My Fickle Mind

I like writing crap, nothing else.

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Sorry

There was boy Who had the world He was cruel And his word was always law But people grew angry As he grew older He demanded more Cars Girls Jewels Money ...just more But when he reign was at its end He stood at the edge of his castle walls Red dots lining his body And he fell As he whispered "Sorry" *Dont judge people on how they act there is always a true persona behind the arrogance! Some of the time. Anyway, I've been dog tired and I'm still ill so I'm currently trying to write more poems while trying to sneeze my way out of this. But.Thanks for reading*

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Bear

A girl was born Fiery hair Pale skin And her eyes blue Oh dear Whatever they would do A girl grew A spoiled little brat Every toy that she wanted At the drop of a hat A cute little thing she was She demanded a bear Big and fluffy and everywhere The girl had friends More like followers Did her every bidding And drank her words Like a cup full of Cholera The girl loved her bear Oh so much That she gave him a heart It started beating And their journey began The bear could move The girl thought glorious A friend better Than that pest called Gloria She hugged him tight And the bear cuddled into her She know had a person Who truly understood her The girl grew taller And her beauty grows with it But her parents don’t understand That she needs this The last party of the year She needed to be there Everyone in the room could tell She was angry Especially her big bear She screamed and he grew Claws extended as he run askew Ripping and shredding Pieces of paper That were her family Floating in the air before Clunk They were on the floor The girl sighed happy Drenched in blood She gave a hug To her big red bear.

" umm… Bear with me while I get passed the morbid period of poem writing brain, and all those who read. Thanks for reading!"

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Tuesday

Tuesday was happy Tuesday was sad Tuesday was nothing Nothing but bad Tuesday liked friends So many, she lost count Tuesday liked parties Ones with drinks Older men and drugs galore Tuesday was fixed Addicted to the buzz Addicted to the meetings More and more popular she grew Tuesday was taken Tuesday was drugged Raped on the pavement Right next to a club Tuesday was gone In a bloody pool Tuesday was forgotten Another reason to stay inside And stay naive About the demons in the night

*Depressing atmosphere yay. But please be careful when you go out, because I’d rather not want people to become traumatised and other stuff but thank you for reading!”

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Obsession (Objects)

One Two Not enough Gather them all Let them fall Money Debts More More More Once a upon a time Watching them Cleaning them Living with them Sanity What sanity? More More More I'll stop Never When? Soon Laughable Worry I don't need family More More More So much more Sunlight What light? Needing Dreaming So much more. "I can't go to bed......."

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Rain

Pitter patter Pitter patter Breathe In and out In and out It was all the same Needle in Needle out Adrenaline high Adrenaline low Smoke in Smoke out Black lung Crash on a couch Heart beating Ba-dump Ba-dump Heart wrenching Crying Ba-dump Ba-dump Smile Smile Happy thoughts One more drag One more needle One more night It was all the same.

# I don’t like drugs so I wrote a little poem after watching ARG do his poem…thing. Anyway I’m expressing my own thought on how it would be like on the fritz, if you do drugs. Stop”