~~~November Rain Is Drowning My "Ex"
I need to go and read a "Text"
~~~November Rain, November Falls
I'll look up why November calls
~~~Was November first to check
Somehow I have not learned as yet
~~~The skylark singing, gliding by
He sails his dreams, So shall not I?
His life, meant for just, the skylark's way
Somehow he will, fulfill, his skylark's day.
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When you're the real contradiction, judge regrets! your wretched
air into my grape viens- {Sigh}
-but you fell too, where I shall now die.
Because I saw you today;see to it that my heart is not broken.
Not because of defeat, but because of pure anguish to stay alive.
May your life be bright and without mistake, your heart so pure
And vicorious; unbearable thought. Cups tonight, to hide your
Anticipation- whole, fashionable, mystery...yellow design.
Not the item - itself, but danced horrid beat. Strange deaf
Path of intergalactic flight's head into me- my greater too shine.
Nothing to make a break fast of percieved empty words; of my stern
Sentiment, becomes hard lonely ice with two still occults, so I
Might hide too.
Yesterdays. I remember the dark, for hate in seas of no feasible
Hope- God given head, or don't bury me at all. Your essence- the
High exsorbed, delightful bate. It's you and me,always; as my life
Is turned to my unwanted childhood- so I thought. In the way, I will
Regin my big bad fears to keep. Needs the Lord- not to dread, and so
Are my tears. I hate what you do, they're wrong; how so many were few.
To make gray, can we?
It was never good, only misbehaved; when they wrapped and broke up.
What's left to bare? When you say that it's a corruption of the
Happiness that's not going to pass, so the hole is burried deep
Within my soul; inside this knife.
These feeble minds try to attack, because I'll be watching over you.
What to say. Because I don't like black bats, it's my life...
When people cannot cry anymore.
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As one who battles truth, your words are strange
The weight is yours to overcome
As all men have their own
Of the plagues you plight yourself to follow
Hate that engulfs in you
Flees to its scattered, word pile corner
For purposes you have to likely question
The wretched airing of your darkly known desires
Could every one indulge for who may see
Would be the world more staggering to breathe
And heavy with a self-induced disease,
And so it presently is.
But light, which shines, received
where it can flourish
And all elsewhere,
IS the Dark.

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So, you said...what?????????
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That's how what????????? would be said.
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is 8941the poem--is the commentary the poem--and why do i feel like i just knocked my head against a wall and can't read or think straight--has to be me right?
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some help..first commentary poem is what?????? by you, for you?
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the first line of the bold is the title and the first poem of the commentary is the poem that goes along with it. i ws pissed and i was listening to the song "November Rain" by guns n roses when i was writing this. all confussing, i know it is. but it's just the last lines of each of my poems in one notebook, folder thingy. soo, a little scattered i guess...~~ the author of this strange adversity...~~CM
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Now that we know, let's all sing together :"Is that all there is to a Fire?!". -_ Mrs. Blodget
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Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all
there is ..then lets keep dancing..Mrs Doubtfire