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12-15-2004, 07:06 PM

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ost_uid0="SBYRD5"]I was angry today..better take it out in another post here...

MY eye's searching like an eagle,
My hands tensed ready to let the marrow escape,
My heart is burning red...my pulse is quick,
MY ears are being eaten alive by haters an exlovers that bring words that break my clique..I took so long to build my heart with bricks,

So bad love is the big bad wolf..blowing our hearts down,
Or is it just my humanity being questioned on this lifestream,

I MEAN "Who am I." "like phuck who am I"
A lad making ends meet on a burger King Salary...my escape being my words,
If I was mute I'd have nothing...like a painter that paint's landscapes being blind,

My depression creates insects whenever I close my eye's and try to think with my mind,

I got tooth decay from kissing a princess so sweet even another queen of spades couldn't resist her...

And now I'm something less to her....
Meant more to her than my mother's birthright to to my last name,
All a young man like me can do is just tie on his du-rag tight...and keep wearing his chain....=/

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That was a good poem and sbyrd you looke like carmello lol. thats my name 2 i looke just like him i realy do.well thats what all the girls say.

12-15-2004, 07:06 PM	#239
75-1103076306 Guest Posts: n/a Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: Post(s) Tagged: Thread(s) Quoted: Post(s)	[quoteost_uid0="SBYRD5"]I was angry today..better take it out in another post here... MY eye's searching like an eagle, My hands tensed ready to let the marrow escape, My heart is burning red...my pulse is quick, MY ears are being eaten alive by haters an exlovers that bring words that break my clique..I took so long to build my heart with bricks, So bad love is the big bad wolf..blowing our hearts down, Or is it just my humanity being questioned on this lifestream, I MEAN "Who am I." "like phuck who am I" A lad making ends meet on a burger King Salary...my escape being my words, If I was mute I'd have nothing...like a painter that paint's landscapes being blind, My depression creates insects whenever I close my eye's and try to think with my mind, I got tooth decay from kissing a princess so sweet even another queen of spades couldn't resist her... And now I'm something less to her.... Meant more to her than my mother's birthright to to my last name, All a young man like me can do is just tie on his du-rag tight...and keep wearing his chain....=/ :dozingoff:[/quote] That was a good poem and sbyrd you looke like carmello lol. thats my name 2 i looke just like him i realy do.well thats what all the girls say.