Why don't you play mg but you browse the forums niggerSleezypro wrote:Naked hotdog, no ketchup, no mustard
I like it raw, pull out game too strong
Oops, I just pre-C'd up in that V
Lets get that bitch on plan B
I aint no baby dad-E
GG
-Sleezypro
Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
Last edited by Satan on Mon Jan 19, 2015 7:08 am, edited 2 times in total.
rip mg
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
Topic ruined...Sleezypro wrote:Naked hotdog, no ketchup, no mustard
I like it raw, pull out game too strong
Oops, I just pre-C'd up in that V
Lets get that bitch on plan B
I aint no baby dad-E
GG
-Sleezypro
Last edited by Dubstab on Mon Jan 19, 2015 8:38 am, edited 2 times in total.
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
My smile is kind of mean
Maybe it's not a smile at all.
Cause I'm not glad.
Just some sort of ironic satisfaction.
Yeah I'm lonely, but so are you.
The difference is I can handle it.
I'm stronger than you.
At least in daylight.
But at night my dreams seems so real that I cant separate them from reality.
Your sweet whisper in my ear chills my spine even there.
Maybe it's not a smile at all.
Cause I'm not glad.
Just some sort of ironic satisfaction.
Yeah I'm lonely, but so are you.
The difference is I can handle it.
I'm stronger than you.
At least in daylight.
But at night my dreams seems so real that I cant separate them from reality.
Your sweet whisper in my ear chills my spine even there.
Last edited by Jasmine on Mon Jan 19, 2015 8:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Much love
Jasmine
Jasmine
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
Your smile is scarring my eyes.
Your laugh is cutting my eardrums.
Your touch burns my skin.
Your words, like knifes in my heart.
All of you, as painful as nails against a chalkboard.
Just as painful as liqeur in wounds.
You're just playing a bit rough my friend.
I love you, you piece of shit.
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Am I allowed to play with the loneliness toys if I don't want to be alone?
Is it okey to cry with pain if you're trying to be happy?
Can you stay quiet when you want people to listen?
Am I allowed to lie even if I want people to understand?
Can I die when the meaning of life is to live?
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Anxiety
Anxiety anxiety
My heart is screaming, but not as loud as my arms.
Stop!
I can't.
Please...
I'm sorry.
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They.
They laugh at me, pushing me to continue.
Even though my music is on the highest volume, I can't shut them out.
Their voices.
It's inside of me.
Creeping, Crawling, infecting.
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"Everything is okey" I say and look the other way.
Tears burning behind my eyelids and I blink once, hard.
You look at me, touches my cheek and walks away.
I smile weakly, once again you trusted my lies.
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I try to smile, but tears run down.
I try to see the image that I'm shown.
I try to stay warm, but it's still cold.
I'm trying to give, but I've already given it all.
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So here I stand again.
Wondering how my green eyes can be so blue.
Is it because my tears blurr the sight?
The greeneyed girl that could be so naiv.
Who let the heart decide for good and bad.
The greeneyed girl with eyes so blue.
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On light feet I sneak out of the room.
Leaving you sleeping.
The clock is closer to morning than night.
Only friends.
Stolen moments, crooked smiles.
To walk ten minutes apart.
A game, a play with blurred rules.
Diffuse boundaries.
Only friends.
We did agree, your head and my head.
But my heart is screaming for more.
Will you listen?
---------------------------------------------
Lollipops became ciggarettes.
The innocent turned to sluts.
Soda became vodka.
Bicykles to motorcykles and cars.
Kisses became sex.
Do you remember that "Being high" meant that you had a good speed on your swing?
"To be protected" was wearing a helmet.
The worst thing a guy could do was to give you bacilluses
Daddys shoulders was the best place in the world, and mom was a hero.
Your worst enemies was your siblings.
War was just a game.
The only drug you knew was painkillers.
The worst feeling was falling and scraping your knees.
"Goodbye" only meant "See you tomorrow"
Why did we long to grow up?
Your laugh is cutting my eardrums.
Your touch burns my skin.
Your words, like knifes in my heart.
All of you, as painful as nails against a chalkboard.
Just as painful as liqeur in wounds.
You're just playing a bit rough my friend.
I love you, you piece of shit.
---------------------------------------------------------
Am I allowed to play with the loneliness toys if I don't want to be alone?
Is it okey to cry with pain if you're trying to be happy?
Can you stay quiet when you want people to listen?
Am I allowed to lie even if I want people to understand?
Can I die when the meaning of life is to live?
----------------------------------------------------
Anxiety
Anxiety anxiety
My heart is screaming, but not as loud as my arms.
Stop!
I can't.
Please...
I'm sorry.
------------------------------------------
They.
They laugh at me, pushing me to continue.
Even though my music is on the highest volume, I can't shut them out.
Their voices.
It's inside of me.
Creeping, Crawling, infecting.
----------------------------------------------
"Everything is okey" I say and look the other way.
Tears burning behind my eyelids and I blink once, hard.
You look at me, touches my cheek and walks away.
I smile weakly, once again you trusted my lies.
------------------------------------------------------------
I try to smile, but tears run down.
I try to see the image that I'm shown.
I try to stay warm, but it's still cold.
I'm trying to give, but I've already given it all.
---------------------------------------------------
So here I stand again.
Wondering how my green eyes can be so blue.
Is it because my tears blurr the sight?
The greeneyed girl that could be so naiv.
Who let the heart decide for good and bad.
The greeneyed girl with eyes so blue.
---------------------------------------------
On light feet I sneak out of the room.
Leaving you sleeping.
The clock is closer to morning than night.
Only friends.
Stolen moments, crooked smiles.
To walk ten minutes apart.
A game, a play with blurred rules.
Diffuse boundaries.
Only friends.
We did agree, your head and my head.
But my heart is screaming for more.
Will you listen?
---------------------------------------------
Lollipops became ciggarettes.
The innocent turned to sluts.
Soda became vodka.
Bicykles to motorcykles and cars.
Kisses became sex.
Do you remember that "Being high" meant that you had a good speed on your swing?
"To be protected" was wearing a helmet.
The worst thing a guy could do was to give you bacilluses
Daddys shoulders was the best place in the world, and mom was a hero.
Your worst enemies was your siblings.
War was just a game.
The only drug you knew was painkillers.
The worst feeling was falling and scraping your knees.
"Goodbye" only meant "See you tomorrow"
Why did we long to grow up?
Last edited by Jasmine on Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:59 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Much love
Jasmine
Jasmine
- WhiteLightning
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Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
That last one is fantastic Jasmine.
Last edited by WhiteLightning on Fri Jan 23, 2015 5:45 am, edited 1 time in total.
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
My poetry class liked it :/Dubstab wrote:Topic ruined...Sleezypro wrote:Naked hotdog, no ketchup, no mustard
I like it raw, pull out game too strong
Oops, I just pre-C'd up in that V
Lets get that bitch on plan B
I aint no baby dad-E
GG
-Sleezypro
Last edited by Sleezypro on Sat Jan 24, 2015 1:14 am, edited 2 times in total.
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
Anchors
You pretend I’m someone else
only to hope I become him
when you think you’re lifting me up,
you’re really only dragging me down,
drowning in a sea of lies.
You pretend I’m someone else
only to hope I become him
when you think you’re lifting me up,
you’re really only dragging me down,
drowning in a sea of lies.
Last edited by Sleezypro on Sat Jan 24, 2015 1:16 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
The draw and the fade,
of life so vast.
Lead us to the epitaph,
of the one we held so dear.
___________________________
Sun rising
Sun setting.
Always moving
Never staying.
Unbound from any power but its own.
of life so vast.
Lead us to the epitaph,
of the one we held so dear.
___________________________
Sun rising
Sun setting.
Always moving
Never staying.
Unbound from any power but its own.
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Shia Suprise
Spoiler
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
Escape
What is the meaning of escape?
How does one escape the harsh reality of society?
Some smoke to ease the pain and try to heal their scars,
Others drink to stop caring and show their true colors,
But what if one doesn't participate in either of those activities,
What if one questions do they deserve to be happy and accept compliments What if one questions their purpose in life?
What if one question who they are?
What if one questions why they haven't decided to take the pill?
What if ones way to escape is by dreams?
A place where you can't get hurt,
You make your own rules and regulation,
You don't get judged for your outsides but your insides,
No one can hurt you not in your dream,
When one falls asleep after the hard ships of society that person cracks a smile imaging what they may dream,
They fall asleep optimistic and cheerful,
But they wake up saddened by their dreams of being truthfully happy only to face the harsh realities of, Dreams are just that dreams not real life.
So what does one do when they prefer to sleep and dream instead of being awake and not truly alive?
That is the true question my friend.
What is the meaning of escape?
How does one escape the harsh reality of society?
Some smoke to ease the pain and try to heal their scars,
Others drink to stop caring and show their true colors,
But what if one doesn't participate in either of those activities,
What if one questions do they deserve to be happy and accept compliments What if one questions their purpose in life?
What if one question who they are?
What if one questions why they haven't decided to take the pill?
What if ones way to escape is by dreams?
A place where you can't get hurt,
You make your own rules and regulation,
You don't get judged for your outsides but your insides,
No one can hurt you not in your dream,
When one falls asleep after the hard ships of society that person cracks a smile imaging what they may dream,
They fall asleep optimistic and cheerful,
But they wake up saddened by their dreams of being truthfully happy only to face the harsh realities of, Dreams are just that dreams not real life.
So what does one do when they prefer to sleep and dream instead of being awake and not truly alive?
That is the true question my friend.
Last edited by Varple on Tue Jan 27, 2015 9:01 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Ruhlar wrote: Excuse me, you motherfuckers
Ruhlar wrote: Locking my posts, the fuck you think you are? B1
Re: Poems, beautiful texts, etc.
I love it! =3Varple wrote:Escape
What is the meaning of escape?
How does one escape the harsh reality of society?
Some smoke to ease the pain and try to heal their scars,
Others drink to stop caring and show their true colors,
But what if one doesn't participate in either of those activities,
What if one questions do they deserve to be happy and accept compliments What if one questions their purpose in life?
What if one question who they are?
What if one questions why they haven't decided to take the pill?
What if ones way to escape is by dreams?
A place where you can't get hurt,
You make your own rules and regulation,
You don't get judged for your outsides but your insides,
No one can hurt you not in your dream,
When one falls asleep after the hard ships of society that person cracks a smile imaging what they may dream,
They fall asleep optimistic and cheerful,
But they wake up saddened by their dreams of being truthfully happy only to face the harsh realities of, Dreams are just that dreams not real life.
So what does one do when they prefer to sleep and dream instead of being awake and not truly alive?
That is the true question my friend.
Last edited by Dubstab on Tue Jan 27, 2015 9:03 pm, edited 2 times in total.