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Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Puppet

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Puppet

I am a puppet,
Here are my strings.
This one's for my mouth,
And this one's for my wings.

You can make me fly,
Fly,
O so high, in the sky,
Till I die.

You are in control,
Just the way you like it I'm sure.
Making me do tricks,
Getting all of your sick kicks.

You stand above me,
With your fidgeting fingers.
Making me dance around,
To your favorite singers.

Make me jump,
Make me fly,
Make me happy,
Make me cry,
Make me crazy,
Make me high,
Control where I look,
With my eyes.

I do your biding,
Like it or not.
I'm addicted to your control,
Like some are to ***.

I feel like,
It'll be this way till I die.
Yet you drop some scissors,
What are you trying to imply?

But now I found the scissors,
And you know what I'm going to do?

Snip,
Snip,
Cut,
Cut,
And,
TADA.

I'M FREE FROM YOU.

Although,
I didn't really think this through...

Because before I knew,
It I fell to the floor.
Like an overdosed,
Ritalin *****.

Lifelessly alone laying,
On the ground.
The only thing I hear,
Is your fake laughing sound.

So there I lay limb over limb,
Not knowing where to go.
Then to my dismay,
You mange to cause me even more woe.

For beside me,
A new puppet takes my place.
And your once gentle hand,
Comes down on me, and I am erased.

Now I think,
I miss your strings.
And all of your,
Cute little things.

I might have been a puppet,
But I loved my master.
Until she got bored,
And caused this disaster.

I loved a disaster,
Which was my master.
But what should I know?

I am just a puppet.

A puppet is no good without it's strings.

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Perfect Life Ruins

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Perfect Life Ruins

I had a perfect life for a time,
It was so great.

Until it all got crushed,
During a simple mall date.

We were sitting in the food court,
Making our plans for the week.

When all a sudden a smell filled my nose,
With that familiar wreak.

I looked to the right,
And saw your twisted face.

I knew I had to get out of there,
I needed to make some space.

I ran to bathroom,
Leaving my babe alone.

That was my biggest mistake,
For now I have no home.

When I got into the bathroom,
I started to wash my hands.

I used this time,
To make up some plans.

When I walked out,
I did my good luck pose.

I drew my imaginary gun,
And shot myself not my foes.

For I had a bad feeling,
Which I knew would be true.

Is it possible that,
I am no longer loved by you?

That dreadful creature,
Will get what she deserves.

But you my dear,
I hope I didn't get on your nerves.

It won't again,
Please give me some trust.

She is a woman of my past,
A seven month old dead lust.

We can fix my wrong.
I mean come on,
I've been fixing yours all along.

One time I messed up...ONE TIME.

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Culture

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Jeremy R Frenette

Culture

It is not the sun that lights my path.
It never will and never has.
And as age slowly cripples me
I realize, without the sun I'll ever be.

In this time of plastic body parts,
A culture with no concept of art,
Lit by the fake and fluorescent suns,
Where the only language heard comes from the mouth
of a gun

I am not alone in this dark and natural dankness.
We are children who grow|and are thankless.
We cannot even dream of open spaces.
The television reflects a bleak reality on our faces.

It's a time of war|the enemy is everyone.
Time has stopped in this world void of sun.
All that's left is the intent to ****.
And our only way out is to simply stand still.

Written as I worked at Subway..

Sep 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Day One Of Madness

Sep 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Day One Of Madness

Jesus jizzes holy juices,
That you people gently rub upon your faces.

Liers lie to protect that which they deny,
To the lavished living people.

Why won't the sun set,
On this selfish age of *****?

I'm tired of these try-hards taking over,
My rightful territory.

Come hold my hand,
As we hoist our way to Heaven.

We'll need to step on some somebodies,
To sleep with the silver lining.

All I need is the native nature,
Of the not so naive heart.

Can anyone help me heal,
These horde cuts from hell?

Let's all do the calm camel,
And claim the dunes of the cautious for our country.

A country we all call America,
The anticlimactic antagonist that aims for anarchists.

Words will always be that way,
Of the world's wary warriors of peace, protection, and self worth.

And with that I say,
So long.

The first day out of four...well I think so.

Sep 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Parasite

Sep 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Parasite

You,
Are a,
Parasite.

*******,
My blood,
All day and night.

But,
I like the distance between us,
Tight.

The thought,
Of ripping you off,
Causes me great fright.

When,
I look at you,
My parasite.

I,
Cannot believe,
There is anything more beautiful in sight.

For you,
Have my blood,
And replaced it with venom.

And plan to bomb my heart with terrorist.
Go ahead,
Send 'em.

For I know,
That when my heart explodes,
It will be too much for you to bear.

And you will explode,
Into a scarlet blaze,
Knowing that I no longer care.

A relationship shouldn't feel like leech therapy, should it?

Sep 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

(I Can't Believe You're Making Me Hate) You

Sep 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

(I Can't Believe You're Making Me Hate) You

You filled,
My head with false hopes and dreams,
About our future.

You extracted,
Every emotion from me,
You malevolent moocher.

You taught me,
To swim,
Just to see me sink.

You used,
Your infections charm,
to capture me with a wink.

You made,
A hole in my heart,
So I could bleed out.

Why did you,
Feel the need to torture me?
What was that about!?

Is it,
Because I loved you,
Just the way a man should?

Or is it,
Because you'd rather be beaten,
Like your other guy friends would?

With your love you,
Built me a house,
Just so you could burn it down.

So you could hear,
My painful,
Heartbroken sound.

YOU SAID,
THIS WOULDN'T,
HAPPEN THIS TIME!

THE WAY YOU,
ARE KILLING ME INSIDE,
OUGHT TO BE A CRIME!

What ever happened,
To our,
Perfect fairytale?

I tried to stop it,
From breaking but you let it,
Derail.

Is there,
Someone,
New!?

Do you,
Plan to,
**** him over too?

So now what?
It's over?
This is the end?

Us minus you,
Equals,
One lonely me to contend.

Just do me a favor,
And stay out,
Of my life.

If this happens again,
Who knows who,
Will be holding a knife.

So stay away!
And don't show me,
Your face.

My final hope,
Is that you will,
Find me hard to replace.

Three months and four days. Good job babe you beat your record by four days. </3

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

In The Dark

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Marcus Pietrantonio

In The Dark

Come with me,
and we can write a tale.
The tale of a tale.
When I think I see you in the dark,
the dark of the mist,
the mist of the dark.
There, now you and I,
we have written the tale.
Goodbye.

Copyright Marcus Pietrantonio

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

How To Conquer Death

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

How To Conquer Death

People die everyday,
Once they die for their sins they will pay.
Like actors in a play,
They leave the stage at the close of the day.

But what of the actors that stay,
The ones who's hair have turned gray?
The old ship captain forever watching over the bay?
The dog that eternally remains a stray?

What if they had conquered death,
By committing the ultimate theft?
By stealing life to prolong the woe,
Just by eating a fallen crow.

Eat a crow,
And you will know,
How to play the main role,
In your own show.
You will conquer death,
Be better then all the rest!
In fact you'd be the best,
If you just eat the crow.

It gets better I assure you,
You don't even need to make a stew.
Who even knew,
That eating it raw will do?

Just find one on the ground,
In fact find a bunch and make a mound.
Luckily for us crows can be found,
All year round.

You know you want to conquer Death.
Come on you kleptomaniac, commit the theft.
Steal some life to prolong the woe,
Eat the ******* crow.

Eat a crow,
And you will know,
How to play the main role,
In your own show.
You will conquer death,
Be better then all the rest!
In fact you'd be the best,
If you just eat the crow.

Eat a crow,
Eat a crow,
Eat a crow,
Conquer Death and eat a crow.

It worked for me,
It'll work for thee.
I am not as old as can be,
I am almost sixteen.

Haven't died yet,
So does that mean I've conquered Death?
I ate the crow,
How could I have said no?

Eat a crow,
And you will know,
How to play the main role,
In your own show.
You will conquer death,
Be better then all the rest!
In fact you'd be the best,
If you just eat the crow.

Thank you Sara Nicole Gagnon, our conversion on crows inspired me to right this. I still don't get why you are frightened by such an elegant bird.

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Your Sins Are My Wins

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Your Sins Are My Wins

Life is my beer,
And I get drunk everyday.

Happiness is my drug,
And I've been ****** for years.

Music is my greed,
And I'm always hungry for more.

Friendship is my envy,
And I'm envied by all.

Logic is my ego,
And I am as egotistical as they get.

Peace is my wrath,
And with my wrath comes peace.

She is my lust,
And I am forever loved.

Seven Deadly Sins.

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Marching

Aug 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Marching

The boys marched off to war one by one,
They thought that war would be very fun.
Hunting and killing bad guys,
Destroying the ones that plot our demise.
The boys marched off to war, O' war.

The second squad came in two by two,
They heard that the first squad went, "kablew".
Scared a little they marched on,
Spinning their little tiny batons.
The second squad marched off to war, O' war.

Body bags came back three by three,
Blood dripping down to their knees.
Mothers and fathers gather around,
As their children are put in the ground.
We just let them die, for lies.

"Ants go marching one by one."