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Advise (Free verse) by Audaciouslilgrl In a world filled with hate,
There's only so much you can take.
You meet people, listen to the comments they make,
Then watch, as they make their mistakes.
So many people thought they were better then you.
When all their friends are gone, whom will they turn to?
Your parents are here to teach you,
but you never let them reach you.
There's a lot they don't know,
but they can't let that show.
They think if they give you more space,
In their footsteps you'll trace.
Sometimes that's true,
but you've got to learn for you.
So my only advice to you:
Do what you must do,
But watch the world around you.
Each day, learn something new.
Never be afraid just to be you.
Up the ladder:
emotional cliche
Down the ladder:
The man
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 2.5
Posted: June 12, 2003 2:16 PM PDT; Last modified: June 12, 2003 2:16 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7019925 Overall Rank: 11994 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154
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12-Jun-03/4:33 PM
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I really love your pointless use of colons, and your consistant confusing of 'than' for "then". Hey, when you get sick of being an idiot perhaps you could go back to just being you? Alas, you'd still be an idiot, but what the fuck, some sperm never swim straight out the gate, and some sperm just float on the backs of others, or in a proper face holster they are carried home to glory. GLORY! What were we talking about again? Ah, yeah, you blowing me for charity, whatta ya say, do your poor newbie friends a favor sacrafice yourself to -=Dark_Angel=- to appease the beast within, and save the future of bad poets on poemranker.
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Robert K Foster @ 209.68.69.222
> <{Baba^Yaga}>
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13-Jun-03/9:08 AM
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ahh, the welcome wagon.
Advice
why don't you go and put your d in a vice.
Why don't you put your tit in my mouf and go read my latest masterpiss.
I have some advice for you. look at and rate a bunch more poems, learn a few things, read the "best" list and start over.
You really over did it at the end with all the OO ryhmes. I think you should take Rob's Advice and Read some more poetry, cause we see alot of cliche poems here. Its not too bad a poem but maybe next time forget the ryhme and just say what your trying to say.
Unfortunately I'm scared to DEATH to be me, and that, thank god, is how I put that much more Kale into my "apocalyptic" power poetry (Jared Leto taught that to me one night while we were 30 seconds to Uranus)
Now a prayer; Oh lord, let this curse of brilliance subside so I can walk around in bad lala poetry land with these wretched little fucking computer brats and their ridiculous real life observations that they've obviously garnered from the computer also, and or a close friend, that found early age tragedy. Lord let them read more and quit making my eye balls spontaneously deflate, and my asshole randomly whistle strange alien anthems in the cold dark fistings of the night, Amen. Ps. Send my the new pringles before anyone else sweet jesu i fucking love pringles. 153 view(s)
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