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There are many things that I want to say but I CAN'T. This is the best way how my heart can express itself. / Poetry, the most beautiful way If now words and feelings are bond.
"God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." But what if God did? What if I showed you the lost book in that cramped hand some call Moses', right to left (you read Hebrew, right?), the Book of Steve? Stefan, if you're Orthodox. Esteban if you also worship the ****** of Guadalupe, but never mind those dark madonnas. The Book of Steve: it's much like the rest of the Pentateuch, you'll recognize the style, except that it was before Genesis 1 when Steve became a living soul. A lively, friendly soul: when those animals came questing, Steve was thrilled. He scratched their ears as he named them, puled their ticks, asked them what they thought they should be called. So he was scratching and chatting, naming away, when up came Adam (Yahweh had been practicing men). *"Hey, dude." "Hey, Adam. You think this looks like a crocodile?" "I dunno. More like a fox?"* They had a few beers (Yahweh's work of the day), named five kinds of ants: Steve got carpenter, leaf-cutter, sugar; Adam took fire and soldier. Probably they made love, probably a lot (the world Was young then), but the Book of Steve is demure; Moses, or someone, drew the curtain of discretion. When the curtain comes up, the snake Still has brief feet, but Adam is changing the names To better ones, and Steve’s not there. It seems There were complaints. Stave talked to much, always on About feelings, food, the slant of the light; sometimes he wanted to be on top; he took the remkote, and didn’t give it back when Adam glare. And his chest wasn’t nearly enough like a pillow. It ws all too much. The end of the book is torn out; there are marks of fire. No one knows who defiled the Book of Ssteve, But in some stories it is said that Eden has other quadrants And that Steve is in one of them. Stevek and the snakes with feet, and other people Who missed the next book: the roc preening its iridescent plumes, The unicorn lipping apples, the manticore haveint a dustabth. They say that somewhere among the leaves of western Eden was found a helpmeet for Steve, who was not fruitful, who did not multiply, who had no dominion over the earth.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
"The Book of Steve" by Catherine Carter
"God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." But what if God did? What if I showed you the lost book in that cramped hand some call Moses', right to left (you read Hebrew, right?), the Book of Steve? Stefan, if you're Orthodox. Esteban if you also worship the ****** of Guadalupe, but never mind those dark madonnas. The Book of Steve: it's much like the rest of the Pentateuch, you'll recognize the style, except that it was before Genesis 1 when Steve became a living soul. A lively, friendly soul: when those animals came questing, Steve was thrilled. He scratched their ears as he named them, puled their ticks, asked them what they thought they should be called. So he was scratching and chatting, naming away, when up came Adam (Yahweh had been practicing men). *"Hey, dude." "Hey, Adam. You think this looks like a crocodile?" "I dunno. More like a fox?"* They had a few beers (Yahweh's work of the day), named five kinds of ants: Steve got carpenter, leaf-cutter, sugar; Adam took fire and soldier. Probably they made love, probably a lot (the world Was young then), but the Book of Steve is demure; Moses, or someone, drew the curtain of discretion. When the curtain comes up, the snake Still has brief feet, but Adam is changing the names To better ones, and Steve’s not there. It seems There were complaints. Stave talked to much, always on About feelings, food, the slant of the light; sometimes he wanted to be on top; he took the remkote, and didn’t give it back when Adam glare. And his chest wasn’t nearly enough like a pillow. It ws all too much. The end of the book is torn out; there are marks of fire. No one knows who defiled the Book of Ssteve, But in some stories it is said that Eden has other quadrants And that Steve is in one of them. Stevek and the snakes with feet, and other people Who missed the next book: the roc preening its iridescent plumes, The unicorn lipping apples, the manticore haveint a dustabth. They say that somewhere among the leaves of western Eden was found a helpmeet for Steve, who was not fruitful, who did not multiply, who had no dominion over the earth.
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ! ! ! What is your purpose to **** hundreds daily even worst, thousands You killed them because our beliefs didn't coincided, huh!?! Shame on YOU because of you my family is gone!! my little siblings are gone There was nothing left but just shatered pieces of my life. You said that your mission was "World Peace" And of course, every single blindfolded idiot believed you. I don't know how long will it take for you to get rid off us. I guess that you are an embarrassment for your God, or whoever you workship. Remember this words:*While I'm still alive, I will hunt you down as you did to my whole family. With my hands I'll make justice. Until then I will die knowing that my family will Rest In Peace.* Until then
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
What Is Wrong With YOU
Roses are red Violets are red that tree looks red my face looks red!! Shoot!! Everyting looks red!!! -Cyclops(Member of the X-Men)
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
*RED*
Laying on my bed, tired of fight another day I want to rest, sleep. I close my eyes I find myself in a beautiful place At the peak of a mountain Where the sky is at dawn And the wind softly blowing through my hair Carrying with itself the most pretty cherry blossom leaves I've never seen seem dancing with the soft wind's blow Marveled, I stay I've ever seen such a place on earth I feel the light heat of the sun but the wind makes me shriver from its cold blow I across my arms trying to make myself a little warm From the distance You came I am atonished, thinking I'm seeing an angel Towards me slowly you walk I saw your face your hair, golden brown dancing with the wind your eyes pierced through mine leaving my soul naked at your sight your lips so smooth, like made of silk and light pink, soft reddish My heart is beating faster with every step you take towards me within only inches apart Our faces meet You opened your arms and take me closer to you Your arms so strong and delicate at the same time I lean my head on your chest I feel safe Then you move your head Your lips rosin my ear you said "
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
Boy of My Dreams
I blame you, yeah that's true I blame you for making me fall in love with you It was since ther first day The first sight of your presence It was like a dazzling light you came above everyone else Your hair shone like pure gold and your hazel eyes got me trapped Now, I can't get out But I don't want to You, the one that's makes me shake when close I blame you I hate you, because I'm in love with you
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
I Blame You