

child's poemi remember ripping my t-shirt on a fence post i think it was for a girl but it was rather bright but i forgot how to climb a fence and i was left flustered and laughing nervously and her dangerously small giggle stirred nervous laughter in my humble hands stirred the dirt under my feet with a strange walk walk like a little dance walk at least three feet behind her because i was a young boy because the summer was brighter that day i forgot who it was i forgot her maybe i was older maybe i should have reached to her shoulder touched the youth in herchild's poem


mothchildMothchild! Ignored after a harsh raport consisting of reports of Ma and Pops flying lightbulbs for hours on end How smart of child could come from them?mothchild
Fly my mothchild! Born of a brighter kind crafting light from mind Brain to bulb and bulb to bright Lighting in the foggy night
Our mothchild! So strong to succeed and win the species race! Flying strong early to set a pace! Dozens of cameras thinking of your mothface And your hair with tints of lace!


bus poemnow i get to feel like me seeing friends smile misery elemental truths decanted from complex dilutes glares of pretty evenings bulbs blinking in daylight pungent flashing frightsbus poem
she scares me away from fear she cares not to come close to me it's a pretty evening when she is frightened of fear of becoming attached to me


the crisp adultry of gloryWorst dollar ever spent I have crappy luck, Getting jelly beans like this Sugar-enriched jelly pouring from my bag into the sewers Am I feeding the fishes? Don't they love sugar? Jelly bean connesuere salmon? Don't they love jelly? Am I feeding the fishes, Or merely spoiling the tastes of Confectionary lovers? Over-spicing the innocence Of our Finned friendsthe crisp adultry of glory
Spoiled by this asshole BADJELLYBEANCORP. (C)(R)
With taste often goes time Bad jelly beans distort the hours Women's lips warp the hours (they were only the mou
its okay though. and hello!
its been a while. hi hi hi hi hi hi hi.
How. Fun!!
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I probably just said something offensive. It's just the internet, relax already, dork.
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elliot sucks...
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Well, Mr. Horse, what are your feelings about that fall?
august! likes guns
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"maybe you look like a delicious drama twinkie that they can't wait to suck the creamy life out of"
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Rythmatic, Systematic, World Control
Magnetic, Genetic, To Match Your Soul
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"maybe you look like a delicious drama twinkie that they can't wait to suck the creamy life out of"
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