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Life is Hard, Weird and Beautiful Smile Or Cry About It But Whatever You Choose God **** You Gotta Feel

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC

Life is Hard, Weird and Beautiful Smile Or Cry About It But Whatever You Choose God **** You Gotta Feel

How ******* banal is this existence? Traversing the canals of this persistence. Never quite knowing The way the wind is blowing If things happen for a reason I’m giving up on believin’ How ******* sane is this world? As bony and frail as the frame of a little girl. Never truly ripe The holly gardens at midnight If things only grow for a season I’m giving up on believin’ How ******* real is reality? Speaking in abstracts like a badge of morality. Never really concise A tickling on your brain like head lice If things only happen for a inexplicable reason I’m giving up on believin’ This contemplation itself is treason.

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC

Givin' Up On Believin'

How ******* banal is this existence? Traversing the canals of this persistence. Never quite knowing The way the wind is blowing If things happen for a reason I’m giving up on believin’ How ******* sane is this world? As bony and frail as the frame of a little girl. Never truly ripe The holly gardens at midnight If things only grow for a season I’m giving up on believin’ How ******* real is reality? Speaking in abstracts like a badge of morality. Never really concise A tickling on your brain like head lice If things only happen for a inexplicable reason I’m giving up on believin’ This contemplation itself is treason.

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC

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What are we as human beings. To continue this charade. Feelings don’t reflect emotion. A constant broken reproduction. Something alien. Stuffing toilet paper in our ears to avoid the sound. Like a radio wave you reach me. Through brick walls and curtain calls. Never believing our names weren’t meant to be blazon in neon. Your voice echoes through canyons. Street lights and passersbys. From dandelion pistols. From candy cane hair. I found you like a fossil. Buried deep in my past. Gasping for air. Breathing resentment. “I think you should go.” “I think you should stay.” Forever.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC

Candy Cane Hair

What are we as human beings. To continue this charade. Feelings don’t reflect emotion. A constant broken reproduction. Something alien. Stuffing toilet paper in our ears to avoid the sound. Like a radio wave you reach me. Through brick walls and curtain calls. Never believing our names weren’t meant to be blazon in neon. Your voice echoes through canyons. Street lights and passersbys. From dandelion pistols. From candy cane hair. I found you like a fossil. Buried deep in my past. Gasping for air. Breathing resentment. “I think you should go.” “I think you should stay.” Forever.

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It’s ******* Veterans Day He said as my teeth turned into shrapnel on the street He had the right to remain violent I had the right to remain silent Men have died for your right to speak How dare you question the military? Dissent squashed with brute force Drone strikes on a straight course Bang Bang! Like the pixels on a Playstation His hands return ****** to the deployment station PTSD on the brain IUD as cremation It’s ******* Veterans Day Pay your respects I’ll collect your debts And turn them into fighter jets You say you support the troops Or do you really support Fox News Or MSNBC What ever you choose It’s information that you lose There’s no glory in ****** No matter what flag you use Who’s this foreign invader your protecting us from? The way I see it, is you’re the invader, son Let’s hold a concert Where the **** is Bruce Springsteen? Let’s have a parade Do people on the streets remind you of anything? Oh yeah, that thing called protest. How we talk about the things we detest. Unless it’s about the troops. Tie yellow ribbons instead. Aren’t you glad Osama’s dead?

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC

IT’S ******* VETERANS DAY!

It’s ******* Veterans Day He said as my teeth turned into shrapnel on the street He had the right to remain violent I had the right to remain silent Men have died for your right to speak How dare you question the military? Dissent squashed with brute force Drone strikes on a straight course Bang Bang! Like the pixels on a Playstation His hands return ****** to the deployment station PTSD on the brain IUD as cremation It’s ******* Veterans Day Pay your respects I’ll collect your debts And turn them into fighter jets You say you support the troops Or do you really support Fox News Or MSNBC What ever you choose It’s information that you lose There’s no glory in ****** No matter what flag you use Who’s this foreign invader your protecting us from? The way I see it, is you’re the invader, son Let’s hold a concert Where the **** is Bruce Springsteen? Let’s have a parade Do people on the streets remind you of anything? Oh yeah, that thing called protest. How we talk about the things we detest. Unless it’s about the troops. Tie yellow ribbons instead. Aren’t you glad Osama’s dead?

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From my experience, women are irrational creatures. Now before you write about this poem in an angry Facebook status, let me continue to put things in flowery prose and you'll forget we even had this conversation. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds that (I want to bone) No ******* clue where I'm going with this.

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC

Women.

From my experience, women are irrational creatures. Now before you write about this poem in an angry Facebook status, let me continue to put things in flowery prose and you'll forget we even had this conversation. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds that (I want to bone) No ******* clue where I'm going with this.

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The theater down the street has the marque stuck in repeat screen spitting images and laugh tracks to distract the audience. Find no pleasure in all of this breeze feels oddly ominous flash bulbs blinded out can't find the time to focus on the vision.

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC

Should Have Known

The theater down the street has the marque stuck in repeat screen spitting images and laugh tracks to distract the audience. Find no pleasure in all of this breeze feels oddly ominous flash bulbs blinded out can't find the time to focus on the vision.

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Their lies are prompted from teleprompters and executed flaw-fully from taxpayer's helicopters. They say we're protecting foreign daughters while filtering profits to desert clad marauders. Blank faced public fear conversing religion and politics while passively electing lunatics with trigger switches. Arm the rebels they bite the hand that feeds the middle east burns while America ******* bleeds. The white, blue and red camo helmets on their heads farm fed frat boys equipped with jackets of lead. We watched Saddam crumble his statue beaten with shoes but the same war we already fought the puppets now will choose. Fight the good fight support the troops. Drone strikes by twilight **** the troops. An Army of one Sempter Fi Do or Die I won't shed a single tear when you come back in a casket covered in a flag you valued more than your life. Our heroes are our welfare stop blaming single mothers plastic bags tied around throats water boarding dissent, it smothers. **** the Medal of Honor I'm tearing up your portrait Obama. How many can benefit from free tuition? But we give it to those trained to slaughter. Our priority is the police state Nazis pretending to tote freedom. We sip our Americanos And retain nothing from the newspaper we are reading. **By Evan Ponter @evanponter**

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC

The Senate Takes A Vote

Their lies are prompted from teleprompters and executed flaw-fully from taxpayer's helicopters. They say we're protecting foreign daughters while filtering profits to desert clad marauders. Blank faced public fear conversing religion and politics while passively electing lunatics with trigger switches. Arm the rebels they bite the hand that feeds the middle east burns while America ******* bleeds. The white, blue and red camo helmets on their heads farm fed frat boys equipped with jackets of lead. We watched Saddam crumble his statue beaten with shoes but the same war we already fought the puppets now will choose. Fight the good fight support the troops. Drone strikes by twilight **** the troops. An Army of one Sempter Fi Do or Die I won't shed a single tear when you come back in a casket covered in a flag you valued more than your life. Our heroes are our welfare stop blaming single mothers plastic bags tied around throats water boarding dissent, it smothers. **** the Medal of Honor I'm tearing up your portrait Obama. How many can benefit from free tuition? But we give it to those trained to slaughter. Our priority is the police state Nazis pretending to tote freedom. We sip our Americanos And retain nothing from the newspaper we are reading. **By Evan Ponter @evanponter**

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you're a vestigial appendage like my appendix you are there but you don't do anything for me you just are, there i wouldn't die without you you're not necessary, necessarily i can't live without you you're a part of me, partially you're so significantly insignificant and essentially unessential we are potentially going to have to end it we have potential — "no" — lets end it i'm so happy i never get to see you i'm so unhappy you called you're like a fantom vibrate i can't believe you actually called we're a vestigial appendage like an internal hemorrhage holding onto what's healthy and alive dig it out like a cancer bury it deep inside

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC

Vestigial Appendage

you're a vestigial appendage like my appendix you are there but you don't do anything for me you just are, there i wouldn't die without you you're not necessary, necessarily i can't live without you you're a part of me, partially you're so significantly insignificant and essentially unessential we are potentially going to have to end it we have potential — "no" — lets end it i'm so happy i never get to see you i'm so unhappy you called you're like a fantom vibrate i can't believe you actually called we're a vestigial appendage like an internal hemorrhage holding onto what's healthy and alive dig it out like a cancer bury it deep inside

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Fast. Matter-less. Moving through the city like photons. She's never there like the stars... muted gracelessly by carcinogenic light pollution. Dark. Empty. Like a landfill where every day it's sunny.

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC

Particle Deceleration

Fast. Matter-less. Moving through the city like photons. She's never there like the stars... muted gracelessly by carcinogenic light pollution. Dark. Empty. Like a landfill where every day it's sunny.

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