| I like to draw people and write some poetry. |


An Artist's BucketAn Artist's BucketAn Artist's Bucket
This paper, You see, Is like a bucket For me-- To throw up
My feelings
Upon it.
When I
Don't feel good, I "throw up" On paper, To release all
The bad stuff
Inside me.
And when I'm done, You'll see Not grossness But a masterpiece
On My bucket.


The Person Who Stole My HeartThe Person Who Stole My Heart From MeThe Person Who Stole My Heart
There at the bottom Of the staircase Sat he-- The person who stole My heart from me.
Well, he didn't steal it, Actually, I gave it to him-- My heart on a string Tied to me.
But one day he left With my heart
On his shoulder: "Goodbye my dear, We just can't be together."
And so there, at the bottom Of the staircase Sat he-- The person who didn't Give my heart back to me.


The Tree on Mount PatienceThe Tree on Mount PatienceThe Tree on Mount Patience
In the middle of the core Of a person I knew Stood a tree, A strange tree, A very strange tree.
Its trunk was quite slim, Its branches quite shriveled; There wasn't a hint
Of strength, No strength.
On top of a mountain, Mount Patience its called, Stood the tree that was weak, Very weak, Very weak.
It was weak, But it stood, It stood and endured, And endured, And endured.
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oceaneddy *Apophysis
POST YOUR ART!!!
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NEENJA!!!
Be nice and friendly, get close to them, become friends, make sure that everyone likes you SO THAT WE CAN EXPLOIT THEM MERCILESSLY AND TEAR THEM DOWN FROM THE INSIDE!
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NEENJA!!!
Be nice and friendly, get close to them, become friends, make sure that everyone likes you SO THAT WE CAN EXPLOIT THEM MERCILESSLY AND TEAR THEM DOWN FROM THE INSIDE!
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Laugh at your problems, everybody else does.
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Laugh at your problems, everybody else does.
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