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Dbzfan836

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what is some good writing that you wrote that you'd like to share?

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  1. Dbzfan836
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    Another poem By Dbzfan836 I try, I try; I’d like to lie That I can’t understand Almost every letter, man I don’t know Arabic I try everyday Then go to pray; But don’t know what I’m sayin; I don’t know Arabic

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    A third poem By Dbzfan836 I lay in bed; I try to sleep; I just can’t; I keep thinkin about me; Think about my day; Think about my night; Think about a nap; Think about Minecraft; Get outta bed; Get my candle read; Get to the Laptop; Play like a boss wop; Play all night; Play all day; Just for fun and Games.

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    A fourth poem By Dbzfan836 My life hurts, From losing my perch, Into my kitty paws, Because I break physic laws. I can only land on my feet, It makes me feel unique, Below my kitty paws, Because I break physic laws. I have sharp claws, Which help clean my jaws, Inside my kitty paws, Because I break Physic laws.

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    A fifth poem By Dbzfan836 My life is a struggle, One to be heard, Ya know why? ‘Cause why not Zoidberg? I’m stuck on the streets, Where nobody meets, And Where I keep: ‘Just why not Zoidberg?’ Then there was a day, That memes were made, So then I say, ‘Why not Zoidberg?’

  5. Dbzfan836
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    @Nurali @Luigi0210 @agent0smith @dan815 @AuroraB @Destinymasha

  6. Dbzfan836
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    hey @AuroraB !

  7. Dbzfan836
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    do you have something to share?

  8. AuroraB
    • one year ago
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    erm i did yesterday..

  9. Dbzfan836
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    anything else?

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    A sixth poem By Dbzfan836 I wanna play, I wanna play, I wanna play Every single day I wanna play, I wanna play, I wanna play At the Hudson Bay I wanna play, I wanna play, I wanna play Till the dawn of the next day

  11. Dbzfan836
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    @e.mccormick

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    A poem By Dbzfan836 Every single day, I just stare; I just stare straight into despair; Because Darkness is in my way; It’s in my way, every single day. The Darkness keeps making a little hole; A little hole in my heart and soul; In order to complete its dark goal; To follow the role of a dark soul.

  13. Dbzfan836
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    @LarsEighner do you have writing to share?

  14. LarsEighner
    • one year ago
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    In the more than twenty years since I parted with the galleys of the first edition of this book, it has had its career and I have had mine. At first, of course, we were close companions and I traveled widely with it and its various editions. There might have been even more of that if I had allowed Lizbeth to fly as baggage, but I would not do that. Instead she remained with our companion, called "Clint" in the book and here, in a rent house with a fenced yard she could excavate at will. I was exceptionally bad at reading my work; I wrote for the page and could not get my mouth around many of the sentences I had written. I do not suppose I made an especially pleasant appearance. I often thought that if I had been very good at that sort of thing, I would have undertaken to be an actor or lecturer or perhaps merely a personality, not a writer. I had thought that modern poetry had largely become a performance art, but as I traveled and participated in group readings it seemed the same was true of prose. Several times I met with mysterious and vague skepticism. I found those who had not met me tended to think I had written the book but the events had not happened, while those who met me thought the events had happened but someone else had written the book. --- excerpt from the Afterword of the 20th anniversary edition of Travels with Lizbeth

  15. Dbzfan836
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    If you feel you must trust him just listen to me. He seems nice but look twice ‘cause there’s much more to see. -Dbzfan836 2014

  16. Dbzfan836
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    bye @LarsEighner

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