TBT: Too Much

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I know, it’s not Thursday. But high school throw back nonetheless

You say “I love you” still mist I request,
If yours is truly love substantially laid.
Methinks your love so shallow you have made,
If I had dove into your love at last,
My skull would I have cracked in half; so see,
To me is love a special thing, untouched.
I once had loved and found what love could be.
I long to love, have love returned as such.
And I would die to have such love from thee,
So stop, a little more could be, too much.



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Good to see I had some confidence back in high school lol

How grand it is to be me.
I live my life happily.
My soul and mind are free.
I have a good personality,
And I’m not too ugly.

TBT: President Kid

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If only the world was run by children.
Children are worth more than a billion.
They are honest,
And so very pleasant.
I think I want to elect one president.

TBT: All You Need is Love

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another poem from my youth, cheesy but cute, and yes, I was a huge Beatles fan

To not have to worry about money or wealth,
To never have problems with sickness or health,
If food was free, and there was plenty for me,
If the world was at peace, and there was oil in the East,
It would be nice.
But everything is literally uncontrollable.
It is a nice dream, and an immense goal.
It’s not something that will change overnight.
Hopefully someday we can live in an utopia,
But until then we must survive,
And keep our hopes alive.
So to walk down the long and winding road,
All you need is love.
Everything else is lace on the tapestry of life.

TBT: A Poem

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This was definitely a high school assignment. Why we were supposed to write a poem about poems I surely don’t know. But here was mine…

A poem is an element of wonder,

Such wonder is hard to describe.

A poem is never good, and never bad,

It cannot be graded on a scale.

A poem is any group of words,

In any order that seems fitting.

A poem can be as simple as breathing,

Or it can be as complex as dating.

A poem is a seed planted in the mind of the reader,

With proper food it can grow to be a great tree.

A poem can cause a tempest of the mind,

Or a melody of the heart.

A poem can bring out the best in you,

Or unleash the worst.

A poem is a language,

That speaks to us all.

A poem is a teacher,

From whom we all could learn.

More than anything else,

A poem is,

Whatever you want it to be.

TBT: Style

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So near she stood,

So very near.

Her heart was to me so dear,

And I wished to kiss her, so I neared.

To her front I neared so sly,

And in her eyes I gazed so shy.

A kiss from her would be so fine,

It’s all that I want for mine.

I got my nerve,

And said to her,

“my you look pretty”,

she looked at me sort of giddy.

I saw my chance,

I took my stance,

I embraced her and to her surprise,

I kissed her to her demise.

She stepped back with a glare,

She swung and slapped me bare.

I thought I was the master,

She turned and called me “bastard”.

I touched my face with pride,

I would be the envy of my tribe,

I have kissed the Beauty,

And the Beauty took my face as booty.

Now, I in my inexperience,

Knew not what to make of this,

I once heard if they act ‘matter of fact’,

It means they fancy you, and all of that.

So I in my ignorance,

Said to myself as I stood,

This is good,

And so I would,

Repeat my effective style.

For quite a tiresome, fruitless while.

TBT: Oak

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You stand outside my window,

You wave when I leave,

You wave when I arrive,

You watch me when I sleep.

You scare me in the night,

You scratch at my window,

You knock at my wall,

You howl in the wind,

Sometimes you’re my friend

And sometimes you’re a fiend.

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