Yellow TreesShe's always on my mind I'm walking this white line But it's gotten harder not to fall I haven't known her for long, no, not long at all Maybe in a few weeks, but I'm still whipped She's so amazing, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it I love itYellow Trees
September LoveI am A lazy man A maybe plan A stupid flannelSeptember Love
You are A Pretty pearl A witty girl A cupids arrow
We are Just friends for now Just depends on how well Just descend, just pretend we are
You talk a million miles an hour you smell like a rose, a flower It's not fate It's the power of September love
They are Jealous we talk Jealous we rock Jealousy is just immaturity
We are Just friends for now Just depends on how well Just descend, just pretend we are
You talk a m
MusicMusic is a mathematical arithmetic. It flows, it goes into your soul and lingers like a butter finger; It sticks and gets stuck in your head. Some like to listen in bed; glistening their dreams. Words of meaning ringing in our mind. Sometimes, it's as meaningful as a stop sign. It can paint pictures with colors and it can make your significant other love ya more. Sure, there are different kinds, don't whine, give it some time; You will find your song. There's nothing wrong with not liking a band! Some are as bland as bread, and others are as brilliant as bees honey.Music
Listen To My Favorite SongI can't listen to my favorite song again 'Cause it reminds me of a girl and now that she is with him; I don't have someone to call my worldListen To My Favorite Song
Life has been getting pretty hard The sky is always cloudy and my hands are always cold This is all starting to get pretty damn old
I don't want to feel like this anymore When will life start getting better This is all because of this whore That's mean, but I'm really mad at her
I want the sun to shine I want my heart to mend I want to feel fine I want to listen to my favorite song again.
| I was born in Utah, when I was 10 I moved to an Island called American Samoa. I lived there 5 years, I recently moved to Tallahassee, Florida. I've loved art ever since I remember. I've been a poet for a while now, I've written lots of poems about love, death, and just coming home after a long day. |
Much appreciated!
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Kind regards,
Frank
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I don't write poetry, Poetry writes me.
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I don't write poetry, Poetry writes me.
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Well,
I'm bored again. Time to open the fridge.
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I don't write poetry, Poetry writes me.
I need to look at more of his work. Did you see the new DVD cover?
It looks awesome!
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Well,
I'm bored again. Time to open the fridge.
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I don't write poetry, Poetry writes me.
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Bursting out from the ashes, with wings of flames that fly
I am called the Phoenix...A mythical bird that flies
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I don't write poetry, Poetry writes me.
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