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meh i saw some of these poems and decided why not


::I would rather walk on my feet and occasionally stummble than live my life on my knees fraid to fall::

i'll stoploving (u) -when-
diamonds never sparkle
+ and flowers cease to grow+
when thunder doesnt echo
-and- rivers do not flow
-when hearts no longer wonder-
and hands are never held
"..when smiles are only memories.."
.(and) hope is never felt.
when trees no longer blossom
and the stars refuse to rise..
-when autumn has no falling leaves-
- - and winter never dies - -
: when time has no 2morros :
~ and rainbows have no hue ~
when God alone commands me
-then ill stop loving you

One Of the Hardest thinqs in life
..is havinq wOrds in your heart that
you;
can't say
OutlOud

-::- I N.e.V.e.R sToPpEd -::-
:..:.FeELiNg.:..:.
-FoR -hIm-
-::-I juSt StOpPed LeTtInG iT
sHoW-::-

..sOmetimez yOu gOtta
wOnder..
..whO wOuld really care...
..if they lOst yOu..

-It- .S.u.C.k.S. wHeN
yOu((FiNaLlY)) rEaLiZe.
U DiD ((SoMeThIn)) W r O nG ..
AnD -iTs- 2 :LaTe: tO ((sAy))
"I'm SoRrY"

...somewhere
...There's
...someone
...who Dreams
...Of Your
...smile, and
...Find in your
...presence
...That life
...is worth
...while, so
...when you
...are lonely,
...Remember
...It's True :
...somebody,
...sumwhere
...Is Thinking
...Of You!!

again and again...
I find myself running
Back to the person
I should have ::walked away from::

want to hate you half as much
as i hate m y s e l f

.-.-. iF y0u cAnt qeT s0me One
OfF yOur MiNd ChaNceS
aRe thEyre supp0sed tO be
- - - tHere

s0meTimez there are no
. x . N e x t . T I m e z . x .
n0
. x . T I m e . 0 u t z . x .
n0
. x . s e c 0 n d . c h a n c e s . x .

--- Life iz like a pen ---
y0u kan cr0ss 0uT y0ur pasT
buT y0u kanT eRasE iT.

B.e
W.h.O
Y.o.U
w.A.n.N.a
B.e
N.o.T
w.A.t
O.t.H.e.R.s
W.a.N.n.A
s.E.E.

~~Poems of William Blake~~


~((The Tiger))~

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

~((A Poison Tree))~

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree