THE LOVE OF PEOPLE. THE LACK OF LOVE IN THE WORLD.
THE LOVE OF THINE SELF.
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THE LOVE OF PEOPLE. THE LACK OF LOVE IN THE WORLD.
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Number3 says: Touching and intriguing, Word Up |
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The Immortal Wize says: Yes very moving |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY sonofsun5211
Blind Sidejust wrote a poem called blind sided and when it was almost complete my finger somehow accidentally pressed delete im pretty pissed off so i had to write again its just annoying because i feel that it could have helped a friend happens so fast i couldnt talk about the i feel that is a lot of peoples problem because the doesnt quit life is cold while death is colder while life gets old and death gets over exaggerated we still never see it coming exacerbated by our own self numbing keep your eyes on the prize when you go for the ride and remember to check your mirrors there's always a blind side |
Lost and Found
Who will be the one to find all that I have lost... A Lucky Soul... At least that part is for sure... Life passes away like the time we live it in... No need to try to find a cure... Trying to spend time and you won't find deals... But why try to kill time when time kills... They say that time heals... it can also be pain... But you can't see my tears while I wait in the rain... Losing my mind... I hope you find it... I've contracted this hurt and you are the one that signed it... But now that you have written me off... I can't wait until someone finds what you have lost... |
You Over There
Hey You Over There I'm over it Crying over spilled milk Paying for fake silk Fvcking cards I'm dealt D@mn what's felt Every time I melt Down to nothing Out of here Into nowhere Yet still I wish Just to be with You over there... |
SocalI just moved To southern California Let me take a second To thank myself For having the balls To move With out having The wealth And what comes next I really don't care I am overly grateful To just be here I just want to be Socal... |
GAMESlets not play lets not play |
TIEStied to a stump |
Your WordsYour words hit me hard like bass at festivals i always stand right beside the speakers there are no words no sound or body language could explain how it feels overheating at my core while experiencing chills thrills like rollercoasters you speak loops into my life watching my back staring at it with a knife I don't know what you'll do with me I only know your words you say you care but what does that infer will it always be ok and may we always be grand literal fans of one another if i say my words that's the plan so I hope you don't think that it is TOO absurd that i ask what you meant when you said your words
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Pain...Pain Is the same No matter what grain You are cut from But some Still wonder where It comes from Deep within the brain It eats while it drains Once weak and chained Now it sleets while it rains Tamed only while asleep still staining the sheets I sustain every beat But it hurts The worst Part of life A curse But just part of the works For it was here first And it will be After mayhem And disaster Are just things That come with time But even time itself Is just a thing of the mind... Pain is nothing.... |
The World Is MineMake me feel Make me fall Be what heals Be my all And more than that And more than more And more than you And more than your Essence Lessons Learned together That couldn't have Been learned alone Are what tell me That we belong But will this go on Last and be long It eased on But can easily Be off As sudden as A sneeze or cough Bless you Unless you Are deaf to The world that chimes Love is ours The world is mine... |
A Long Time AgoWay back when when we were still coolWay back whenplease don't be fooledI'm not reminiscingback on the good timesi can only think ofwhen you crossed that lineIt feels like just yesterdaywe were side by sideand now we meet againwith all these good vibesBut i don't know if i can trust youeven if we take it slowi should leave it where it liesa long time ago... |