-To be sung in accordance with the melody of "Boys and girls come out to play..."-
"The little boy climbed up the hill, embittered to see if they loved him still,
He lost his heart along the way, when he'd thought he'd never see the day,
Jumped from the tree on the top of the hill, knowing his love that he must kill,
They goaded him on from the base of the tree, saw his lover count to three,
They laughed and then they suddenly stopped, to then see from where he had dropped,
He had not jumped he had been pushed, by his heart whose love that they had shushed..."
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"Something To Consider"
You're enforcing yourself upon my mind subconsciously effortlessly, careful now, you might becone trapped,
I'll let it pass if you promise not to be beautiful, oh, come now, even in the cage of my head you are free,
How could you not be? You are many faces when you are just the one, just one more, one more of you...
...Please, just one more...
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DtotheJtotheM Wrote:-To be sung in accordance with the melody of "Boys and girls come out to play..."-
"The little boy climbed up the hill, embittered to see if they loved him still,
He lost his heart along the way, when he'd thought he'd never see the day,
Jumped from the tree on the top of the hill, knowing his love that he must kill,
They goaded him on from the base of the tree, saw his lover count to three,
They laughed and then they suddenly stopped, to then see from where he had dropped,
He had not jumped he had been pushed, by his heart whose love that they had shushed..."
 If only it could that easy.
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"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven-
Father, I'm an abomination for what it's worth, for your sake,
Time stands still when you try to fast-forward into your dreams,
But I am not part of that dream anymore, yet you still love me...
-Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us-
We've come to understand man-made Gods and man-made sins,
You're a label on the sidewalk of the narrow path, me too, inevitably,
Stop with your tears and I'll stop with mine, let's listen to the words...
-Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours-
You are a scar, and I am a wound, yet I act as your tattered token,
But I don't mind, 'cause we both know I'm wrong, to a certain degree,
Our love is not a pretense, only the tensions we have never forgiven...
-Now and forever,
Amen."
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"No More For You"
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Be careful what you wish for, and all of that jazz, right? Right?
Because you just might not get it, I am capable of anything but you,
I can tear your heart to shreds now, and get it over and done with?
...Ahaha, I'm embittered.
I dunno, I just feel like being cold towards you all of the sudden,
No reason, just another snag on the list of things that happen everyday,
It's the norm, I hear, to be in love for the sake of being in love, right?
...Ahaha, I'm embittered.
You can wallow if you want, we're coming back after the drugs and alcohol,
So you might as well enjoy yourself while you can in this cold, cruel world,
At the end of the next morning we'll all be worshiping ourselves like you...
...Ahaha, I'm embittered.
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He, the one we all speak of, but can never seem to find,
No, these words and ideas presented do not symbolise God,
Anyway, back to reality, back to the start where I always end...
He's non-existent, but we seem to want him more than the real thing,
Except me, 'cause he will never be you, you'll never be mine,
I'm trying to come to terms with your decidedly positive reaction...
Well, it seems that this shitty poem really isn't going anywhere,
I'm just venting, and I'm setting myself up for what I already know,
So, while I still have some maturity left for me, I'll just sign out, shall I?
'Cause he won't read this, and neither will you.
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Go on, yell it to the heavens on your plastic white steed,
Fuck it, go back to your non-symbolism and convenience foods,
It's not a poem, it's an MP3, there can't be deeper meanings...
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the poem above is incredibly short, but it sure vents better than alot of words can.
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