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Put the bloody pen to paper
As the whole neighbourhood sleeps,
And set your heart on sleeping later,
As you think of bounding white sheep.



Urgh what am I doing here when I have exams soon?

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I must be doing something wrong.

I must be doing something wrong.
To deserve a hell like this.
When you won't dare to speak to me,
And leave me here to cry.

I have nothing left.

I must be doing something wrong
is what you think
when you get wrong answers
on a test
over and over again

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The night shades

The night shades,
over my face.
I sit alone,
and wait for your return.
It is all I can do.
For I have nothing.

I think and wait

i think and wait
forever and ever
for eternity and beyond
until i died

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i dont have a first line

I don't have a first line.
For I can not think.
I sit in the forest, a lonely pine.
I wait, until the marsh comes to make me sink.

I don't have a first line,
For any thought was lost to time,
In a series of imperfect rhyme,
Buried in a crystal mine.

Thought provoking internal process

Thought provoking internal process,
Makes me feel alive?

I have no idea what I'm doing.

If the darkness catches my soul tonight.

If the darkness catches my soul tonight,
I will face my death without the light,
I will prove that the people were always right,
And lay down and die without a fight.

If the light catches my soul today,
I enter my plea inside the fray,
I pray for the dawn of a new found way,
And bask in the sun's final ray.

Dismantling decrepit carcasses

Dismantling decrepit carcasses,
The souls an unsolved puzzle.
Bones eaten of pain and agony,
Hell sips the blood and guzzles.

The wind calls and asks me,

The wind calls me and asks me,
'Why must you sit and wait?'
I sit and wait for life to surprise me.
And for it to make me, all I should be.

My life slips by while,

My life slips by while,
I am lost in time,
and I brought a nail file,
I am also a rhymeophile.

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My browser window

My browser window
won't open right.
I turned my computer off,
and I hold back with all my might.
For the computer is broken,
I can't work at all.
So I threw my computer,
Down the bedroom hall.

My new line is:
I struggle to stand

I struggle to stand:

My spirit crumbles,
My resolve bends,
My strength wanes.

Yet I persevere:

I have come too far,
Sacrificed too much,
Lived too little.

I shall not succumb!