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ryn  Dec 2015
The Great Fall
ryn Dec 2015
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•up the
wall... he wou-
ld climb every  night
again and again... • every
time he did, to the bottom he
would fall•fortunately aid came
quickly to where  he had lain... • on
handsome horses, sat  men moustach-
ed and tall  •   overhead the moon cried
sullen and grim•oh why  does he always par-
take in such foolish endeavour?
•the men hurr-
ied back on thundering  hooves to save him
•he laid motionless  awaiting to be put toge-
ther•"we're the same,  both ellipses, she and i"
•same words he would repeatedly mutter
"to be closer to her I will always try•only
then she would know that forever
i'll be falling for her"


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Jenny Gordon Apr 2017
Wonder which of my favourite kites I am?



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCLV)


Read antique sonnets, yet don't hear them, frail
As voicing David Grey oer coffee thence
Is, lost to western beaches' surf from hence
And which I almost listen to in pale
Excuse, while Illinois' blue skies detail
These moors and wasted prairies winds pass whence
I canna say oer, whispers in a sense
Where Or'gon's ist? tore up auld trees to scale.
Our houses wink to golden light as twere,
Whiles Andrew's feel the hurr'cane damage to
Effect.  Suppose I don't know what I stir
In asking, he swears I shan't know 'til through
What ist? the ache's root we unearth in tour:
All.  And I love each minute lost to you.

09Apr17a
Kites, I think I've forever loved to lose me to the skies.
Zack Murray Apr 2011
i'll type this in all lowercase so it looks like i'm deep, like i'm some sort of hipster

is there anything i can really say that hasn't been said before? there have been billions before me and there will be billions after me, the chance that my words are not exactly repeated is very small.

i dunno if karma is just simply taking its course but i feel as if two years ago was a mistake. i mean i learned a lot from it and did a bit of soul searching, but was the cost worth the effect? i don't wanna hear any of this "hurr get over it you need to clear your conscious" because that's a ***** thing to say and you have no idea

last year was kinda **** as well, it was definitely the upswing, if i were to make a graph out of the quality of life through the grades. kinda ruined friendships and secured new ones, and the ones i ended were definitely the right ones to get rid of

a very good quote from rammstein goes "can you see me? can you feel me? can you hear me? i don't understand you all". basically unless you know me, am me, feel me, hear me, see me, you don't even know

also, the whole "don't judge people" thing is *******. if you're not supposed to judge someone on their personality or their physical appearance, what's left? you can't NOT judge people, that's dumb as hell. you can't look at a prisoner in jail with multiple tattoos and a history of murdering people in jail and not say "oh that man's probably dangerous"

basically i feel like i'm the only smart and mature one in a sea of ****

thanks for reading my ******* in a sea of ****
Daniel Magner  Nov 2012
Ghosties
Daniel Magner Nov 2012
Do we got ghosties
up in hurr?
© Daniel Magner 2012
Listen to the crazy wisdom
With space age victims
In replace of lazer vision
We got lazy kids and
Pension problems.
Immigration feds hurr
And slave ships. Like a pez dispenser
Meds in dressers
Oxycontin popping
should be said never
When **** is best pleasure.
Best med ever....
Clever
is the military budget list
If nobody endeavors
to **** with this
Forever are we stuck up kids.
Better love for destructive ****
Than settle money on lunches
For some hungry kids.
Mamas brunch. And like some eggs
To soft
I be running this...

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