who cares what i type

it doesnt matter if its in a box

not even with the fantastic mr fox

i will now just 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999

I will never be okay with it

its silly

I don't want to do it

i feel upset writing this

why me?

why in secret?

why take something that should never be rightfully yours?

here's the thing.

you didn't deserve that from me.

and I despise you for what you have done.

I.

will.

never.

forgive.

you.

I don't even know what to put.

Do I rhyme? Do I just just write

Look crazy I'll knock you out your frame

click clack patty whack never care about where it's at because I know people got my back

give your girl a flower

or I will boo.

wish they were still alive

riding a velociraptor would be so peak

my name is captain oo lala

don't fight me or I'll yell oo rahh

meat eat wheat

foo too woo

life is filled with questions.

questions get tiring and annoying,

annoyed from the question i get daily, the question "why?"

i don't think so

but ill do what you do

better than i do what i do

you need to kara bout a bump

when the lump in your head

is nothing but a bump.

What even is that?

You tell what is since you seem to know.

Know-it-all. I don't know nothing at all

of missing lovers past

my brother used to call it

eating out of the trash

it's never gonna last

so deep and brown

all so easy to burn

bye.

the the the worng wrong wrong under under under dumb dumb dumb

without life,

how would one live

to big to consume for one person

I did it anyways

I hate the bottle

I love to have long deep talks,

the trees speak to me about their stalks,

I have an assignment due at 11:59

To drop a line

Now I forget

Something, something

Padlet.

With pretty flowers can come the bee sting

But I wish you love

I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell them

I was a rose in the garden of weeds

My petals are soft and silky as my sheets

So do not be afraid to get pricked by the thorn

While I'm here, I'm someone to honor

When I'm gone, I'm someone to mourn

But if you and my heart should someday drift apart

I'll make sure to give you these blessings

Because they're all I've got

My love's deep as the ocean

Don't you drown on me

Just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep

Ooh, I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses, and roses

I wish you roses, yeah, roses, roses

Ooh, I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses, and roses

I wish you roses, yeah, roses, roses

Ooh, never thought I would be without you

I wish you love, I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell them

With pretty flowers can come the bee sting (ooh, never thought I would be without you)

But I wish you love, I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell them

Ooh, I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses, I wish you roses

Yeah, roses, roses

Ooh, I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses, and roses

I wish you roses, yeah, roses, roses

oh well

bell rings 6 minutes from now

two-hundred and twenty-three,

wait that's actually wrong

numbers are a fraud!

i cant eat anymore, i'm going to go poor.

family and friends

money and luck for the new year

I give my all and the effort is unnoticed, These voices are so loud, only wishing I could....

The children, 

the unconscious children, 

who once sang and danced in her presence, 

are gone. 

She gropes her way, 

in the darkness of age, 

for a drink of water. 

Instead of the voices of her children, 

she hears by day 

the moans of the dove,

and by night 

the screams of the hideous owl. 

All is gloom. 

The grave is at the door. 

And now, 

when weighed down by the pains and aches of old age, 

when the head inclines to the feet, 

when the beginning and ending of human existence meet, 

and helpless infancy and painful old age combine together–

at this time, 

this most needful time, 

the time for the exercise of that tenderness and affection 

which children only can exercise towards a declining parent-- 

my poor old grandmother, 

the devoted mother of twelve children, 

is left all alone, in yonder little hut, before a few dim embers. 

She stands–

she sits–

she staggers-- 

she falls–

she groans–

she dies–

and there are none of her children or grandchildren present, 

to wipe from her wrinkled brow the cold sweat of death, 

or to place beneath the sod her fallen remains. 

Will not a righteous God visit for these things?