

Every Other Night....I’ll keep writing these songs if you promise not to listen You keep on smiling like you know But there’s so much more you’re missingEvery Other Night....
Can’t you see this is like therapy for me Cuz I can’t get you out of my mind I’ve seen is how you’re eyes are shinning green I know that I’m running out of time
Why is life so hard, is that what makes us smart Personally I always feel so useless Why do we write songs if we can’t even sing along Why do I always feel like I missed it
It’s like every other feeling in an average human being And it doesn’t stop spinning aroun


Not My Poem -literally-I've always paid attention to your point of view But now I want to focus on the rest of youNot My Poem -literally-
Shame on me for wanting you The way I fantasize about What I’d give, what I’d do I just want to work you out Times like this I’m glad that you can't read my mind Shame on me another time


The Traffic Violation A girl walks down the hallway, saying a prayer each time she takes a step. She clutches the pink slip in her hand, as if she’s scared to lose it. She walks in the waiting office, and at first, no one is there. There’s another girl in the room who smiles at her sympathetically.The Traffic Violation
Then, all of a sudden, She appears. The Devil Woman. “Mrs. Kunkel, hold on-”


EndThis night is dying faster than I ever thought it would My heart is sinking farther than I ever thought it could This is coming way too fast and I don’t want to go The fires in my eyes are at an all time lowEnd
I always thought that I would be ready when this came Now I’m here and there is no courage left for me to claim Everything is building and the pain is getting worse All I want to do is put the year back in reverse
I’m not scared of the going, I’m scared of losing you To be honest I’m surprised that I made it this far through It’s funny that sometimes you hope things
Hey Kim! I finally found your Deviant site. I've read some of your poems and I think you've got a lot of writing talent!
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If a tree falls in the middle of the woods,
and nobody is around to hear it...
What are the odds it'll hit a squirrel?
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I am dead.
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I am dead.
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love wistfully,
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