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I don't have much to say
About my life today.

In fact, it was terrible
Almost unbearable.

This Was Difficult

I Wrote This All For You
Wrote About War Peace Hate Love
This War Dies Just Has Others
All Peace Just Now Taken Way
For Hate Has Taken Me More
You Love Others Way More Dear

Screw You, Boohoo

There once was a girl I knew.
She made me feel quite blue.
She'd sing to me on the phone
And spoke in a nice, loving tone.

Her hair was cute and short,
But her mind was like a fort.
Her body was tall and thin.
Oh, man, I needed some gin.

See, her beauty was like a bite.
Oh, but it didn't start our fights.
We argued about everything!
From me to all her flings.

But I love her. It's true.
Us? We were like glue.
But I went away,
And she couldn't stay.

Why'd I have to cry?
Over some new, stupid guy?
Dammit, she was mine!
Fuck no, I wasn't fine.

I kinda tried to accept it,
But I wanted to throw a fit.
I mean, what was I to do?
I wanted to go cry boohoo.

I had to grow up and see
That it wasn't meant to be.
It hurt. No lie,
But I had to say goodbye.

A Moment

Love, I want to see you,
But I know I'll be blue.
See, our love has gone
Like a beautiful dawn.

My Turn

Do you know what I think?
It makes me wanna drink.

I see you with your lil' boys.
They don't even know they're toys.

Oh, but I see. I see how you act,
How you attract, impact, react,

How you run through the mazes,
How you go through these phases.

This is just another one.
Soon, I'll hope you're done,

Because I need my turn.
This is something I yearn.

It's All About AP Clit

My senior year was the beginning of it all.
I never knew Oneil would be my poetic fall.

Well, no. I lie. It was more like my rise.
You see, I hated it all. I thought it my demise.

But, oh! How I was wrong, for three people showed me
How I could write poetry with such crazy glee!

Kassie, Weng, and Oneil were full of poetic thought.
My god, and I just thought I was not.

There was this concept that Oneil had made.
Poetry Friday. God, it was like getting laid.

We wrote like mad men with crazy rhyme
Just to pass all the boring class time.

Man, it was a shit ton of fun,
But some just wanted a gun.

I think it's an acquired taste
To write poetry with such haste.

Through the year, though, I didn't write much,
Because, Jesus Christ, I felt this rush.

Plus, I wanted to be the best,
And that's just the test.

See, poetry isn't about all that shit.
It's about sayin' your damned two bits.

What can you do with our language in meter?
Or maybe you like poetry in a theater?

Regardless, it's everywhere.
It adds a certain flare.

But now, I've made it to the end
And made so many new friends.

I won't forget them or any day
When poetry reigned. I'll say,

"Were you here when Jack read Twat?
I mean, damn, it was pretty hot."

It's Goodbye, You Sigh

You're a million feet tall,
And don't think you're adorable at all.

Your handwriting's the worst, my dear,
But I, myself, read it oh so clear.

Oh well, I still love you, no doubt.
I just can't do without

Your voice, your love
It's something I think of

Often. Yes, often. A lot.
It's terrible. We fought.

But still, I love you.
I hope you'll say, "I do."

Yet, for now, I have to say adieu.