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SincerelyHe was a shy one, as kids go, Sinking into the background We’dve never thought him the kind Who would stick around, and hang aroundSincerely
He didn’t really know his place,
but I guess he was okay He smiled at the right times, Laughed at all the punch lines And made it through the day
It was in that moment we were in the moment And at that minute we knew were infinite To the point where we couldn’t See ourselves at all
“What do you think of her?” he asked I guess she was sorta sweet And she was never really “th
by ~PublicAffairs
NYC Art SceneHe sells paintings of the faraway Every day On the corner of eighth street Next to cart from the Asian food mart With egg rolls and lo meinNYC Art Scene
But watercolors are cliché Some say And pop art is all the rage So he’s passed by by the New York socialites Who prefer Warhol over Monet
And he’s not doing well enough to stay in the city Cause food is expensive and talk is cheap And the lovers are in prison while the haters are free And no-one pays attention to an artist on the street No, no-one pays attention to an artist on the street. &nbs
by ~PublicAffairs
We Dream Reality- CollabWe are merely schoolchildren; The bell has gone and rang. Now that school is over, We continue with our game. Sitting on the grass and looking Up into the trees, Birds sit, resting softly; We imagine different things.We Dream Reality- Collab
We see clear skies above, The mountains rise before us, Crystal monuments on the earth. An eagle’s cry is hear on the wind, As two armies clash on the plains, Their blood drenches their blades, And it stains the ground below. Our dreams cannot last forever.
Our tree house is our castle, We stay in it until eve
by ~PublicAffairs
An afternoon on the swings“Now, aren’t you an odd sight?” She placed her hands on her hips and gave me an odd look. “What are you, my age?” “I couldn’t say. You didn’t tell me your age, but I won’t be rude as to ask.” “Fair enough,” she replied, turning around to address a small girl. “Stop playing in the dirt. You know that Mom and Dad won’t let you dirty up the house. Why don’t you go play on the jungle gym?”An afternoon on the swings
She turned back to me. Her little sister, she explained. “So, w
by ~PublicAffairs
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The Grammar GangstersBeware the grammar gangsters! The mafia of the literary underworld. They saunter into stanzas, Weapons concealed Under their trench coats Or in violin cases.The Grammar Gangsters
They can make you talk, "With just a few well-placed speech marks," Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered! And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions? They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas, Or bring your piece to a dead. Full. Stop.
They'll trap you (between brackets) As you - dash - to the exit. Then: punch a blunted colon Into the gut of y
by ~CyberPhantom
For You...I met you in a dream once We walked hand in hand Along the gentle tide of the sea As it caressed the soft warm sandFor You...
This was your dream A place where you could be alone But you welcomed me into your dream As if it were my own
I heard you sing to me once When my mind was in pain Your voice soothed my aching muscles And made me feel strong again
This was your song One you could sing alone But you shared with me the melody As if it were my own
I saw your room once Decorated in your own cute way You showed me all
by =SteveJones313
Tommy 1337Dahl, your death was a tragedy, But I'm almost glad you didn't see The rising of the new way to Make your kids' minds melt into goo. I talk, of course, lest we forget Of the abhorrent INTERNET.Tommy 1337
None of us could contain our joy When this delightful little toy Made little Tommy shut his trap (Much quicker than a lunchtime nap) And seemed, at first, to educate Rather than brain-assimilate. But years rolled on and our new friend Became the source of ghastly trends And Tommy, now at age thirteen, Became rather absurdly keen On women – half cat, wi
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