I Am...
I am connor the angry atheist writing poems cursing gods when I’m pissed And I’m connor the awkward eighth grader I see the girl of my dreams, but I’ll talk to her later But later never comes, just like me I am Ronald Raygun, a clever pun doing this just for fun A fantasy of me writing raps rhyming the latest social commentaries ‘til the day I wind up in one of the...
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I Have Something to Tell You... Maybe
If an action has no good consequence can it still be worth doing? If they make you tear up are the flowers still worth viewing? Is the out of reach worth pursuing? And what catalyst made this shit inside me start brewing Has it really been on my chest, or is it just in my head? Would anyone benefit if this shit was said? Out loud? Would it make the shrinks proud? Would it garner a crowd? But these...
Don't Call Me a Wordsmith
There are too many wordsmiths, wordjohnsons and wordjones And they’re all saying the same thing like word clones While we stand for something, most of you lie prone Our souls solid, you’ve got holes in your bones Say something that matters Say something that matters to you ‘Cause if you don’t have passion, I don’t have patience And I’m waiting for my turn on the...