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 Jun 2014 Pushing Daisies
Jack
I know that some of us, well many of else have noticed the tiny hemorrhoid who has been festering around HP for a while now. He pops in, leaves his unkind marks on our skin, causing us to scratch and irritate the area. What I am wondering is how many have noticed his poems (for lack of a better term and in an attempt to be somewhat nice) trending with only 1 like?  My friends, they trend because so many people view them…not like them.  That is how it works here at times. Views vs. people following you. He has only a few following him (proof drugs are still running rampant) and it only takes a few views to cause his used toilet paper offerings to trend. This, in my opinion is his goal. He spends his time trying to discourage anyone he comes in contact with so that it will cause us to view his vomited works. (Ok, getting a little uglier). He slaps and then runs, waiting to see what we will do to feed his regurgitated ego, and we follow, accepting his bait.

My suggestion is to completely ignore this hemorrhoid, block him, no reading, no leaving ugly remarks on his work…just make him invisible to you and every one else. Let him write his little crayon projects and post them on his own fridge (because I’m sure his mom won’t even put them on hers). Will he eventually go away?   Probably not, he is so full of himself; he could not live without himself. But, we can go away…not from the site, but from him.

There are people like this everywhere…people who get joy from hurting others, people who sit there with a pen in one hand and something else in the other. (use you imagination)  Ignore this pain; don’t let it get you down. If we all do this then maybe, just maybe he will get the hint…probably not. But maybe the swelling will go down a little.

This is just my opinion and my suggestions.
 Jun 2014 Pushing Daisies
Akemi
I could grow to love
The distance from you
I think I’m most comfortable
In the warmth of your hues

You took the hurt from my fingertips
You lit my heart ablaze

I sometimes care too much to speak
So awkward in defeat
But I’m learning to live again
You are the blossom of better days
10:04am, June 9th 2014

Time doesn't heal wounds. Love does.
You saved my life.
Wake up empty like cans of joy
Left beyond the abating mind
We are veiled as we walk on
And nothing grows but sand grains.

Nothing causing reaching out
And I cling to my lost voice
In optimistic naivete
I listen for echoes in the world about
We may be all specks
In this big old Universe
But we all matter.


Eileen Auger

6/8/14
This story is headed downwards.
Down a spiral, down a staircase.
Backwards.
Trying to walk while hammering
your own toes, aren't you?
Slowly strangling the narrative?
We can see your fingers in the picture.
So you're convinced it was supposed
to be this way? You're ******* it up kid.
Just be honest for a second or lie, lie, lie.
Lie about where you are.
Lie about what you're doing.
Lie about how you feel.
You wish you could just **** it yourself,
but instead you lie and it lives another day.
Where are your new tricks kid?
Where are you taking us next?
Where is the end?
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