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Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and amor and Laugh
Is this really life?
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and amor and Laugh
Is this really life?
\\What makes us human?//
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon por all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written por a Poet for the Wandering Souls
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon por all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written por a Poet for the Wandering Souls
How I Really Feel About You
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell tu how I really feel.
I don't know if tu will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see tu again.
I hate that tu think I will do anything for you
because tu still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than tu ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that tu wouldn't like it, but tu know what
I DON'T CARE!
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell tu how I really feel.
I don't know if tu will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see tu again.
I hate that tu think I will do anything for you
because tu still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than tu ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that tu wouldn't like it, but tu know what
I DON'T CARE!
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If tu don't like this poem just mover on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do tu constantly check the mirror?
Why do tu constantly flaunt your body?
Why do tu constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
tu live for attention. tu live to view. tu live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
tu can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do tu constantly check the mirror?
Why do tu constantly flaunt your body?
Why do tu constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
tu live for attention. tu live to view. tu live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
tu can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane
Rotting fading some would say dying
Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, segundo digree, Third digree
What does it all mean?
Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging
Where has all the amor gone
Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves
Your roommate's a killer? tu went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass por undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives
We live in a human world filled with savage beast
Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray
Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse
Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for respuestas from the silent
Slowly fading dying losing all humanity
Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur
Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor
Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant
Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps
jj9/1983
