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“Get your little ass to bed!” said Ted, unto his son, Jed.
Jed went to bed so out went Ted toward the old shed, where he got out his sled. He slid down the ravine and ended up dead. His head hit a rock and bled on the snow, which made it turn red.

Life is hard.
Death is the award.
Ask the corpses in my yard.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm sorry I can't write poems
Quite as well as you

I like the part: “Did you wake from your dreams?
Was reality as strange as it seems?” good stuff Ally!

I wrote a shit ton of poems so I’ll find one to contribute to your thread

I am done with this suffering, I’m leaving next exit
I know you wish you could help me
but there’s no way I could cope with this hell pit
There’s too much pain inside
You’ve never been inside my brain
So I wake up in the morning and sadly eat my Cheerios
when you see me I’m smiling but you never hear me though
I know I made some mistakes
but please give me a break
Sit down and eat your cereal
because I can’t fake this note
Am I breaking? no
is this the ending? No.
this is just my intro
I’m a make it, yes, im a make it, yesterday’’s faith is far, gone and away.
I’m ready but permanently scared, my eyes are burning as if from staring at the sun constantly. But I’m not! I just want to be the father of the child that I got.
Now I see there is no need for me to leave this way, I think I will stick around for another day. If it’s okay...




Im in hell so I’m going to roll it up inhale and exhale
It’s a dose I imposed to my soul yes
My body gets the curse it deserves, I guess
It doesn’t really relieves me off my stress but I’m blessed cuz it’s a message and the message is plain: I’m am messing with the cells, I am messing with the brain, my distress made me reckless in the rain, I have to listen, it’s a lesson in the pain. I guess that for you it is the same but in the end I am the only one to blame.

Forgive this one..
but I wrote it when I was 12 and am still pretty proud of it..

The Dreams of Men

what lies ahead in dreams of men?
will things progress from what has been?
Will there be peace instead of war
and will love win with hate no more?

Will dreams of great men come alive?
Instead of death will they survive?
Will they take shape, be gently molded
not thrust away ignored and folded.

And when will people realize
we are all the same in God's eyes?
Or will the world remain the same
with murder, suffering, poverty and pain..

So since the world is such a mess
it can get no worse so it must progress..
These dreams of men must never cease
and with God's help we can have peace.

There once was a girl from Nantucket,

This is a rap battle verse:

If the best ones are the first to go then I’m not worried, I’ll see you later. there’s only one way I can know if you’re for real or just a hater. you really want to start this or are you just another faker? One things for sure is I will be the one to make you meet with your maker. You better pray for your saviour. I’m a take away your light call me the underbreaker. I’m a take away your joy call me the wondertaker.