your best poem ever

It was a one time thing
Guess you can call it a summer fling
I only wanted one thing
And I got it
She was gonna be a senior
I was gonna be a junior
I thought no one would find out for sure
I didn’t expect to have these feelings either
Guess you can say I was falling for her
But she didn’t feel the same way
Stil reply what happened on that day
Bought her flowers for her and everything
I was thinking she was gonna hug and kiss me
But she didn’t do a damn thing
All she said was “We need to talk”
So we went for a walk around her block
She told me that it was just a bet
To see which of her and friends can first get laid
All of her friends were afraid
She picked me cause I was hot, younger, and nice
But the last 2 is why she wont roll the dice
Every word she said crushed me
She used and abused me to get what she wanted
It was totally unfair cause…
I didn’t get what I wanted  (see more)

how curious is this youthful mind
thirsting for answers
it may never find
I don’t claim to know all that I do
out of fear I may be wrong
I don’t claim to tell the truth
out of fear I may be wrong
curiosity killed the cat
but the cat had it coming
I probably could’ve stopped it
but karma came running
right at my heels
you know how that feels
how curious are these teenage years
finding new and conquering fears
I don’t claim to speak for a generation
because I can’t see inside their heads
I don’t claim a better imagination
because I can’t see inside their heads
curiosity killed the cat
but cats have nine lives to live
next time I will stop him
even though karma doesn’t forgive.
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A wintry breeze blew there,
An empty courtyard-A lone man,reminiscing;
The end of all things good.

He wondered what went wrong,
What evoked the petulant darkness around him,
Ghosts of a marred future.

Hopelessly futile,his courage faded,
To make things anew,as they were,
Couldn't be,change is inevitable.

The past was but irrevocable,
The present could be changed,He realized;
Here,his faith was restored.  (see more)

i have my own style
ill even walk outside in a towel
cuz i dont kare

talked about even screamed at
is it suppose to hurt me as a matter fact
i dont kare

i have alot of associates and a few people
i consider family not friend
and too many enemies
that want to deal wit me
but i kare to not kare

life is short
people die everyday
its 2009 everyone is not going to be around foreva
you might get mad at a person and they end up on channel 5
very much not alive
and you sit there
thinking
do i kare do i really kare??
because your blinded by hate

like your feelings being individually wrapped up in trash bags
and tossed aside like waste
getting thrown in your face
do they kare?

people that talk mad talk bout you behind your back
following you around like a gps tracker
why kare so much to talk bout you ?

WHY EVEN WORRY BOUT THOSE THING ??

I learn not to kare anymore........

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I am a poet.
I write,
I rhyme,
I think.

I am a poet.
I write,
I feel,
I express.

You are a person.
You live,
You feel,
You think.

You are a perosn.
You live,
You try,
You express.

We are a world.
We work,
We fight,
We think.

We are a world.
We work,
We die,
We express

We are ourselves.
We are unique.
We love,
We think.

We are ourselves.
We are unique.
We search
For peace.
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