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The Nightmare before ChristmasThe Nightmare before Christmas Poem   
 
Ghouls and goblins, witches a brew,  Oogie Boogie stirring up his snake and spider stew,  A hysterical mayor with a curled, twisted face,  With monsters and ghosts wandering in this Halloween place,  A pale rag doll sewed up stitch by stitch,  Next to an eerie mad scientist with an uneasy twitch.   
Though they all looked scary and seemed quite macabre,  It was just Halloween and it was only their job.   
Then, in the front of the crowd a skeleton stood,  He was the Pumpkin King so he did what he could,  Was heard “Jack Skelling The Nightmare before Christmas
DragonsWhere did they come from?  Where did they go?  Questions to which answers,  No one seems to know.   
Beautiful and gentle,  As much as a flower.  They soon disappeared,  Due to man's lust for power.   
Only those now  As rare as sages.  Can truely find a dragon  In these modern ages.   
Once these creatures  Where the protectors of us all.  Sheltering great civilizations  Until they disappeared, leaving them to fall.   
Everyone I know  Is a dragon you see.  I look out for you,  You look out for me.   
Dragons will be w Dragons
SorryI'm sorry for me,  I'm sorry for you,  I'm sorry for all the things i do.  I'm sorry for this,  I'm sorry for that,  I'm sorry for being a stupid pratt.  I'm sorry for where,  I'm sorry for how,  I'm sorry for being here right now.  I'm sorry… Sorry
Devil May Cry - DanteThe hunter dresses from black to red,  the demons he finds end up dead.  Losing his family to evil years before  he has vowed to close horrors door.  Faster and better he gets,  he knows his promises will be kept.  Standing alone in the dark of the night,  this hunter has come to protect the light.  Standing above the ones who threaten the peace,  'The legendary dark knight Sparda?! It can't be!' they cry  'You're right' the hunter answers  'I'm his son, Dante. Now, time to die.' Devil May Cry - Dante
Vampyre::Vampyre::   
See beyond thy misted eyes  Crimson tears in reminscence  Truths are naught but hidden lies  Mourning o'er lost innocence.   
Unholy act of resurrection  Tis fatal kiss gives immortal life  Bound to drink with fervent conviction  Condemn thy soul with lasting strife   
Thou flawless skin shall deceive  Hide thy guilt, thy bloodstained teeth  With open arms, thee will receive  Mortals with a living heartbeat   
Forsaken forever by the Sun,  Seek comfort from the Night,  Thy rays force thee to ever run  And thou to flee in sudden f Vampyre
FriendshipThey say a friend  Is a friend forever  Even in  The roughest weather  Though life’s seas  Are tossed about  A friend will be there  To help you out   
But there are times-  It’s sad but true-  When friendship’s flame  Dwindles in you  The excitement is gone  It’s not new anymore  And painfully so  Our old friend is a bore   
So we put away friendship  With a lock and a key  I just want to say…  Don’t let that be me  It may not be new  But don’t let it die  I won’t if you won’t  I won’t say goodbye. Friendship
To Do ListDon’t get caught here  Hold your breath.  Hide the body  There was no death   
Feed the dog  Conceal the gun.  Wash your hands  Yes, We had fun.   
Put on your makeup  Disperse your fear  Hide his limbs.  He wasn't here.   
Remove his pillow  Now go to bed  There was no murder  He isn’t dead. To Do List
Ri Ra agus Ruaille BuallieAs older grows mine anxious mind, my shelf grows ever heavy;  I've won your love, the Nobel Prize, some crayons and a Chevy,  But still the loot I crave seems not to graze the skills I levy,  There's not a rhyme within my mind that wouldst earn me a Devvie.   
Whoo!   
Give the man a banjo and a funky, funky cat..  He can tailor suits and major moots and live within a hat..  He's got no purple cipher and his mushroom has no mat..  But still he spiels like a clockawork wheel and here's a song about that..   
Words never were for wording,  And wording not for him,  And words Ri Ra agus Ruaille Buallie
MonkeysMonkeys poop and monkeys bite  Monkeys are like humans and have monkey fights  I laugh at monkeys all day long  They laugh at me because they have bigger schlongs  Alright I'm a girl so don't mock  Or I'll get my monkey flock  To beat you down  Right to the ground  And do a little monkey dance! Monkeys
Pet PeeveA rhyme I'll weave  About a pet peeve  Concerning grammar & spelling  It makes me quite mad  It's gotten so bad  On this subject I can't help but dwelling     I have found  That typos abound  But those I can ignore  The exchanging of text  Has me quite vexed  And makes reading poems a chore     Let's review  The words threw and through  The former is a verb past tense  You threw the ball  Walked through the mall  The latter is a preposition, make sense?     It's time to go  Over no and know  The first is a negative Pet Peeve
You Ought To Try Living MoreIt\'s amazing to me  That there seems to be  All these people who live in despair.   
They share their cries  About lost love, and lies  And speak of how life is unfair.   
Why do they need  To make themselves bleed  With razors, with scissors, with knives?   
All of it is rather trivial.  
Pain is in ALL of our lives.   
That goes to show, how far some will go  In order to find absolution  I know it sounds odd, but trust - I\'m no fraud -  
Dying is not the solution. You Ought To Try Living More
spider                                spider   
                         pretty penny sherbet                    lime-eyed and locked in orange                how they laughed as all the porridge                            pushed out windows                               knocked in doors.                 and though some begged to get in                    while the others wished for out              there you were, sweet nosebleed ghost                    . . . unwelcomed host without.               so faeries made their mushroom rings                  where you danced in naked plight &nbs spider
bouquetBouquet   
 
When I was young, there was a honeysuckle bush in my parent’s back yard.   When I wasn’t too afraid of the bees that surrounded the flowers  I would go and pick some, sucking the marrow from their bones.   Then I would run inside and not tell my parents on purpose.   
I walked to work and found an orchid in the street, before a yard of flowers.   I picked it up and was going to put it into my pocket  But then I realized that defeated the flower’s purpose.   So I held it until I passed a pretty girl, and put it in her hair.   
I went to see my gir bouquet
Hymn of the Four HorsemenKings, bear you silence, listen for the sirens;  Queens, bear you silence, listen for the alarum;  Men and children, bear you silence, listen for the gales.   
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four  Bearing gifts of death, on trampled hooves they roar  Through the air, those four cometh  Of the land, those four cometh  And the sea, o\' the whole wide horizon  They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.   
Great plagues follow quick, of those horsemen four  Loosening the life through thick pit sores  Along the night, those four cometh  Renowned and imfamed, those Hymn of the Four Horsemen
ZombiesZombies   
Zombies ate my neighbors  and then they came for me.  I ran into the house,  they ran into a tree.  They smashed up all my windows,  they smashed open my doors,  I opened up my fridge,  
and then I drank a Coors.  First they ate my cat  and then they ate my dog,  but when they got to me  I was passed out like a log.  They picked me up and carried me  over to my bed  and then they left without a trace:  my brain was already dead. Zombies
FrustrationI sit, I think, I wonder why,  I cannot see inside your mind.  There’s something there, what can it be?  I wonder if you ever think of me.  I sit and stare, look deep in your eyes,  But what’s inside is all a surprise.  You mean so much to me, more than you’ll ever know,  But how you feel, you do not show.  It’s frustrating not knowing where I stand,  My emotions lying helpless in the palm of your hand.  I wish you would tell me the thoughts in you head.  Instead you just lay there, numb, in your bed.  You’re brilliant. You’re beautiful. A true work of art.  I just wish I could Frustration
My911Peaceful morning bliss  I travel deep into the paths of routine.  The radio said that fire rains down  Live, from the scene.   
My peace runs to find worry  It was his day off, you see.  Hand in hand they come up front  to sit in the passenger's seat.   
We drive and flinch to listen  to this woman saying ghastly things.  Today we lost over 3000  How can our freedom ring?   
I could not understand it  Is it true? Is this for real?  The giants of the mighty apple  were gutted through the peel?   
The 5 sided dragon is bleeding too?  the one My911
RiddlesUp! Down! All around!  In the air or on the Ground!  Spinning in place or going round and round!   
What am I?   
Bobbing here, bobbing there  Sucking life, floating in the air  frozen, blasted, its not fair!   
What am I?   
Rice inside, but not a pot  eat from it, you cannot  doesnt work if there is a clot   
What am I?   
You can't control it, its hard to hide  but hurts you lots, if trapped inside  in spite of this, a wonderus thing, that will collide  with other things in life   
What am I?   
Copys you, but not al Riddles
the day the music diedRip a rhyme in your rythm banks  and rank it way up high.  Bring a box of funky beats  and make a cool reply.  Sing a song of sixpence  but dont mention the rye,  coz Don McLean used it all  the day the music died.   
So load on up your Fruity Loops  and bring a slice o\'pie.  Make a song thats not too long  and watch it go awry.  The number one you\'re banking on  wont play on your Hi-Fi,  coz you my friend forgot about  the day the music died.   
You\'ve tried on ev\'ry CD player  from Paris to Shanghai.  But the bass you brought to  -he the day the music died
PringlesPringles, Pringles, what to do?  I just cant help loving you.  But if I dont stop coming back,  My butt is giong to be really fat.   
Everytime you look up at me,  It makes me feel like I'm thirteen.  This kind of love will have to end,  Even though you're my best friend.   
All of your flavors are very good,  They always put me in the mood.  Pringles, Pringles, cant you see?  This thing between us can never be.   
Pringles, Pringles I have no choice,  My feelings now are getting moist.  You know you'd never have to wait,  Especially if I ever have a bad Pringles
Kai...Blue marks on his face  His grandfather thinks he is a disgrace  Beautiful slate and blue hair  
He used to fight dirty and now he fights fair  Eyes that are crimson red orbs  It is the pleasure of victory he absorbs  Skin that is soft and has a pale tone  
He wants everyone to go away and leave him alone  As we watch him, his scarf starts to sway  As he turns around and walks away Kai...
my life in the oceanI entered the ocean at sunrise  I sank to the bottom where the sand lies  motionless as the currents flowed by  the sun shined off of the shells under me  the aquatic life swam to places I wanted to be  my adored floated amongst the clouds above  yet I sank below them chasing my love  only seaweed where I lay  wrapping my legs in ebbs and sways  darkness covered the depths I tried to search  and I was trapped in the empty, endless murk  once I realized all the beauty had left my face  I fought against an ugly fate  and wrestled the green growth to leave that place  I heard my life in the ocean
To Cocaroses are red  
violets are corny  when I think of you  
I get so horny.   
Kiss me,  Lick me,  bite me,  blow me,  suck me,  fuck me,  very slowly,  if you kiss me,  don't be sassy,  use your tongue and make it nasty. To Coca
cherry manhattansolemn walks to a willful step.  buglary lies.  rush,  shove, push  cackling truths to an uncertain degree.  a cold wash overcomes your face and you only see suffering tears.  yes, melancholy scribbles on a rabid floor. but dont try  to understand unless you're in a justified boat.  tick. tick. the ashtray of your life is getting more burnt.   
scribble scramble. shadows are diagnosing your new stricken  fever. break your glasses but not your face.  let anonymous breathe.   
      lungs, die not of smoking but your own, nicotine.  fallen roses and shelle cherry manhattan
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