Jessie was a quick draw; Learned when he was young Swore he'd never fear a man, first he'd touched a gun Made his name, by the age of twelve After shooting two old men One of them his father The other just for grins Every time he shot a man Another notch, was on his belt Swift and deadly vengeance The quick draw Jessie dealt At sixteen, his gun for hire Money did he make Town to town he traveled Dead bodies in his wake At twenty two his name, was on every gunmen's lips They tracked down Jessie, relentlessly Guns tied low on all their hips Knowing if they killed him His reputation theirs Jessie faced them one by one Come and kill me if you dare By thirty-three, he grew weary Of all the blood he shed Seeing all the faces that kill Crowed in his head He swore he'd never kill again Hanging up his guns South across the Rio Grand To the land of the setting sun Life had changed for Jessie A farmer he became Getting marred, having kids Peace was now the game But just because you run Doesn't mean that you can hide A sixteen year old came into town A gun hanging on his side Are you Jessie? The boy asked It's time for you to die Boy...do yourself a favor Get on your horse and ride I'm the fastest gun around The boy made the claim You killed my father years ago To you I'll do the same Jessie put down his little boy And pushed away his wife Stepped out into the street Then said...go ahead and take my life I have no gun, so take your shot You're sure to have your kill Seventeen years from now You too will lose your will Jessie words just fell Then, an echo from a shot was heard Time had stopped, no one had blinked Nothing even stirred Jessie's son had found his gun Soon, came running back Stood behind the sixteen year old And shot him in the back A thud was heard as the boy fell His face lay in the sand Blood was pouring out of his mouth Twitching from his hands Jessie looked right at his son He didn't look the same Holding out that smoking gun Now, he too was in the game.
game.
Author: Jessie Schwartz
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1209927
Game
We were on my bed
You were laying down
And I sat near your knees with my legs over yours
As I played a game on my phone
You chuckled whenever I got frustrated
And laughed when the server crashed
Which I might add wasn't funny
How I complained to you
About a stupid game
And yet you laid there and listened
With a small smile on your lips
For some reason you found it cute
You find a lot of things cute though
Things I never noticed about myself
But you did
And I guess that's all that matters though
game.
Author: Nel
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1209589
Game of Thrones
They lie, cheat and kill even deceive their world with a pretty smile and false hope.
They show no mercy and Only the Strong Will Survive the winter that has yet to come it truly is a Game of Thrones. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Little Ms. Bleach-Jean-Jacket With the pixie cut high boot style, Rolls her eyes sarcastically behind Glasses, and a flirtatious desire And wonders if the professor Likes what he sees At the smallest two person table. Reading willing and able To fuck his student raw Although she knows this, That's the plan; Academic battle strategy, She thinks it a talent Double-talking with her hands to seduce him. Wrist bones whispering ВЂњNo one else here has to know” She shyly smiles and laughs in her mind, ВЂњSad fool thinks some day ill go home with him”. ВЂњSad fool just game me that extension” The sad fool checks an email defeated, Ms. Bleach-Jean-Jacket has won.
Science tells us that natural selection Plays no small role in our complexion. Environment too must play its role In making us white, brown or gold. Southern whites, whose genes spend time In hot and sunny southern climes, May, in the course of generations, Start looking brown to Scandinavians. While Blacks who live in the Northwest See dark tones fade, go unexpressed. In time all hatred based on race Perhaps will prove to be misplaced. If whites turn brown and blacks turn pale For whom would Reverend Sharpton rail? When mostly Mocha men and women Drop clothes and prejudice and get to sinning Our census forms will need fine tuning When the only box for race is human.
Grow Up- Learn your ABC's -Tic Tac Toe & 1-2-3 Hopscotch, bop-bop, twinkle toes Head, shoulders, knees & elbows In It- Trying THC Just to screw authority LSD to open eyes- Though it was made by FBI Till birds are mocking Walls are talking Brain is botched So hops & scotch Jingo Jango in your glass Your only present is the past When everything has gone deluded Spirits drink your spinal fluid Should have thought Outside the Box But stayed inside your mental locks Cause Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Is now a Soul put behind bars
Fragmented pieces of my heart Are scattered on the floor. As I try my best to comprehend, "I don't love you anymore. " My mind is racing to and fro. My heart is beating fast. As my world comes crashing at my feet, a replay from my past. Why is it I can't win this game, No matter how I try? Don't I deserve to be in love? Or do I only deserve to cry? I cannot make you love me No matter how I feel. I cannot change the circumstance By pretending this isn't real. So I pick my heart up off the floor, And I slowly walk away; Leaving behind what once was mine, As there's nothing left to say. Someday I may be whole once more, But surely not today
Maybe, We're all just imitating someone we saw once, Trying to be all of the people we've decided we respect and admire. Maybe, None of us are truly unique to ourselves, But rather a collection of our favourite minds, Put together as best we can.
So forgive me if I falter, I'm just trying to make you proud. I'm just trying to make myself proud. And sometimes, Most of the time, I'm not sure who that is.
