

Pickled splurgesBe eyein' me like a grain of sand Your hunger is disguised by twin hands For when the right itches your left does too And off you go spending for me and you.Pickled splurges
A case of poison ivy isn't a lie But desperation entreats your insides With a patting you pocket the change left unspent Put that change in your heart and it'd pay off the rent.
But deep down inside I know you're sick Of the teasing, the lies, and your friend's dirty tricks Yet trow me or not, I'm not adorning that path Cause your pickling ain't over and your moves I can't grasp.


Baptism PoemWith love Jesus bound His body to a tree His perfection the battle ground Kneeling to God did He. The thorns and needles took His skin of bleeding sweat Through love his surrender shook Forgiving sinners' repentance. For lying not in the grave After 3 days did He Arise from the dead and save Lives exponentially.Baptism Poem
Acidic

Concentration of GloryWith concentrationConcentration of Glory
A reservation of
Mixed mutations in the mind,
Found self wondering
Where is the pondering,
This excitement makes me blind.
I've come to tell you,
Cracked this mass that you
See unworthy of your time
A stack of only The most note-worthy
Foldings of a selfless mind.
Now you hear the sound A vibe of soundtrack found, Record-only, last mistake
For a dreamy need For glory, your last break Absconds, leaving you unstaked.


PlungedThe blood it boils like a plunging ship into darkness The water sings like a mermaid crying to be free The shadows yearn for a taste of light, grasping; an amoeba The depths of solitude know no boundaries as it fights to be seen. Taken to the death row, round tables curl Standing at peach throw we laugh and unfurl The most meaningful desires that our punching bag has stuffed Behind our hidden wonderland of tref-ful fluff.Plunged
Funny and yet, fitting.
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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Yesterday's literature is today's sense of humor
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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Life's pretty good, and why wouldn't it be? I'm a pirate, after all. ~Johnny Depp
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Yesterday's literature is today's sense of humor
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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Yesterday's literature is today's sense of humor
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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Yesterday's literature is today's sense of humor
Very kind !
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ʎɐqǝ uo pɹɐoqʎǝʞ ɐ ʎnq ı ǝɯıʇ ʇsɐן ǝɥʇ sı sıɥʇ
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Yesterday's literature is today's sense of humor
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