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andy fardell Feb 2011
My dream became my other world so real or is this fake
I dreamt of many crazy things like floating in a lake
i must be mads cos I dont swim and sink just like a brick
my dreams are more reality than I could ever think

I pinched myself so I could see the difference from the two
but would I really tell apart the dreaming from the truth
time will tell when one does wain and all becomes a blurr
the dreaming and reality ..I concur
nana nilsson Nov 2017
"Jeg ved slet ikke hvad jeg skal gøre."
"Dit bedste."
Maddie Renee Dec 2015
Dart 1: I did the dishes
Dart 2: I cleaned my room
Dart 3: I mailed my thank you letters
Dart 4: I walked the dog.

My mom and I love to play darts.
She always hits the bullseye,
I always hit the second ring never being being able to match her superiority.
Begging her to let me win,
she doesn't  understand that I don't know how to play as well as she does.
After all she was a teenager at one point,
She did learn to shoot lies as darts,
But I'm still learning how to skin the truth with the feathers of my own darts.
I ask her what the score is,
'Mads, you're down by four, if you actually did what you were told and followed the rules of the game, maybe you wouldn't be so behind.'
I was always down by four.
And it was always for the same reasons:

Dart 1: I did the dishes
Dart 2: I cleaned my room
Dart 3: I mailed my thank you letters
Dart 4: I walked the dog

I've been playing this game for 17 years,
The needle of a dart is sharp especially with the venom of my mothers tongue.
I ran up to my room,
Shutting my door so they didn't puncture the filth buried beneath my pores,
Oozing truth that I didn't want to face.
They dug the tips of their teeth into my door.  
They were shooting in through my window so I pushed myself back to the door,
But they locked it.
Collapsed on the ground I sat there rocking myself.
Letting the lies scrape at the bullseye that my body played on.
I dragged my tears like war paint across the cliff of my cheeks,
present my target to the open door.
Time to play another round,
Time to face the darts that I have made.
The lies will keep piling until you learn to face them, until you yourself can't handle their weight.
Nina O'Donovan Apr 2016
“Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man:
one draught above heat makes him a fool;
the second mads him; and a third drowns him.”
— Feste, Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare


Pulling into Colbert on a mid-week afternoon,
I stride through drifts of passengers falling
from each carriage.
Inside, they deck the station out
in wait like chess figures. I leave as soon as I arrive.

Blessed with rain again,
pestering the roof tiles, great sweeps
of grey water
dash each street. Across,
a building's squared face, chipped bottle green.
Namelessly familiar,
my hermitage.

I enter half-drowned.
I place myself on mark at the bar,
flanked by fellow veterans. To my left, a lowered head,
the dark hide of a colt
retired early from his race.
Right,
a creased face and suit I dimly recognise.

Before my eyes adjust, I limply
raise my hand —
few fingers outstretched, Christlike. A head bows
in response. He moves
to draw a black slick glass;
a tarred trickle, foam-topped like stormed wave.

The first.
A swash against my lip, my mouth
a vacant cove.
Bitter, it gathers in the pit of my tongue
— my pleasure,
I swallow half in one surge.
evolove Sep 2021
Turn the "M" sideways.

Marshal Mathers
Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Manson
Matthew McConaughey
Meghan Markle
Mac Miller
Melissa McCarthy
Mads Mikkelsen
Mandy Moore
Max Minghella
Malcom McDowell
                            
M.J                 (M) 13+(J) 10 = 23 (two threes) 33

Michael Jordan
Michael Jackson
Michael Johnson
Magic Johnson
**** Jagger
Marc Jacobs
Milla Jovovich
Montel Jordan

C.C               (C) 3+(C) 3 =  (Two Threes)

Chevy Chase
Cindy Crawford
Chelsea Clinton
Courtney ***
Chris Cornel
Christopher Columbus
Charlie Chaplin
Camila Cabello
Chris Cuomo
Chuck Connors

B.C or C.B               (B) 2+(C) 3 = (Two Threes)

Bill Clinton
Bill Cosby
Bradley Cooper
Benedict Cumberbatch
Billy Crystal
Ben Carson
Chadwick Boseman
Christian Bale
Chris Brown
Charles Bronson
Chris Benoit

                           Companies Hiding Evil Numbers

BBC=223   Skull and bones 322 (biblical)  just Google 322 bible. They are trying to become God's.  Eat from the tree of life and live forever.  What do you think that means?
WWE Flip the letters around and you get 333. For 33.3
CNN logo is CW for 33 (C)3 + (W) flipped is a 3
F.O.X in the hebrew alphabet is 666
Hopefully you get what I'm saying...
Robin Carretti May 2018
How come you
dance so_ good
Don't do a Tina Turner
Table dance on me
Whats love got to do
with fads
Never know what you
had_

Fads Like P-op-Sugar
Lads Like Laptop- sister
Austrian lads
Alice-y Mads

A spoon full
of sugar
helps her
meds go
down
Jewels 4 Julie in the
most delightful
way
Dogs named
Andrews those
honey cashews

She pops
crackle Rice
crispies
For her Nephews
Over-sugared curfew
Julia Roberts her
business flew
Perk up (Pretty Women)
Not!! first class?
Money VIP Pass
Cafe hot and
boiling
His temper bad
habits spoiling

You cannot buy
a girl
off with
((Pricetags))
The ending
with no
friends so sad
Beginning

Sugar is your
poison that depends

No, I love you
Valentine cards
No hello and regards
Go Cincinnati
Rock and Roll
Hall of Fane*
Fads **** and Jane
spots her men
Her engraved
hands classical
Vivaldi opera
Pops with Pavarotti
To the love wall
Sweet Sardi
Please  no
Godfather Gotti

The Godmother
tutti fruity

Or Sardinia
Miami Beach
Pop  bikini's
Come together
words Beatles
I want to hold your
_?

Talking heads
Caramelly popcorn
Christmas ghost past
Talking to herself
Will this love
ever last
Like a hard toffee
She could soften
any hallway

Harvard Men
Freshman
Chewing fad
of spearmint
Gum
No etiquette
Men of bourbon
Spicy sweets
Ladies festive
turbans
Hotel tons of sweets
At the Marriott
Sweet Brandy doll
Marionette

Raw or
Angel equal
brown sugar

The finest of crepe
Suzette like a sequel
All fads of sweets and never is it my time to rock my beat Please Pop some sugar my way
Bluejay Nov 2014
Snowflakes are dancing in the wind
its been a month since you did the deed.
I thought forever your voice was all I'd need,
but then you went and killed yourself.

I went for a walk to clear my head
but the voices came and their message
I could not even dream to do nor defy,
they told me go to your grave and see you're dead.

Onward, I trekked into the blinding snow,
to the tomb covered and laced in flowers.
Yes, I tried to retreat however the voices have powers,
those powers that make a person go insane.

All of a sudden there was a flash of lightning,
a gust of wind that nipped at my very soul,
then rain began descending, calling my name as it did
I looked up and an old couple was down the way, fighting.

"I took my life cause I stole yours!"
The old man said watching as the girl bled,
"No! You listened to their lies and claimed me dead!"
She called noticing the tears welling in his eyes.

"Mads, what was I supposed to do?
It had been four days since you were awake!"
He protested with fire in his eyes, passion in his heart,
"I always said I'd die for you, cause I love you!"

She shook her head, bit her lip, and screamed,
"Wait! You should have waited on me!
Then if I was really dead, you'd be able to see!"
Away she tried to run, but he grabbed her arm.

A moment later they were sharing a passionate kiss,

"Who cares how we once lived? We're together now,"
he smiled as he held her hands in his,
"Let's love and spend death in eternal happiness."

"I was so young and you just left me alone,
so innocent in a world so cold. How could you
even pretend I'd know what the hell to do?"
Her shameful voice cried, realizing now, why he died.

With another flash of lightning covering the sky
the couple was gone and I noticed it was us.
I saw why you left me and that I really am insane,
I dropped to my knees, called your name, and said goodbye.

Thank you for making me happy,
thanks for breaking me too.
Why is it always
the days when I miss you the most
that I return to find you
in the foulest of mads?
(I try to fix it,
Because of course I do,
Until I remember all the power songs
Telling me not to bother.)
This is how I learned to be alone.

— The End —