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And yes, you can make
all the excuses you want.
you can justify your
wrongs in any way that makes
your insecurities turn into
a feeling of power and well being.
You can dismiss the blatant truths
right in front of your eyes
in search of any reason to tell yourself
that this is not who
you really are.
But in the end,
you cannot hide from the truth.
You must come to face who you are,
who you have been,
what you have done.
In the end,
you cannot make any more
excuses.
You cannot cover up
any of your wrong doings.
You can no longer seek
to feed off the weak,
rather you must come to terms with
yourself and who you really are
as a person.
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Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
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With strength and courge
and a furrowed brow,
the old man picked up his rusty plow.
He walked out to the field
bent down, kneeled,
and prayed before begining.
He prayed for past days,
the ones withered away.
He prayed he was far from his dying day.
But once in the field,
he never did yield
to the task he was set to do.
Once he was done
in the blistering sun
and his shadow was long and thin,
he took back to his house
where he sat with a bottle of gin.
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I got nothing to say.
But ask me anything and I shall
Respond.
Original thought is tough to do,
Media and technology seems to do
everything for you.
When everything seems to have been done
What can one do to have some fun?
What is original, what is a copy?
Wait this is original and sort of fun…
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Original Poetry 