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Brief Words and Co.Comic relief / Cosmic disbelief / Cosmetic grief

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Jun 20, 2014

This for ThatIf only I had freedom for every bird / a right for every wrong / a first for every third

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Jun 9, 2014

A Piece of ****If there's one guy who should be banned and shunned from the ranks of society, it should be me. Thanks for agreeing with this stark reality. I'm the worst entity in my entirety. I've zero decency and no need for your sympathy. This sentient being of notoriety shattered the window of existence, screaming with just a demeaning smirk. Gleaming, flirting skirts of variety pass by the dark and ***** corners where I lurk. Just know that I hold no spark of sanity, only humanity's vanity. No silver platter or flattery I will hand about and offer thee. Nothing really matters anyway. People scatter and shout aloud in the fray. They scowl, scoff, spit, spatter, and cough in my general direction. Take a clear look in the mirror of dismay. The only truth you see is the bilateral reflection of a dramatical radical. Blessed by the heart, cursed by the mind as collateral. Below grey skies, I'll cast my line of terror into the lake of your tears. Will you bite and be bitten with lies? Will the bitter night overrun you with fears and the deer hear your cries? Not a chance. Take your stance and take heed of my arrival in the vicinity. Indeed, your survival is a mystery. Ar first glance, I'm public enemy number one and the shit-storm cloud insanely raining frightening lightening upon your fun parade every sunny, Summer-day. Romance the idea of petitions being signed with instructions. Enhanced, grammatical weapons of destruction are lined and designed by the hunter to mark me into your history books. Look at my nefariousness with shaky knees and restless soul, until this crook's reign of misfortune has plundered the toll. I am the troll controlling this area. This bridge of ignorance you roll under is where I raise mass hysteria. I'm an unleashed beast with Master status, Grade A disaster, and hunger whose here to take care of ya. Awakened from slumber, here's some flashy, hysterical, lyrical, *** full of diarrhea ******** on your hopes and dreams, now crashed and torn asunder. What number and blunder will perform next on the screen? You will forever wonder.

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May 31, 2014

A Little Bit of LifeClaim the heart that will love. / Blame the name that will hate. / Tame the soul that will rise above.

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May 31, 2014

Internal UniversalUniverse, tell me if my heart is not in the right place. To the right, I see nothing but darkness, hatred and despair. To the left, I see light, love, and freedom. Seems to me that I've traversed both, far and wide. / Streets of shattered hopes and dreams where the woeful child lays and stares wistfully at a tattered photograph of his parents, who were killed in a drunk driving accident, paints a morbid scene. Foreboding Cumulonimbus clouds lurk on the horizon. Gunshots, screams, and sirens seem to be the soundtrack emanating from billboard signs. Another deal gone sour, another price to pay and blood is the answer? / Revenge

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May 31, 2014

Human I AmSome think of me as an iconic idiot. / Therefore, I am. / Others think of me as a gentleman and a scholar.

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May 31, 2014

Garden of DeathHaving loved and lived more than many, you're one that has feared and toiled in the garden of life. This garden that is now untended, dried, and withered; a vast wasteland, littered with cigarette butts, broken beer bottles, used condoms, and bullet casings. Those seeds of ruin are sowed by your very own callous hands of destruction. Once, golden opportunities and golden showers were warm and comforting, till you realized you were being ****** on by weak hearts and failing bladders. An ongoing stream of liquored up nights, self-loathing heathens, and rotten misanthropes now have you bowing to the porcelain gods beside a freshly dug grave, fit for your honor. One more shot is what you want, finely driving that final nail into your coffin of a liver. Feeling flushed and torn, nobody will be bringing you flowers, you wilted oaf. A half-eaten vegetable, you are. Left with nothing more than skin and bone, there's a sign that sustenance has not been a friend of indulgence.

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May 18, 2014

You Orange PeopleI'm well aware of your existence, orange-skinned fitness aliens. / You mask yourselves with the power of cosmetic force. / Tanning beds are your temples and Snooki is your Goddess.

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Mar 23, 2014

One..Two...Three...FreeJourney across the shattered glass, once the window of a soul entrapment. / Clear, blue skies, twice clouded past; face downward towards the sun-swept pavement. / Carry on, but not too fast, amidst the scars of enslavement.

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Mar 3, 2014

Grandma In PassingHey Grandma, take my hand and let's go for a walk. I have dreaded the day would come where we could no longer talk of childhood mischief and such; running amok. Much love for the bird who has now left her flock. Time has run out for you on the face of my clock. Dear Grandma, remember when we played Bingo and word games all day. We sat sipping cocoa and watched Thanksgiving Day parades. If you were here, you would see I stand blinded with reflections of you made in the passing of tears on my face.Long after the years of days that I played outside in the rain. No Grandma, these memories will never fade away. I'll miss your loving embrace. Yes Grandma, I'll always strive to be better. That guy who is brave and a real go-getter. Lately, I've felt a little under the weather. The mind is cold, foggy, and not so clever. / A bit logic-impaired, but the bond that we shared will never be severed. After all, we're just birds of a feather. Beloved Grandma, with this poem I'll plant with a kiss. For without you I would surely not even exist. You'll watch over my heart and always be missed. If you see Grandpa, tell him you both will forever be remembered.

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Feb 24, 2014

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