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How does a woman make sense of a man?
He doesn't like shopping, he don't wash his hands, -
Fix me!
My wires loose, -
Who is this cold and loathsome man
That gave my brother a withered hand? -
You feel your sweetness slowly drip
like honey from a scar. -
Regard me, little gothic girl, thou disenchanted muse.
your hide is snowy, yet, you don't conceal your hope's abuse. -
High as a kite you fly like a bird
But you cannot remember your name -
I wish that I knew what to do about you
If I did I would do it tonight.by Jonathing66 25 lines, on May 10 6:32 PM. In Lyrics -
I wrote this poem in a minute, Hoping there was something in it.
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Today I wait for you again, caring about nothing and feeling only numb.
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Little by little
I am disolving,by Jonathing66 3 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 30 9:52 PM 2007 -
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She had no defence to withhold his bold charms,
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At the end of every rainbow, lies the buried treasure of a relinquished dreamby Jonathing66 0 lines, 1 comment, on May 18 5:15 PM 2007
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If you do not like me kicking against the grain, then chop it down.by Jonathing66 0 lines, 3 comments, on May 17 8:17 PM 2007
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There was a little booger boy,
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Arriving alert as always
America's Army advanced -
Lock up your psychos
Get rid of your guns.by Jonathing66 20 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 18 12:35 PM 2007. In Humanity -
She lay there still and soft beside me as I awoke
Shining like the morning sunbeams on my pillow.by Jonathing66 6 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 18 9:03 AM 2007. In Love -
Imagine if you can a perfect line,
So straight and so long, -
The queen now marooned,
Drowned out and hemmed in, -
I can feel the left side of my my brain
responding to some signals sent from the right.by Jonathing66 17 lines, 4 comments, on Apr 14 9:07 AM 2007. In Love -
Hi Folks... it's God here
I am sorry but there seems to have been an awful mistake -
Look at me Mummy as the wind blows through my hair
Watch me Mummy, I am a pirate -
My Daddy was the bestest thing, the bestest thing for me,
He used to make me custard for tea -
I had 10 minutes, maybe 9, before the poker started
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You might call me prolific, but I am just a quack
Spitting out these stanzas lick a spine without a back. -
I had it at my fingertips, I had it on my mind
It sat upon my conscience and it plagued me like an old man with a diseased leg -
see the words as they drag their ugly mess across the page
screaming to be noticed like they matter so much.
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