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:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P Sweet Dreams! By: Xopl The ant fell asleep, And dreamt his good dreams. He dreamt he was big, And he loved all the screams That were music to him, That came from all the people He was stepping on. untitled By: Xopl I sold my soul today, Just wrote it on a slip. The man who bought it laughed, As he flew away. I don't think he's coming back, But I don't give a sh*t. I got my 90 cents, Bought myself a fix. Depression By: Xopl Perched and set I ponder, Mind cluttered to the brink. I can no longer stop and weave A thought in which to think. untitled By: Xopl The frightening thing About locked doors Is the chance that They might not be keeping you out, They might be keeping something in. Way Down South By: An Anonymous Person Way down south where bananas grow, A grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe. The elephant said, with tears in his eyes, "Pick on somebody your own size." ----[[[--*Destiny* and the Unicorn--]]]---- By: Mhaijik Standing on the Observation Deck- surrounded by a cloud of velvet softness sounds heard dimly as if the hooves were wrapped in cotton muffled footsteps echo slowly, brite sprites of light star the sky red, blue, green at random, to stir the white and gold a cyclone of fairy dust a question mark makes. The edge draws one closer, peering over the vastness, void, stretching out to the unknown far and wide from where we all come to linger and dream the edge of a time forgotten remembered deje vu for some, rebirth for some, dawning of age, a new beginning for some, or refounding of old, totally brand new and amazing, the wealth of the future broad based history, the majik of the technology floats freely a web unseen, continents drifting closer and closer, people from eons of time meet together, and exchange thoughts, wishes and dreams. Poetry becomes a language the land invokes a spirit of feeling words, thoughts are translated into languages of letters and punctuation symbols are created, communicate emotions, we *are* really here, a truer self in dreamscape, speaking feelings freely, sharing souls long hidden voice, burdens of external trappings, fears, constraining inhibitions all were lost at sea transversed by Argo, most times for good, but at times evil, worlds growing pains felt round. Legends are forming in the spaces we create and populate with our beings time stands still in this world, night and day exist in locales, night here, day there, in our worlds as well, day here, night there, the land is a collage of seasons, snow, garden, green and growing ,sun, blasted heath, surrounded by a cloud of velvet softness sounds heard dimly as if the hooves were wrapped in cotton muffled footsteps echo slowly, Unicorns roam free--- Four Little Tigers By: Anonymous Four little tigers Sitting in a tree; One became a lady's coat, Now there's only three... Three little tigers 'Neath a sky of blue; One became a rich man's rug, Now there's only two... Two little tigers Sleeping in the sun; One a hunter's trophy made, Now there's only one... One little tiger, waiting to be had OOOPS, he got the hunter first, Aren't you kind of glad ? Little Bo-Peep By: Anonymous Little Bo-Peep Has lost her sheep And thinks they may be roaming They havent fled They've all dropped dead From nerve gas in Wyoming. Green Eggs & Hamlet By: I wish I knew I ask to be, or not to be. That is the question, I ask of me. This sullied life, it makes me shudder. My uncle's boffing dear, sweet mother. Would I, could I take my life? Could I, should I, end this strife? Should I jump out of a plane? Or throw myself before a train? Should I from a cliff just leap? Could I put myself to sleep? Shoot myself, or take some poison? Maybe try self immoloition? To shudder off this mortal coil, I could stab myself with a fencing foil. Slash my wrists while in the bath? Would it end my angst and wrath? To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub. I could drop a toaster in my tub. Would all be glad, if I were dead? Could I perhaps kill them instead? This line of thought takes consideration - For I'm the king of procrastination. Knowledge By: Andrew Adams when all the things you have are gone and all is lost it will remain when all you have is nothing and all is lost it will be there like a star burning bright untill there is no fuel and all is lost will it remain? Yield By: Andrew Adams where there is pity or disbelief or anger there is dignity ... somehow or faith ... somewhere or respect ... in someone who do you pity? Insane Jane By: Andrew Adams can't you see? it seems so clear to me. could it be, that only i see? how can it be, that you can't see? it seems so clear to me. it can't be, that only i see. there is a key, to let you see, what seems so clear to me. Love By: Missi Blue love is sweet, love is swell, but when your married, love is hell! Friendship Poem By: [name withheld] I'm looking for a friend today, A friend who will never stay away I want a friend, or maybe two I want a friend just like you I'm looking for a friend, you see A friend who needs someone like me I want this friend, i really do But i want a friend just like you Im looking for a friend sincere A friend who'll always bring good cheer I want a friend who wants me too I want a friend who's just like you Im looking for a friend whos good Who does the things a kind friend should I want a friend who's happy too I want a friend just like you. Im looking for a loving friend, Who will not let our friendship end I want a friend whos always true I think i found my friend- its you! Death By: Anonymous I may be in your house I may be very near Look around Up and down Here the groaning Fear I may be getting closer I may be far away Just remember to not get caught And you'll live to see another day. The World As I See It By: Stephanie Quillen When I look into a mirror, I see shattered dreams, And rebuilt fear, A broken Clock, A dragon's tear, A blood red moon, A shining star, A fiery mind, A run down car. I see all these things, And in the middle, I see myself, So small and little. Life Submitted By: Watson Q The kiss of a rose, The touch of a knife, The pain that runs through me, Most of my life. The hug I recieve, When I'm feeling low, If only for a moment, It makes me glow. The tear of a dragon, Under a blood red sun, Reminds me that maybe, my life is done. Just Me Accept me as I am-I have no guarantee. A claim to perfection I have not. Perfect I cannot be. I, like human. Prone to make mistakes. Failure is not a character flaw, Just a part of the human makeup. I live, I laugh and I also learn. My knowledge is incomplete. I am searching all the time, in waking hours as well as sleep. I have a long road to travel, as well as you do. We learn our lessons on the way. Wisdom we shall acrue. Accept me as I am Because I am And You are you. No one like me in the world. That is my only guarantee. God Bless....
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