Don’t you ever dare call me chickenhead
Don’t you ever dare Don’t you ever dare call me chickenhead
Nobody has ever lived that ever did
Nobody has ever lived.
|To many times days go by
Without me telling you just how I feel, and why
I guess it’s because the feeling is mutual and I assume it’s always there,
But I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, and how much I careThru the years I have often questioned your decisions with why?
Some were good, and some made me cry
But now that I’m older and look back in time, I understand
You were simply teaching me how to be a better man.May times in my life, when I have been lost and went astray,
You were always there, to guide me back and show me the way
Never asking for nothing in return,
Just hoping that maybe someday I would learn
Thru your wisdom and strength, I have learned so much
I learned from you then, and I still learn from you now
The times we share together are priceless to me,
The things you’ve taught me I can never repay,
Happy fathers day.
by Poison 9901
Open ended, closed sentences a few, yet countless pretences. Darkness even in the light enormous, yet so slight. A vastness compressesd into a space a definite form, without a trace. Coherently ambiguous thoughts willingly, yet incredulously sought. Silent eyes that speak strong enough, yet quite weak. Spoken words remain unsaid a clanging silence awaits instead. A colorfully dull existence a purposeful, yet faint persistence. Reading through the blank serenity an identifiable anonymity. An unfeelingly emotional spread not alive, yet undead.....
- aleme avni
I'm pursuing my teenage years while being completely lost Uncontrollable uncertainty unbinds me, shaking and stirring False truths I then dwell upon, and then it proceeds to toss My senses into a chance direction, I latch onto anything alluring
As my thoughts refine, soon I will find something to believe in Ill look at my reality with it to the point of total distortion That thing I hold onto becomes my spectacles until its worn thin Then it is gone through an impulse of insightful contemplation And again, I'll repeat the process that has made me very lost -Piscine Kipling
Is Not only dog... A thank full Human... Human did not Thankfull many time... But... Home dog is Love and thankfull human... Many people Did not understand Dog is only not animal It is lovable+ thankfull human...!
Windy day's are here to stay seeking out there lonely prey,
Finding souls to carry home open the pit let noone know.
I see there shadows on the distant wall's lurking to gather all the lost souls,
hide and seek they always play knowing one day they will take you away..
It's there cause not yours to see the end Why must we run to no end?
Find your way to heavens front door knock loudly before its to late! !
Hide and Seek its your turn to play..
English BXE- Sec. 46
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