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by MousaTaghi November 26, 2019
Get the Rub my tits like pomegranate mug.A short story or mere gathering of words written with feeling, often foreshadowing an underlying theme or emotion.Poems do NOT require any specific punctuation or format.Can be used to convey a certain mood to the reader, making it as if the reader is experiencing the written text. Poems also normally have strong emotional impact on those who gratefully understand good literature.
Positive poem:
I look at the world gratefully
Yes our world.
The one others think of as dull
I see as pure beauty.
From the squirrel on the ground
To the lone drifting cloud.
Beautiful each and every thing
In its own unique way
Negative poem:
Why am I here?
Why must I suffer?
What have I done
To deserve being
Left here?
Alone.
In a sea of people
So many people
Careless people.
Was it me?
Is it my fault?
Have I done something
Wrong?
Have I forgotten
A past deed undone?
Who knows.
But for now I am stuck.
In this world.
Why am I here?
Psychotic poem:
What's this?
A bug.
A small little thing.
No importance?
No purpose?
Wrong.
How do we know this bug is not
The almighty?
How do we know that all that is
Anything in this world
Isn't just a figment
Of this bugs
Imagination?
No.
We know not of where
We came from.
We can only hypothesize.
Think.
Dream.
Be gone small bug.
For if I take your life
Who knows what could happen
To the world?
Be gone bug.
Be gone.
By the way these are all 100% ORIGINAL poems written by me... Just now. ッ
I look at the world gratefully
Yes our world.
The one others think of as dull
I see as pure beauty.
From the squirrel on the ground
To the lone drifting cloud.
Beautiful each and every thing
In its own unique way
Negative poem:
Why am I here?
Why must I suffer?
What have I done
To deserve being
Left here?
Alone.
In a sea of people
So many people
Careless people.
Was it me?
Is it my fault?
Have I done something
Wrong?
Have I forgotten
A past deed undone?
Who knows.
But for now I am stuck.
In this world.
Why am I here?
Psychotic poem:
What's this?
A bug.
A small little thing.
No importance?
No purpose?
Wrong.
How do we know this bug is not
The almighty?
How do we know that all that is
Anything in this world
Isn't just a figment
Of this bugs
Imagination?
No.
We know not of where
We came from.
We can only hypothesize.
Think.
Dream.
Be gone small bug.
For if I take your life
Who knows what could happen
To the world?
Be gone bug.
Be gone.
By the way these are all 100% ORIGINAL poems written by me... Just now. ッ
by Lavvy P. ッ November 7, 2013
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Yes, Mama?
Watching porn?
No, mama!
Telling a lie?
No, mama!
Open your Chrome.
AH AHH AHH!
Yes, Mama?
Watching porn?
No, mama!
Telling a lie?
No, mama!
Open your Chrome.
AH AHH AHH!
by AssCracked October 11, 2015
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