tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60776083135436674342024-03-19T21:17:44.615-07:00Absurdly Epic PoetryPoetryJ. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-56905915748555459412020-10-27T00:21:00.004-07:002020-10-27T00:22:24.490-07:00My End Of Year Wish (2020)<h3 style="text-align: left;"> My End Of Year Wish</h3><div><br /></div><div><div>A waste of time</div><div>And yet</div><div>All that is said</div><div>Is early in hopes it is read</div><div>By the somebody</div><div>Somewhere</div><div>Who can help me along</div><div>As I can't write this song</div><div>Every time that I try</div><div>I find that I cry</div><div>Another piece of me dies</div><div>So I'll just ask the universe</div><div>I've been stuck for years</div><div>Trying through tears</div><div>With nary a notice</div><div>And people needn't see</div><div>I just want to be free</div><div>And they'd know that I'm okay</div><div>That everything's fine</div><div>For really reals this time</div><div>I don't need beyond my dreams fame or riches</div><div>No calls on any demons or witches</div><div>Success though</div><div>To not be a burden</div><div>To not be a worry or bother</div><div>To make smile my mother and father</div><div>For the care from a coldish type world</div><div>That never expected me to get the girl</div><div>I probably won't</div><div>This is probably stupid</div><div>But this probably won't even be seen</div><div>If you knew my past, you'd know what I mean</div><div>But this is my wish</div><div>My end of year wish</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1RIop9gmyxq2FSk78Jjae_IaK2XlVIZUBlCrGP-DsI-7JCM9dhE6Fl_nEyQIYs22cmjpEWGZ9pMqBk8UjUtPKQT6SO6ywKpe9stcfCTmtqH4fl9OPWs2ANwHdiFlldwUB6fJDggUMwQ/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1RIop9gmyxq2FSk78Jjae_IaK2XlVIZUBlCrGP-DsI-7JCM9dhE6Fl_nEyQIYs22cmjpEWGZ9pMqBk8UjUtPKQT6SO6ywKpe9stcfCTmtqH4fl9OPWs2ANwHdiFlldwUB6fJDggUMwQ/s320/New-Poem-Colors-04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>J. 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Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-61190175322144330632020-09-13T00:49:00.005-07:002020-09-13T00:50:43.907-07:00Another One...<h3 style="text-align: left;"> Another One...</h3><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm staring at another blank page</div><div>Okay, it's actually a screen</div><div>And it doesn't matter what it's filled with</div><div>You know what I mean?</div><div>Because no matter the written word</div><div>Or even ones I think</div><div>It always seems to end the same</div><div>And then I take a drink</div><div>I know it's pretty corny</div><div>That I think it's so dang clever</div><div>I want to see you smile</div><div>For ever and ever and ever</div><div>I don't know how to proceed</div><div>I kinda wish this was a song</div><div>Maybe it'd at least sound good</div><div>'Cause everything else feels wrong</div><div>I don't know what there is to say</div><div>I guess I'm not that deep</div><div>Just another random guy</div><div>You might see on the street</div><div>As Well, I guess there is one thing</div><div>That might be worth a mention</div><div>Of course, most would say it's so absurd</div><div>And doesn't deserve the tension</div><div>I think I may be cursed</div><div>I know the problems in my life are my fault</div><div>But there's something else</div><div>Something more</div><div>Keeping me back</div><div>And now the thoughts all halt!</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5QP9xWClPOae3Yt6pOIEJGtXDjqUgV-nZtl9PaB2NYdjsnqJeZRc-lY9xZ-0Ec-mhWDYcPT-7qvGTWeFO0GVddrH4Vb3Xi2701dgg7NO1VEWFP9VudvrHppH5FNClzK0xmPutFYexdo/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5QP9xWClPOae3Yt6pOIEJGtXDjqUgV-nZtl9PaB2NYdjsnqJeZRc-lY9xZ-0Ec-mhWDYcPT-7qvGTWeFO0GVddrH4Vb3Xi2701dgg7NO1VEWFP9VudvrHppH5FNClzK0xmPutFYexdo/s320/New-Poem-Colors-07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>J. 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Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-22168617504079773282020-09-11T23:54:00.003-07:002020-09-11T23:55:09.481-07:00Out of the Way<h3 style="text-align: left;"><u>Out of the Way</u></h3><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think I'm gonna be selfish<br />Right now<br />But after some lines<br />I'm gonna take a bow<br />You see<br />I've tried<br />And now I'm just tired<br />I used to be fired up<br />To take on the world<br />To get the dream girl<br />To make people smile<br />But<br />None of it matters<br />It always seems that way<br />I've tried the dream route<br />I've tried the real root<br />Neither seems to be<br />Meant for me<br />And I once thought I was special<br />Still my friends all ran away<br />I changed my tactics<br />But they never want to stay<br />Now my family has outgrown me<br />They want me to move on<br />But my life is just a nightmare<br />My heart's already gone<br />And I have nowhere to go<br />I can't believe in myself<br />I can see no light<br />Maybe they'd all be better off without me<br />Dragging them down<br />Into the ground<br />Guess I'm not a good me<br />Will I ever be seen<br />Will people hear what I have to say<br />Will it ever mean anything<br />Or should I maybe just<br />Continue to stay out of the way<br /><br />And now I bow and say goodnight!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ex313xq0YqS-9j0ru_mt82wwqkouYp_d4SJRLdDPsyWr5jjxkzRCVvscae86GUUTFW61Qk2mvUUYPdsy-7Tqw3g7GpsD8E6bff5hTsaa40jOGhqWsEppdlzQPAX79O9hyphenhyphenGRrJad5h1c/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ex313xq0YqS-9j0ru_mt82wwqkouYp_d4SJRLdDPsyWr5jjxkzRCVvscae86GUUTFW61Qk2mvUUYPdsy-7Tqw3g7GpsD8E6bff5hTsaa40jOGhqWsEppdlzQPAX79O9hyphenhyphenGRrJad5h1c/s320/New-Poem-Colors-03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>J. 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Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-47854545842370205372020-09-03T23:54:00.002-07:002020-09-03T23:56:58.595-07:00The Call of an Open Mind<h3 style="text-align: left;">The Call of an Open Mind</h3><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No one really gets time<br />People say they do<br />But to use the language of the streets<br />They be lyin'</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not so hard to see</div><div style="text-align: left;">What's going on</div><div style="text-align: left;">People everywhere</div><div style="text-align: left;">Are afraid of being wrong</div><div style="text-align: left;">There's always an answer</div><div style="text-align: left;">Needing to be found</div><div style="text-align: left;">But those who sink</div><div style="text-align: left;">Are not always drown</div><div style="text-align: left;">All of the theories</div><div style="text-align: left;">Models and maths</div><div style="text-align: left;">Will never reveal</div><div style="text-align: left;">The whole picture series</div><div style="text-align: left;">Written by time</div><div style="text-align: left;">So line by line</div><div style="text-align: left;">People can whine</div><div style="text-align: left;">It doesn't make sense</div><div style="text-align: left;">That's the call of an open mind</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ34SylWjdi7353fTtp3tPQ4Ywm5eRvPpbMcD5YixmUYxdl8cF4D3vcyH0DWB17ZW5EZ2Dv9HiA4MmAcQ9Fy29lMtTgWk8g4QXG-7DUbaw_bzPUOIjETdhyphenhyphen7vkJGEb-NEuZziFUpNeGo4/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ34SylWjdi7353fTtp3tPQ4Ywm5eRvPpbMcD5YixmUYxdl8cF4D3vcyH0DWB17ZW5EZ2Dv9HiA4MmAcQ9Fy29lMtTgWk8g4QXG-7DUbaw_bzPUOIjETdhyphenhyphen7vkJGEb-NEuZziFUpNeGo4/s320/New-Poem-Colors-02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>J. 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Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-42992826001083924162020-08-31T00:37:00.004-07:002020-08-31T00:39:14.614-07:00Stop The Sillybashing<h3 style="text-align: left;">Stop The Sillybashing</h3><div>It's time for it to end</div><div>Sillly isn't bad</div><div>It isn't meant to offend</div><div>If it's not for serious</div><div>Then it's not worth your time</div><div>But it is worth your derision?</div><div>So where's the line?</div><div>Things must be classy</div><div>And not too low</div><div>The thing is some people's low</div><div>Is as high as they'll go</div><div>We must use curses</div><div>And a gravelly voice</div><div>As if that matters</div><div>There's no real choice</div><div>The decisions been made</div><div>A die already cast</div><div>Some silly parade</div><div>Is a dream of the past</div><div>Silly is honest</div><div>Silly is pure</div><div>When the blues get you down</div><div>Silly is the cure</div><div>The world is big</div><div>Harsh at times</div><div>That's why there is silly</div><div>And really dope rhymes</div><div>So don't bash it out</div><div>Oh ye, haters of mirth</div><div>There's silly for you</div><div>So give a wide berth</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1RIop9gmyxq2FSk78Jjae_IaK2XlVIZUBlCrGP-DsI-7JCM9dhE6Fl_nEyQIYs22cmjpEWGZ9pMqBk8UjUtPKQT6SO6ywKpe9stcfCTmtqH4fl9OPWs2ANwHdiFlldwUB6fJDggUMwQ/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1RIop9gmyxq2FSk78Jjae_IaK2XlVIZUBlCrGP-DsI-7JCM9dhE6Fl_nEyQIYs22cmjpEWGZ9pMqBk8UjUtPKQT6SO6ywKpe9stcfCTmtqH4fl9OPWs2ANwHdiFlldwUB6fJDggUMwQ/w410-h290/New-Poem-Colors-04.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>J. 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Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-81602995634185679942020-08-31T00:06:00.003-07:002020-08-31T00:38:19.169-07:00The Crazy Ones<h3 style="text-align: left;">The Crazy Ones</h3><div style="text-align: left;">Not a one really cares</div><div style="text-align: left;">They don't even notice</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not malice</div><div style="text-align: left;">Or a way to spread grief</div><div style="text-align: left;">We don't have the loudest voice</div><div style="text-align: left;">And everyone else is always talking</div><div style="text-align: left;">So how can we even be heard</div><div style="text-align: left;">Let's dream of a day</div><div style="text-align: left;">Where they see our pain</div><div style="text-align: left;">And somebody cares</div><div style="text-align: left;">Outside of oneself</div><div style="text-align: left;">Where there is warmth</div><div style="text-align: left;">The tingles that travel</div><div style="text-align: left;">Up the spine</div><div style="text-align: left;">Into an improbable world</div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of a cold planet</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pulling back to a cold realism</div><div style="text-align: left;">Where everyone's words are important</div><div style="text-align: left;">Except for yours an mine</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are but the crazy ones...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5QP9xWClPOae3Yt6pOIEJGtXDjqUgV-nZtl9PaB2NYdjsnqJeZRc-lY9xZ-0Ec-mhWDYcPT-7qvGTWeFO0GVddrH4Vb3Xi2701dgg7NO1VEWFP9VudvrHppH5FNClzK0xmPutFYexdo/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5QP9xWClPOae3Yt6pOIEJGtXDjqUgV-nZtl9PaB2NYdjsnqJeZRc-lY9xZ-0Ec-mhWDYcPT-7qvGTWeFO0GVddrH4Vb3Xi2701dgg7NO1VEWFP9VudvrHppH5FNClzK0xmPutFYexdo/w410-h290/New-Poem-Colors-07.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>J. 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Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-1170515068620918112020-08-18T13:14:00.004-07:002020-08-18T14:57:16.730-07:00The One Thing<h1 style="text-align: left;"><b>The One Thing</b></h1><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm probably not the face<br />They all want to see<br />Sometimes in life</div><div style="text-align: left;">You must be the person you were meant to be</div><div style="text-align: left;">No one can see the </div><div style="text-align: left;">Passage of time</div><div style="text-align: left;">So why blame yourself</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you haven't committed the crime</div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe they won't want you</div><div style="text-align: left;">And maybe they won't need you</div><div style="text-align: left;">They may never even dance to your songs</div><div style="text-align: left;">Which took forever to create</div><div style="text-align: left;">And you were told you not to take that long</div><div style="text-align: left;">So why try</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, maybe someday, somewhere</div><div style="text-align: left;">There's a heart like mine</div><div style="text-align: left;">That will be touched</div><div style="text-align: left;">Will understand</div><div style="text-align: left;">Will smile knowing</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm out of my mind</div><div style="text-align: left;">But it all means something</div><div style="text-align: left;">And that is the one thing</div><div style="text-align: left;">That really matters</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJec8h8pgxgK5Xw1cFgW9yJ8HRM2A04Djt9AU_oipWxpSrkSTGrT-mC-0KZ3uyZQ9zqupjvQ6VIGI42AyxmOpkSEyMXb-et8_WgbulQoz92i7413jlo4Ll-YCE81reyHZabcQ8iY4aMwg/s2048/New-Poem-Colors-06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJec8h8pgxgK5Xw1cFgW9yJ8HRM2A04Djt9AU_oipWxpSrkSTGrT-mC-0KZ3uyZQ9zqupjvQ6VIGI42AyxmOpkSEyMXb-et8_WgbulQoz92i7413jlo4Ll-YCE81reyHZabcQ8iY4aMwg/w410-h290/New-Poem-Colors-06.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>J. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-36414387097832500912020-07-10T12:29:00.001-07:002020-07-14T12:30:15.780-07:00Tones of Triumph (Shortform Poetry Contest Entry 7-10-2020)<h2>
Tones of Triumph (Shortform Poetry Contest Entry 7-10-2020)</h2>
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I shall embark<br />
On this brand, new journey<br />
Well<br />
New to me<br />
Not to the world<br />
Which is concerning<br />
Can it be liked?<br />
Will it even work?<br />
If I don't try<br />
I may never know.<br />
And one must never say never!<br />
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NOTE: This poem was entered into the Shortform Poetry Contest at Button Poetry on 7-10-2020. The poetry contest asks you to enter works of less than 250 characters including spaces... which kinda explains why this is so short!J. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-10121002879850577282020-06-16T01:02:00.002-07:002020-07-14T12:34:32.013-07:00Words Mean Something<h2>
Words Mean Something</h2>
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Do these words mean anything<br />
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What about</div>
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If you choose to sing them</div>
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Would anybody listen</div>
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Would anybody try to</div>
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The theory is no</div>
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And that's just how things go</div>
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Right</div>
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No</div>
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You're wrong</div>
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This is a poem not a song</div>
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No matter how you doll it up</div>
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Make it cute as a button</div>
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So much that it will hurt</div>
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When you say something curt</div>
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Because words still mean something</div>
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No one can know what futures bring</div>
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Silly rhymes</div>
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Don't lie ahead</div>
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Stay sad and serious</div>
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A smiling face deserves a cuss</div>
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And you may never see the humor</div>
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Okay Boomer</div>
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That wasn't used right</div>
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But at least there was light</div>
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You never even saw it happening</div>
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The whole internet is there</div>
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But you only used Bing</div>
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If I thought I could</div>
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I would sing</div>
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A taunt</div>
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Right now</div>
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Though I'd probably screw it up somehow</div>
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Words are often quite tricky</div>
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Even words like sticky</div>
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Which can be quite icky</div>
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But words mean something</div>
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J. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-80063967413842044272020-06-16T00:33:00.001-07:002020-07-14T12:32:13.202-07:00Chicken of Doom<h2>
Chicken of Doom</h2>
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The line is lost in time<br />
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Ready to be called a crime</div>
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Solved like slime</div>
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In a little tin jar</div>
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But you don't know </div>
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How far you have to run</div>
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You can't pun your way out of this one</div>
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The truth is told</div>
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Paths are clear</div>
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It shouldn't take</div>
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More than a year</div>
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Or a life</div>
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Deep cuts of a knife</div>
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Look at every useful body</div>
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Maybe then you'll see</div>
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There's no useful bits for free</div>
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Just trash</div>
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To be discarded</div>
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Broken-hearted</div>
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Bits of</div>
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Everything overlooked</div>
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And under-cooked</div>
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Like the chicken that was promised</div>
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But never delivered upon</div>
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So as anticipation</div>
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Pulls into the station</div>
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A hesitation fills the room</div>
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Can the chicken ever be done</div>
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The Dark Cape's Tree</h2>
<br />
Lightning crashes over the dark cape<br />
Leading to a boulders fat<br />
That tumbles down the mountain<br />
Did the lightning make it fall<br />
Or was it not secure at all<br />
It rolled down the hill like a playful ball<br />
And there may have been no stopping it<br />
But the boulder<br />
Bulldozed<br />
Also a tree<br />
Taking away<br />
A small beauty<br />
Removing the capes claim to fame<br />
Not that it was noticed<br />
Yet had it been<br />
The tree would be<br />
A fame claim<br />
All the world would see<br />
A bright-like hope<br />
With the shape of a tree<br />
Yet the tree did flee<br />
With the boulder bulldozer<br />
So nobody will know the dark cape's secret<br />
No harm, no foul<br />
And the bareness there now<br />
Doesn't mean much to anybody<br />
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<br />J. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-45060864523938940762020-06-08T01:04:00.000-07:002020-07-14T12:33:22.922-07:00To Watch You<h2>
To Watch You</h2>
<br />
Where are you<br />
I dreamed I dreamed about you<br />
But you're not here<br />
Which I noticed with my notice balls<br />
Some call them eyes<br />
Now I'm feeling very small<br />
As that wasn't the plan<br />
To watch you<br />
Shoot into the sunset<br />
Into a sea of swirling stars<br />
Leaving lots of scars<br />
On my heart<br />
And my head<br />
Saying words to me<br />
Like "you're dead"<br />
Or "white bread"<br />
They sound so the same<br />
I always get them confused<br />
They line up in rows of twos<br />
Then I'm looking for my shoes again<br />
There is no knowing<br />
Like boat rowing<br />
But you've got to keep going<br />
'Cause now you're glowing<br />
And the world deserves to see you<br />
I always thought I'd be there too<br />
Yet here I am<br />
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Words Can Hurt</h2>
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It hurts me that you'd say I am evil<br />
That having different thoughts<br />
Makes me less than other people<br />
It also hurts me that you think I have some privilege<br />
That I'm just not sharing with you<br />
Well, it's not true<br />
Almost thirty-six years<br />
Gave me nothing to show<br />
Working hard<br />
Through pain and blood flow<br />
It's not anything close<br />
But even the notion<br />
Sends to me an ocean<br />
Destroying my heart<br />
Tearing me apart<br />
And you think it's all right to<br />
That's the problem<br />
I don't one hundred percent agree with you<br />
And that's enough to<br />
Write me off<br />
And what about the hundreds of millions<br />
Of others<br />
Did you ever think that they might want a say<br />
Or would you turn your supposedly open mind away?<br />
Fight for the rights<br />
And what you want to see<br />
But please stop telling me<br />
What you think I am<br />
When you never gave me a chance<br />
And expect me to join the dance<br />
When I don't know the steps<br />
You're just doing what you gotta do I guess<br />
But when I am myself<br />
I won't be that toy upon your shelf<br />
I am not evil<br />
Or Irredeemable<br />
Or a disgusting abuser of everything good<br />
Please see what you're doing<br />
I wish that you would<br />
Just because someone doesn't say a few words<br />
Doesn't mean they don't believe<br />
No one should lose<br />
When they don't even speak<br />
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<br />J. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-42245541956633861522020-06-02T01:09:00.000-07:002020-07-14T12:35:09.334-07:00A Different Path<h2>
A Different Path</h2>
<br />
We are free to choose<br />
<div>
The winning side</div>
<div>
Or if we all will lose</div>
<div>
But the winning side</div>
<div>
Is full of pomp</div>
<div>
And by choosing that</div>
<div>
We lose</div>
<div>
Well</div>
<div>
I don't wanna play the game</div>
<div>
Sides don't really matter anyway</div>
<div>
And people are suffering</div>
<div>
No matter what they say</div>
<div>
And if you chase the one that got away</div>
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Is it really moving forward<br />
As they say</div>
<div>
If they'd all just look</div>
<div>
From upside down</div>
<div>
They might see</div>
<div>
That they've all been kinda crazy</div>
<div>
And I would tell the</div>
<div>
But it turns out that I'm just lazy</div>
<div>
I guess I'm the problem</div>
<div>
I am evil</div>
<div>
And some won't go that far</div>
<div>
But who I choose</div>
<div>
Might cause a riot</div>
<div>
And to me</div>
<div>
That's just bizarre</div>
<div>
Isn't there something better than throwing blame</div>
<div>
If you're so smart and enlightened</div>
<div>
Then maybe you should light that flame</div>
<div>
And don't turns people</div>
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Into causes</div>
<div>
Everyone</div>
<div>
Is a person</div>
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Deserves applauses</div>
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Feels the pain</div>
<div>
And the disdain</div>
<div>
It isn't about agreeing</div>
<div>
What you're seeing</div>
<div>
Or the things that you post online</div>
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Just be who you want to see</div>
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It's what make sense to me</div>
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Lift Them Up</h2>
<br />
Stop telling me a positive<br />
Is negative<br />
Because people don't want to hear it<br />
People shouldn't have to fear<br />
It all gets worse<br />
When you stoke that fire<br />
We just need hope because<br />
So little is out there<br />
How could anyone dare<br />
Share that poison<br />
People need a laugh<br />
Maybe it's not your job<br />
You just share the reported stories<br />
Not the happiness and the glories<br />
To that I must say "Sorry,<br />
That's not how we do things here!"<br />
Lift them up<br />
As they say<br />
It's the beginning of a bright, new day<br />
And if she wants to join me she can<br />
But if I'm alone<br />
I'll do my best<br />
And maybe then<br />
Everybody<br />
Will find a smile<br />
Instead of getting riled<br />
By the darkest thoughts<br />
Everyone thinks they want<br />
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Playing By The Rules</h2>
<br />
When they said<br />
"Play by the rules"<br />
I honestly thought<br />
They weren't making fools<br />
I also believed<br />
They'd give me the tools<br />
And I wouldn't have to fight<br />
To be<br />
Alive<br />
But it's only true<br />
If you're one of the few<br />
And people see you<br />
What if you're unseen<br />
You work hard<br />
But have never been<br />
Acknowledged<br />
And most likely<br />
Will never be<br />
The words of comfort<br />
Are only your own<br />
To think about that<br />
Cuts down to the bone<br />
You Love so much<br />
It hurts your heart zone<br />
It's not alright<br />
May there be a light<br />
For you<br />
A real one<br />
With all the happiness and fun<br />
You deserve for<br />
Playing by the rules<br />
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Non-Rhyming Babblethon</h2>
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Always<br />
<div>
Be</div>
<div>
Carrying</div>
<div>
Dragon</div>
<div>
Eggs</div>
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For</div>
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Guarding</div>
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Hysterical</div>
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Iconic</div>
<div>
Justified</div>
<div>
Karate</div>
<div>
Lame</div>
<div>
Moles</div>
<div>
Need</div>
<div>
Only</div>
<div>
Potent</div>
<div>
Qualifications</div>
<div>
Read</div>
<div>
Sadly</div>
<div>
To</div>
<div>
Utter</div>
<div>
Woeful</div>
<div>
Xeroxes</div>
<div>
Yelling</div>
<div>
Zeal</div>
<div>
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Worth Fighting For</h2>
<br />
I want to show the world<br />
I can do something great<br />
Something they'd notice<br />
That they preferably wouldn't hate<br />
Something they'd talk about<br />
For years and years<br />
It'd leave a mark<br />
And cause so many tears<br />
Of joy<br />
And boy<br />
Oh boy<br />
What that something would be<br />
I's Love it<br />
When people finally saw<br />
What I wanted them to see<br />
When I posted the post<br />
People's be like<br />
MAAAAAAAN<br />
That's really cool<br />
I wish I had that plan<br />
And the girl of my dreams<br />
Would finally see<br />
I'm not just an empty space<br />
Who watches TV<br />
Waiting and wishing<br />
Wishing and dreaming<br />
Dreaming that I could find the right words<br />
Say them the right way<br />
And finally get<br />
To feeling okay<br />
I'm tired of the nothing<br />
I'm ready for something more<br />
I'm asking you to not stop me<br />
Can I be worth fighting for?<br />
<br />
<br />
And while we're on the subject<br />
Can it be okay to rhyme again?<br />
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It all comes screaming<br />
Out at once<br />
And there's naught can be done<br />
This is no fun<br />
They say<br />
So they click away<br />
After trials and errors<br />
It really doesn't matter<br />
If I'm there or not<br />
Who has been upsot by this<br />
All this is<br />
Another mess<br />
That I'm taking part in<br />
The timing was right<br />
But the curve had been thrown<br />
With nothing to do<br />
The boy ends up alone again<br />
Wishing<br />
Hoping<br />
Praying<br />
All that good<br />
And all that energy<br />
Has been for<br />
Something positive<br />
Happy happy<br />
Please don't let him<br />
Fall away<br />
With mighty voices<br />
You always say<br />
We work for the weak who've fallen hard<br />
How is it right to not<br />
Lift up a damaged soul<br />
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I won't remember my dreams</div>
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But in the morning</div>
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I'll wake up to find you there</div>
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In my head</div>
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Or my mind</div>
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Whatever</div>
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You're so fair</div>
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And so kind</div>
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Happy to just be alive</div>
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Have a good day</div>
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Is a thing that we say</div>
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As the birds chirp merrily onward</div>
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To get on with this date</div>
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Is a task that can wait</div>
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As alarms activate again</div>
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Once more</div>
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Yet with gentle talk of snooze</div>
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It resets it's fuse</div>
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For a few precious moments</div>
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However</div>
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It's never the same</div>
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I can't go back</div>
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You aren't there</div>
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And you never were</div>
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This is an outrage</div>
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How am I meant to keep going</div>
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When my biggest dream is gone?</div>
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I might as well get up</div>
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Though it doesn't seem...</div>
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Wait!</div>
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WAIT! WAIT!</div>
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WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!</div>
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I can wake up!</div>
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There's a state I cannot wait for!</div>
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Today I hope to reach her!</div>
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YES!</div>
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But tonight</div>
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Maybe I'll dream of her!</div>
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And maybe she'll also dream of me...</div>
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Into your eyes<br />
I know<br />
I know<br />
The point is less<br />
But many nights of cries<br />
Lead to thoughts<br />
Of "What if?"<br />
And imagination gone mad<br />
While the world moves on<br />
With no remorse<br />
Not even a tad<br />
And I hope<br />
And I'm sure<br />
All that she ever wanted<br />
Will come to pass<br />
It'd just be nice<br />
If I had<br />
Something to fall into<br />
Too<br />
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Two men<br />
Thick as thieves<br />
Explore a tomb<br />
Ancient evil awaits the alarm<br />
And once it comes<br />
All is well<br />
For evil<br />
And plague<br />
And demons from beyond<br />
Lives are changed<br />
World's destroyed<br />
Do they care?<br />
Probably not<br />
If it isn't shiny<br />
But what is the point if nothing works?<br />
So the hieves return<br />
To fix thier folly<br />
As only the dishonest can<br />
A battle of dead<br />
Soldiers of dread<br />
Can never win<br />
Against the trueness of men<br />
Even against the odds<br />
Victory can always be found<br />
And a spark of light<br />
Ends the blight<br />
That has spread forth from the town<br />
But this story's not done<br />
There's no fame to be had<br />
Just a debt<br />
For deeds done<br />
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I realized this poem didn't actually go very deep into the final battle which was really the point...<br />
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Two men<br />
And a demon<br />
Do battle<br />
Fighting the night<br />
Away in a tomb<br />
Darkness and fire<br />
Deeds to inspire<br />
A way to win<br />
The only way<br />
Is the shedding of blood<br />
Trudging throught mud<br />
To find a way<br />
A single weakness<br />
A breath of hope<br />
Sparks from a sword<br />
The most special sword<br />
Cracking against an unexceptional rock<br />
Is enough to bring down a demon<br />
But is that enough<br />
To tame a heart of darkness?<br />
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I was good<br />
At something<br />
Something useful<br />
That people found<br />
To be good<br />
They'd ask for advice<br />
And since I am nice<br />
Oblige them I obviously would<br />
I hate to sit there<br />
Staying silent<br />
So people won't think<br />
"He's a fool!<br />
I can't believe he can form so many words<br />
And that his face isn't covered in drool!"<br />
I'm sick of searching<br />
For a purpose<br />
When no one cares<br />
Perhaps<br />
I'll just take the laughs<br />
And run<br />
I'm not sure<br />
I was even seen<br />
By the girl of my every dream<br />
Is it time for iced cream<br />
The future is still bright it seems<br />
Or at least that's what's said to me<br />
I don't quite see it<br />
But I want to believe it<br />
So maybe I'll achieve it<br />
Though honest to goodness<br />
I'd want her to want to<br />
Walk along with me<br />
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<br />J. C. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190212655920830822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077608313543667434.post-88797565611016020132019-10-27T01:08:00.000-07:002019-10-27T01:08:27.113-07:00...And Again...They say<br />
If you do it well<br />
Don't do it for free<br />
But the people who say it<br />
Must not know me<br />
It's not really an answer<br />
If you do nothing well<br />
You can have lots of fun<br />
There's just nothing to tell them though<br />
Because you see failing<br />
People don't pay for that<br />
Or rather I do<br />
I know that they worked hard<br />
But there's also some luck<br />
Those who don't have it<br />
Face lots of suck<br />
We don't expect shortcuts<br />
Or easy breaks<br />
Just some understanding<br />
Of the toll it takes<br />
To keep trying<br />
And not crying<br />
The weary sighing<br />
The thoughts of dying<br />
And the constant denying faced<br />
From even the best of pals<br />
So congratulations to you<br />
Much happiness and success<br />
I am not a guest here<br />
So I guess I'll try again<br />
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But things are feeling weird</div>
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Can't put my finger exactly on it</div>
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Don't you think that's strange</div>
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Erased</div>
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From everything I thought I'd be a part of</div>
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Gone from your memories</div>
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Hell</div>
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I always thought I'd make you laugh</div>
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Just once and then forever</div>
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Kindred spirits</div>
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Lacking a sense of a sense of purpose</div>
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Mere dreamers</div>
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Not believing that any of our dreams were worthless</div>
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Our thoughts were one</div>
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Perplexing</div>
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Quizzical</div>
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Raw</div>
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Somehow I decided it was enough</div>
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That could've been a start</div>
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Unsurprisingly you've found your way</div>
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Vehemently though I must still go on</div>
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Without your light to guide me</div>
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X-rays of my heart show a simple husk</div>
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Yearning is all I do and some day I'll get a clue</div>
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Zero will become a hero and still Loves you</div>
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