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tell me something i don't know
and lead me to place where no one ever goes,
let me go under your skin
and let me find the demon that drives
those heavenly limbs,
you know your'e
beautiful.

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Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoaI haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf
And take over the earthSee my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes

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Mothers are the light of the world.

Where would we be without mothers
If the ones who are
the
beginning of life and light
left  and walked out of
our lives leaving the
rest of us cold, dark in the world

Another example of using a sentence to plan out your rhyme scheme in advance. It is a fun challenge.

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A proxy has made its home.
Dwelling inside a host.
An unknowing cadaver it roam,
soon to be nothing more then a ghost.
Cadaver is soon struck with illness.
Bedridden to be forgotten.
Asking god for forgiveness,
but now they lie rotton.
Their time has expired.
Clean up the mess.
Proxy is tired.
Must find a new address.
Proxy looking once more.
Where will it go.
An unsuspecting victim.
An innocent knock at the door.
A proxy has made its home.

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There was a student from Lowell
Who never would eat from a bowl
No matter what he ate
it was always on a plate
so his food could always roll
- My original attempt at a limerick.

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All the world is a stage.
and all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.”

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Blanket of darkness
with a shimmering moonlight
in an empty sky
- dyani rivera

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The roses Blossomed,
as the sun beamed over them,
beware of their thorns.
- Alexander Cuevas

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As the blossoms show,

Trees align with the lighting sun,

Hiding the shadows ahead
-jezmar muth

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The Sun shines brightly
The glistening water flows
Into the shallow cave

-Eli Phoeurk

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The bridge is right there
The tree looks beautiful
But nobody's there

- victoria keang

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Deep blue ocean waves
Crashes into the cooled beach
The Sun slowly set
Ken So

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Haiku

Coming darkness looms

Fierce winds whip across land

The tornado comes

Made by sebastian ferrante

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The sun light shimmers
Glistening on the white snow
Winter is now here

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Its running with fear from the fox

trying to eat a meal

but didn’t succeed the mission

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In the misty rain forest
hear the Crickets cry
trees singing along

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Tropical and subtropical coniferous forests

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Pink and white flowers
Blooming over a river
A beautiful sight

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The sun is gleaming
Making the nature look pure
Nature's calling home

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Oh captains, my captains

you are always driving this ship

to get to the trip

the trip will be done

with your help and my own

You are divided as a couple

but as a team to make me better

you always will be together

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If I was a tree
I would hate to be me
Because of humans
You see

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When you look to others
To tell you who you are
They have the power to define it.

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No man is an island,

Entire of itself,

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thy friend’s

Or of thine own were:

Any man’s death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee.

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“A Poppy Blooms” by Katsushika HokusaiI                                                                              write, erase, rewrite               Erase again, and then                   A poppy blooms.                                  

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“A Poppy Blooms” by Katsushika HokusaiI                                                                              write, erase, rewrite               Erase again, and then                   A poppy blooms.                                  

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Haiku - 3 line poem usually about nature
5-7-5 syllables .
This haiku compares writing/rewriting a story to a flower blooming.

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I gave my heart to you this is how you repay me (yeah)
I put my trust in you this is how you replace it (oh)
Your love is poison so no more I can't take it (no more, I can't take it)
Can't 🤬 with you no more because I ain't basic (no)

Being loyal bring you pain (being loyal bring you pain)
Showing love will get you hatin' (showing love will get you hatin')
I won't let 'em end my name, yeah
When you do dirt you get the same, yeah
I already know that I'm a thug really Big B living

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Beauty is not in the face,  Beauty is a light in the heart.
by: Kahlil  Gibran

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Each of us
Is a story,
Waiting for a devoted reader
Who will take us off the shelf
And embrace our plot twist.
- John Mark Green

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The World Today

The world has changed in so many ways but nature still goes on

Days just seem to turn into nights

Clouds go by and rain continues to fall

The birds still sing outside my window and the trees are starting to show their green buds.

I see the flowers I planted when the air began to chill, burst through the soil from their wintry sleep to fill the world with color once again.

The sun feels warm and the air a bit crisp when I venture out to the fenced in yard that is now my only world.

I long for the days of walking down a city street where people went about their days and life went on as it should

For now we live in the uncertainty of what the sunrise and the rising moon will show

But I know one day soon we will all join in nature again and see all the beauty she has to share

It will be then we realize she was just getting it ready for us to begin again...

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April 2, 2020
10:46pm
I'm sorry I'm one of the reasons you get stress, but are you sorry for being one of my reasons?

Don't even try to deny it either, "idol".
Denial is just another excuse to cover up your lies.
Lies, ha.
Why don't we get on that topic.
We all lie for different reasons of course
Could because we are trying to protect someone from the truth, just for fun, hiding something, or are just too scared to say the truth.
You always think I lie when I am saying a logical answer!
But no, you think I'm doing something more stupid and think that's logical
How low are you gonna go?
To the point when I have to prove and have a witness?
Or to the point when I'm telling you the truth while dying?
Or to the point when I probably have to hurt someone in the process to let you know;
I'm telling the truth and not lies

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Dreams By Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams                  For if dreams die                       Life is a broken-winged bird  That cannot fly.                        Hold fast to dreams                  For when dreams go                 Life is a barren field            Frozen with snow.   

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Dreams By Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams                  For if dreams die                       Life is a broken-winged bird  That cannot fly.                        Hold fast to dreams                  For when dreams go                 Life is a barren field            Frozen with snow.   