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Who wills, can. Who tries, does. Who loves, lives!

Don’t Let me go there! (The Evil Side) September 28, 2009

Filed under: Poetry — mustwriteit @ 9:25 pm
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Those who don’t care

Well to hell with them

It’s time to make a stand

I want to be a rebel

I got to stop being nice

I want to try mean for a while

Don’t worry I won’t be a witch

You’ll just forget my cute smile

I got to be cruel

For you to know what’s nice

No more miss emotional

She isn’t here tonight

I’ll think about only me

And for only me I’ll fight

Where’s my reset button

I want a fresh start, Alright!

I’ll rip out my heart

Put on “The Attitude”

My evil smile and high heel shoe

I’ll show you how not to care

Watch out that’s not a dare

I’m on the edge

BABY! Don’t let me go there…

 

Bill Cosby-Dentist

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Fight For Me

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I know what I want, or do I?

I hope it’s not a scam or a lie

The promises are what keep me alive

I don’t want to keep asking why

Let things happen whatever they all go by

Trust I made the fight

Stood for what I knew was right

Did all I could do!

And never gave up on you

It’s a race we’re living

The clock never stops, it keeps ticking

“Time takes time, never give in”

Wait and wait that is what I’m doing

When will I smile like I used to that day?

I still remember it was Wednesday

I keep Reminiscing; it’s been a while!

Over and over I’m recapturing your smile

The way we stared all through the night

I kept wishing you’d miss the flight

Years have passed, I want to see you

I fear that I’ll run as soon as I do

Some things time has undone

I hope the distance hasn’t just won

We argued a lot; will it be alright?

Will the old feeling from the sight ignite?

Book a ticket and don’t miss this flight

Call and tell me your comming tonight

Don’t give up on me, please for once just fight

 

Dane Cook: Crying September 27, 2009

Filed under: Comedy,Stand Up Comedy — mustwriteit @ 4:55 am
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One of my favorite acts :)… the animation
Its hilarious, especially if you can relate lol =D

 

Irony

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“I love you. It’s not a weight you must carry around.
I love you. It’s not a box that holds you in.
I love you. It’s not a standard you have to bear.
I love you. It’s not a sacrifice I make.
I love you. It’s not a pedestal you are frozen upon.
I love you. It’s not an expectation of perfection.
I love you. It’s not my life’s whole purpose (or your’s).
I love you. It’s not to make you change.
I love you. It’s not even to make you love me.
I love you. It’s as pure and simple as that. “

– Anonymous

Then why is it never simple?!
People “in love” seem to think its the exact opposite of what is said..
Ironic isn’t it?

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    Black Roses Red

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    Fly

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    At night I cry wishing out of my window I’d fly

    The hurt the pain all gets to me

    All day I’m fine, but the night exposes me

    The night should hide, I am different you see

    The morning’s all smiles; everyone thinks I’m care free

    I shouldn’t cry, what are my problems? I think twice

    Grateful I should be; I’m under a roof with my family

    I hold back my tears weeks or even years silently

    All would be suppressed held back temporally

    One day a broken nail could pull the trigger of what used to be

    From lost love, a fight, a bad grade or a pound I gained lately

    Are that even problems? But if not then what are they?

    Love’s pain will be forgotten or replaced all books say

    Even if it didn’t! By the way after years it still isn’t

    It hurts so badly but a pain-killer won’t do

    It’s emotional. What should I do?

    As for the fight a true smile would make it alright

    A bad grade I should be tougher!

    Study and concentrate. So why the hustle

    Does that make me shallow? I feel ashamed!

    When I’m in the problem I just can’t see

    When will I feel better? I look in the future, how will it be?

    In a small apartment alone I’ll be?!

    I don’t want to go there the thought just petrifies me

    I put on running shoes my songs with me

    I run for miles till I’m out of breath bending down holding my knee

    My heart beating fast burning, did I fool me?

    It makes me feel better for a while

    I think “yes I did it” and feel powerful stand confidently

    Some positive energy to make me feel free

    I call some friends or do something I just want to be busy

    I’ll try to do my best and see how it all turns out finally

    I have faith and know that whatever there is

    It’s all for the best, later on I’ll see

    Just like the old friends that bailed on me

    I cried for nights thinking the reason was me

    What I didn’t know that better friends were coming my way

    At night on the phone when I cry soothing they’ll stay

    I hope that’s how my so called problems will end to be

    Something forgotten or just funny

    Or maybe reflecting positively on my identity

    I’ll keep that in mind, thank god I’m alive

    I close my eyes before I know it in my dreams I fly