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I walk in this world not quite a part of it.
I see events around me unfold.
They nether change me or define me.
I muse at their hollowness.
They do not exist on my plane.
But, they are stones to tread on.
I watch as oppression flexes its strength.
I smile to myself
My world, my life.
I exist above oppression and violence.
My mind, my intelligence is free.
Take my land, loved ones, treasures of this world.
They wait for me in the dawn of eternal round.
You have no power over me.
Jeremy Scholz 2005
 Sep 2014 ImaginariumEmporium
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my body,
I cover it in wet socks
I fill my pockets with locks of her hair-
due to being scared that she'll stare at my **** while I ***
and the trees, when they bark at me
I say things carefully
and I prepare to be  taken advantage of.
I'm not a fan of your plans to fill my urethra with mud.
I like blood when it's thick like lipstick, but prefer it loose like diarrhea.
It moves down my legs into puddles on the floor.
I close the door and spread it. I adore the chore.
I fed it to my pets kept in my cardboard box.
A white fox and baby ox, they're used to eating nothing but rocks.
they devoured it
I shower in their ***. It powers me.
You see?
***** stained teeth. The man in the mirror hath no sheath for his blade.
He spares no spades and he lives alone.
He's an equestrian.  He's a ******* equestrian and I spat in his face.
Where are your horses now you disgrace?
Goodbye!
Goodbye?
Why am I not surprised that you despise every lie I have devised behind closed blinds?  
Do you hear me? I cry because I've spent my life dying.
It's a sickness. It's a **** fest  to test the spit that we ingest.
My intestines hang low and heavy, resting on my dresser.
I undress her time after time in my mind when I ******* at night.
She was a shoe-in.
Her name is Gwen and she **** in my sink.
It didn't stink, but it was black like ink.
I left it there for days, much like her hair that stays safe in my pocket.
If I had a gold locket, I would fill it with the glue her eye sockets produce in the mornings.
I'm warning you.   I am as crazy as you think I am not,
and if I find you, I'll abuse you till your family doesn't recognize you
Because that's what I do.
If you're feeling confused don't assume that I am used to it.
Don't assume anything.
Don't assume that I am watching you
Don't assume  that I'm watching you
I would never watch someone like you
You're a freak and you disserve me
I don't disserve you
You're a peach and I am nothing but a fly trying to reach into your meat to plant my seed
You need it though. Don't you get it?
I'd die before I'd let you leave my basement and become some *****
You will follow orders, or I will carve them into your skin with a small metal pin
you will listen, oh mother of my kin.
God would have me betray you
God would have me slay you for your sins
I am only man. What would the Gods say of me?
I try to be right, but **** the light.
I'd be a fool not to fight it.
I might as well control my own destiny
and pick at my own festering wounds metaphorically speaking.
I'm tired of teaching myself lessons and of being a pest to the men around me.
I don't owe you anything
You owe me your skin and bone
I own you, you snake.
I can see you want only to bite me
I despise you and your kind.
Racist folk. blind to the world.
shallow girls with ***** toys they stole from their parents.
Apparently you need me to take care of you.
I'll tie you to me, and me to my car as I drive it into the lake
I drown in reality to float in a dream
Sometimes You gotta let it all out   #diarrhea
7:14 PM //
Will you marry me?

                                                                                             7:38 PM //
        Yes. Not today though, it would be dark by the time we got home.

2:30 PM //
Marry me

                                                                                            2:35 PM //
                                                                                                     One day

6:50 PM //
Marry me

                                                                                            6:50 PM //
                                                                             I can't today, but I will

2:14 PM //
Will you marry me

                                                                                           2:16 PM //
                                                                  Yes. It's too hot today though

2:17 PM //
I got a bag of cheetos I've been trying to finish for like 3 days can we get married when I'm done with the bag

                                                                                           2:20 PM //
                                                                                         I guess we'll see

6:27 PM //
Will you marry me
                                                                                           6:28 PM //
                                      I'm not dressed well enough but yes, eventually

6:29 PM //
I'd marry you in pajamas and you'd still be absolutely stunning

                                                                                           6:30 PM //
                                                                                             You're lovely

11:42 PM //
Lets get married
                                                                                          11:43 PM //
                                                        If you insist. It's kind of late though

11:43 PM //
It's daytime somewhere

                                                  
                                                         tn
A week or so ago, I started collecting screenshots of when my girlfriend asks me to marry her, which is literally once a day. So this is what I have.
Melancholy lullabies.
New expression in your eyes.
Sad and lonely,
Soft and lovely-
Somehow at the same time.

Comforting as acid rain,
You can see me feel your pain.
Hush now love, put those away.
Find your strength it's here to stay.

Melancholy lullabies.
Now you cut off all your ties.
Skipping meals like they were stones.
Hearing madness in your tone.

Finding hope in new-found ways.
Smiling while you feel the pain.
Words so soft you cannot hear.
Chin up darling, I am here.
This probably isn't near done, I'll add to it when inspiration strikes.
let me be her
that girl;
the one you have to block from your newsfeed because even the sight of me; even the thought that I still walk around unfazed burns your skin
I wanna be that girl that you see walking on Queen West and think:
“that will be the girl I starve myself for”
I strive to be that girl who tears out all your organs and pickles them in jars,
your kidneys and spleen and gall bladder –
and shelves them on display for all to see
“these are all the hearts I’ve stolen
are you sure you want to climb into my bed?”
I am that girl whose shampoo you buy and sniff in between gulps of Jameson
I am the girl whose grin makes your bones shatter
I am the girl whose eyes make your whole body dissolve into a river,
and then you’re swept away by my laughter
finally I’ll get to be the one who ruins all your favourite places for you
I’ll be the one who makes you put barriers up, guards and gates around your heart to prevent its inevitable breakage
I’ll get to be that girl who makes you weep at the thought of anyone else loving you
I will be her
that is my goal
I don’t want to be that girl who extends her pinky and then her hand and then her arm and then is thrown forward into your arms and is held by no one when you leave
I can’t be that girl who spins tales of you and me and my cousin’s wedding or you and me, doing the lap dance from Death Proof for you, or you and me smiling for a picture in front of an aquarium with the hashtag #thisguy
I am no longer that girl who becomes a ghost when you don’t say a word to me
I am not that girl who tells you how cute you are and how ******* smiley I am when I see you
I am not that girl who gets left
no,
this time:
I get to disappear
I get to walk away and leave you for an Asian guy (girl)
I get to unfollow you on Instagram because looking at pictures of you at the ocean makes me feel guilty
I get to be pretend that I am unharmed;
that I lit the fire but I’m not becoming ashes
I get to have people tell me they want to take me out for coffee, or sit by the water, or hold my hand at that ******* aquarium
I’m that girl now –
her:
the one your fear most
because I am
a caterpillar,
a peacock,
a fox,
and you are the forest floor,
and the desert sand,
and the thinnest branch,
and I will walk all over
and break you.
The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
Dedicated to all women out there with an amazing mind and a beautiful soul. We are the gift of nature, soft enough to touch the core of others and strong enough to protect that and those important to us. I love you all. Believe in yourself and the world will believe in your power.

I'm honored to have it as the daily poem.
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