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I Want
By Chris Morgan



I want to see the world and all it’s beauty
To see all it’s wonders and thrills
I want to make people like me for who I am
Not for something I do, or for something I say

I want to make something of my life
To go to collage and get my degree
I want to have a family
Someone to stand by me when I am weak

I want to be famous
To be a well known musician
And I want everyone to know
I will not give up.

My Life
By Chris Morgan



My life means so much to me,
I don't want to end it because someone doesn't believe in me
Or they don't like me,
or trust me

Life means so much more to me than popularity,
Wealthiness,
And love

Life to me means my health,
My familys needs,
And the well-being of others

If you think that life means nothing,
And that you can kill yourself to end it,
I am sorry,
But you are very wrong

To Be
By Chris Morgan



To be with you,
It's my one goal.

To be with you,
You make me whole.

To be with you,
Means everything to me.

To be with you,
For all eternity.

To Be
By Chris Morgan



If you can poem,
I want to see it.
If you can poem,
I want to read it.

If you can poem,
Please release it.
If you can poem,
Do suppress it.

Forgive
By Chris Morgan



In my home, there is no fun,
I can not rest until it’s done.
I have to learn to forgive,
Not to live to just to misgive.

I want my grandfather to rest in peace,
Not to be death and wait for me.
I want to know he is happy,
Rather then just waiting unhappy.

I don’t quite know how to forgive,
He took his life for him the live.
He sits in jail with a free ride,
While I sit out here angering with time.
 
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In addition to this wonderful poem,
I write this reply out of my heart.
Your talent is clearly on a grade of 0,
but music is hard.

Maybe try to do like me,
who plays guitar for free,
writing poems in free time,
nothing is greater
then creating a constructive rhyme.

So I wish you luck with all of it,
and I might have to admit,
that yours is neat indeed as well,
now write a few mores,
which you may be able to sell.
 
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When i look out my window i see the spring coming.
The trees are blooming, the flowers are sprouting out.
When i look at this, i get a strange longing.
But alass, i'm ill and have to stay indoors.

I read your poem, sitting in my room.
It doesen't rhyme, but who cares?
I read your poem, sitting in my room.
It's well constructed, and over my face a smile flares.

Your poem is nice, all blue and De-Ep.
And when i read it get get one conclusion:
+Rep
 
On the way of truth
+-------------------------------------+

The truth, so trustful and loved,
the opposite of lie,
but truth is mostly shy.

You have a great life, no doubt,
but what's it all about?

Life is not taking part of something,
it's about being not part of anything.
Life is not being someone you are not,
it's about being yourself all along.

Some people think you are strong if you have a lot of friends,
but you are not.
Some people think you are intelligent because you know stuff others don't,
but you are not.
Some people think you are beautiful because you look like a model,
but you are not.
Some people think you are awful because you are afraid,
but you are not.

Most of them don't realize,
being alone makes you stronger.
Most of them don't realize,
intelligent are mostly the guys that don't say much.
Most of them don't realize,
the real beauty comes out of your heart.
Most of them don't realize,
being yourself is everything you need.

But how should they know such things?
They don't know what's meant to be knocked down!
They don't know what's meant to cry all day long!
They don't know what's meant to have to help yourself to get out of hell.
They don't know what's meant to be you.
They don't know what's meant to have lost everything what you needed.
They don't know what's meant to don't see a reason to be still alive.
They don't know what's meant to be alive.
They don't know anything.

So why not behave on them like they do on you?
Just use them as you need to.

-------------------
Some months old now.
 
Alright, you want it.
Alright, you get it.
You'll soon have to admit,
that I am better in writing this shit.

There is no way in beating me,
and there is no way for anyone to flee,
I am just knocking everybody down,
doesn't matter whether you are on internet or in my town.

Aww I should stop this know,
before giving away all my know-how,
so I will finish this,
give hugs and for ladies a gentleman-kiss.
 
In addition to this wonderful poem,
So I wish you luck with all of it,
and I might have to admit,
that yours is neat indeed as well,
now write a few mores,
which you may be able to sell.

Hmmm

Seling poems is not a crime...
Meaby I can sell some of mine.
What? I am good at poems too
Meaby I can make someday for you

A funny poem to make you smile
To laught with heart, but for a while
I cant continue more, okey?
I will end this an other day :p
 
That wasn't bad at all,
you really should give it one more try,
trying is better as to be to shy,
try to bring more elements in it,
so the more you do the easier it'll get
to become a hit.

In german I am better somehow,
then I can create a real great flow,
but nevermind its not my primary language,
its not like its worth anything,
or as it would be for any kind of show.

Well I really like writing poems of things,
whether they are feelings or situations.
They can give you a lot of power,
they can give you a cold shower,
they can make you cry,
they can make you fly,
they can make you wanna run,
they can make you feel safe like being in a cocoon,
however what they really intend,
they have feelings for you heart to spend.
 
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When i write a poem, here on the hive, i know it has a low chance to thrive.
The internet is vast, and it moves very fast, and who knows what stupidity lurks in the heart of man?

On other site's i've tried already, only to find out that improvement isn't steady.
Nobody likes them, nobody cares, everybody just want's l33t hax glares.
I try to preserve, the old way of writing, but when i call it out it goes deeper into hiding.
I have to keep dragging, over a extremely long time span.

But here on the Hive, i've found you people.
You care, you don't just want a l33t hax glare.
When i write a poem, i'm happy 'cause i know, that in the l33t hax darkness our poems will glow.
 
Poem again and again :)

Seriously every time I see this thread I read porn. >.<

it is stupid games of your freaking mind
how much silly you can be? or blind ^^

this thread is just some poems maaan
here we write what ever we can

meaby poema are too tight and gayish
but noone here is realy perish

this thread is just for fun
to try our talants, not to get a ban ^^

meaby some poems for you are just a crapy sh..
try to make your brain to understand

even I dont understand those all
it is like "wtf he is saying? lol"

:D
 
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I like them. But the one titled "Poems"


If you can poem, <---- Could Poem be used as a substitute for "write poems"?
I want to see it.
If you can poem,
I want to read it.

If you can poem,
Please release it.
If you can poem,
Do suppress it.

It does sound good with "poem" but I'm not too smart and I have no clue if you could just write "poem" xD.

It kind of sounds weird as if I wrote "If you can song, I want to listen to it." Just saying hehe, They're all pretty good!
 
You think you life is boring,
Try living in my shoes.
You never have anything to do.
And nothing to ever prove.

You feel like you'rre down in the slumps,
Trying to take the lumps,
The hate you get for being right.

You get discriminated,
All because people miscommunicated,
They see the bad,
and never whats rad..

My life is uneventful,
Never anything resentful,
It means less and less each day,
So I just go my own way.
 
I ain't no gay fag,
I have nothing against then,
But they just nag,
Like a women at the time.

You think I'm gay,
Well bud I got somethin to tell you,

People don't fuck with me,
They try their stuff,
I put their back to the tree.

They get a taste of my anger,
The fear of a being a stranger.

I show them that you better not fuck with me.
 
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I fly a gigantic monster
I am captain evil stomper
I get to wear big black helmet
I pilot the Hatredcopter

I fly the beast made of steel
Thick knives that cut the night
Gas tank is filled with vengeance
Machine guns shooting spite
Can't find the thing that makes this thing take a hard turn right
I follow where it leads me blind bats with wings of might

You will most likely die from the hands of my arm
When I come and fly and take off-a your face
with the front of my Hatredcopter

ooooooooooooooooooogh

I fly a gigantic monster
I am captain evil stomper
I get to wear big black helmet
I pilot the Hatredcopter

I fly the Hatredcopter
I'm going to hunt you down
I'm getting lots of money
for all the bounties found
Can't seem to find the button
that turns the radar on
Can't work the hatredcopter
The hunt for you is on

I am likely to find
for my failure to fly
that I will be fired
for not killing you
cause that is my job
Hatredcopter

You will most likely die from the hands of my arm
When I come and fly and take off-a your face
with the front of my Hatredcopter
 
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