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Nomad2054

There is nothing permanent except change.
how do we find peace
when there is none inside
how do we quell hate
when we are love deprived
how does one spread joy
with a depressive mind
how do we dictate truth
when we live a lie
why do we seek conformity
when solitude is drive
will we ever learn to live
where we have only strived
 
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Nomad2054

There is nothing permanent except change.
danm there is absolutely no respect for art in this place :jcoleno:

guess i gotta brush up on my trolling skills :kendrickcry:
 

Basra

LOVE is a product of Doqoniimo mixed with lust
Let Them Eat Cake
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How can i be authentic

how do we find peace
when there is none inside
how do we quell hate
when we are love deprived
how does one spread joy
with a depressive mind
how do we dictate truth
when we live a lie
why do we seek conformity
when solitude is drive
will we ever learn to live
where we have only strived

How do i carry worlds burden,
when all i want is a nap in my den,
How can i watch the news.
when all i see is mans stupid wars,
How can i genuinely smile
when i really want to fake a smile,
How can i tell the truth,
when the lie is better than the truth?
How come i cant cry,
when i really want is to be naughty and sly,
and vain, and petty, and fabulous, and not boring.
How can i be sad,
when all i want is a certain lad,
who hails from the race of muscle squad,
How can i confuse you,
by ending this cryptic poem by biding you adieu!
 

Crow

Make Hobyo Great Again
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How can i be authentic



How do i carry worlds burden,
when all i want is a nap in my den,
How can i watch the news.
when all i see is mans stupid wars,
How can i genuinely smile
when i really want to fake a smile,
How can i tell the truth,
when the lie is better than the truth?
How come i cant cry,
when i really want is to be naughty and sly,
and vain, and petty, and fabulous, and not boring.
How can i be sad,
when all i want is a certain lad,
who hails from the race of muscle squad,
How can i confuse you,
by ending this cryptic poem by biding you adieu!
I was ready to accuse you of copying and pasting when I saw the wall of text but this was terrible.
:mjlol:
 

Basra

LOVE is a product of Doqoniimo mixed with lust
Let Them Eat Cake
VIP
r u saying my poem is too long? But is it good?
 
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