Individualism

Individuality is sold in store.

Mass produced by companies.

Nothing but copy rights. 

Made for money.

Steal my rhymes you phony.

Present them to your girl.

Sweet like honey.

I laugh it’s kinda funny.

Because in the in there’s no 

individuality for the modern

dummy.

Love Game

Bring upon diaster

Havoc, and cruelty.

This is a game of love,

played by you and me.

We’ll both end up scared and

heart broken.

Just to play this game, our

lust is the token.

Go ahead bury me 6ft deep

in truths that are broken.

I’ll do same, break you down like 

a bat to the brain.

I’ll call this the game.

Sometimes when I’m outside myself
I take a look back in
And try to find a place or time
Where you have never been 

A place where I can find some rest
From memories of you
A place where I can find some peace
To help to see me through 

So far I have not found the place
I’m not sure it exists
For everywhere I’ve looked so far
Your memory persists 

But maybe that’s the way of life
And how it’s supposed to go
It’s how I know I love you more
Than you will ever know

Charmanders are red. Squirtles are blue. If you were a Pokemon, I would choose you. Your smile is stronger than a Hyperbeam. Like Jesse and James, we’d make the perfect tag-team. I’ll stay by your side like Pikachu n’ Ash, and I’d love you more than a level 80 Rapidash. You’re more legendary then a Zapdos, Entei or Mew. But out of all the 150, I’d choose you.

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Roses

Roses are red 

Violets are blue 

If you follow me 

Some one will follow 

you

PoetryNinja

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Carringt0n

They can take my mind 
Leave me strung deaf, dumb, and blind
But in my heart 
We’ll never be apart
Because you had every single piece of me from 
the start

Poetry Ninja