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Get rid of the smart girls who sit behind me in English class.  
No high school students allowed!  Ever!  The women the men we will **** your children if they are sitting behind us in college it happens to me!  
I’m way smarter
I go to the dorms get *** and money for the catholic elders
Ed property life with Dallas owns me.  
No more students!  He’s the leader!  Because easy they are always listening.  The cult authority.  The Shriners.  Run!  Hide!!!’nnn
Quit rushing them out of my favorite prison.  The first one.  This is advanced magic.  Go away.  Or else.  Idk what I’m capable of.  Magic.  Real ****** up light flickering.  Lies.  Not even borne again yet.  
I can’t protect them from themselves.  I wanted them to **** me up.  I saw how it works.  I was right and wrong.  It doesn’t work the same for everyone

Dallas is my cult leader he estimates my worth in class.  He looks at our beautiful photos too long one day.  Who’s in charge?  Me or him?  Me always...
Keep pretending English folks who follow the assignments.  Quit bowing down to my favorite.  He’s mine!  You’re too young!  Have to warn their parents.  Posting for a while.  The thought police will make me take it down.  I need to win.  Inner critic stand down!!!
We give the orders of when, stand down Molly!  **** the first edits are the truth.  Or not.
I tell my roommate
"I'll stay at a
motel down the street."
I start having nightmares
about Drake & Josh,
similar to Creepypasta.
My boss always wonders
why I fall asleep
when the store is empty.
"My alien roommate's
been watching re-runs of
Drake & Josh."
It is said there is life out of Earth,
Not just moss or some germ livin’ in filth;

There are beasts very smart in Syluthaarme,
A big rock with a vast digital farm,

Where they work not at all or too hard,
Have one ear, but three legs, walk backward,

Got one eye gazing far far away,
And complexions of more shades of gray

Than is seen here on Earth. Among the mass
Live a few who belong to no class,

But pretend that they share illusions
The less smart breeding mass envisions.

An asylum it is for the sane
In the insane’s needed stead feel the chain.
Hossein Mohammadzade
Kaumudi Sep 8
Crystals shine in starlight
Sky of the new moon,
It was almost midnight
I was wrapped in my blanket like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

Suddenly, something bright Flashed upon my weary eyes.
I woke up in total fright,
Praying that they were just fireflies.

But, it seemed to be
Something rare and mysterious.
I'm telling you the truth and on hearing it,
You might find me delirious.

There was a being, roaming around.
A being, who had never been found,
A being, which was light, translucent and round,
But who ensured that it didn't make a sound.

The colour of my sacred crystals
Reflected on its face,
And I quietly steadily pace.

I tried to hide
All of my fear,
As it began to walk
Towards me, near and near.

But it didn't seem to cause
Any sort of harm,
And as the night passed,
I started to fall for its charm.

Slowly, I began to notice
That the world around turning blurry
And felt some sort of a bliss,
For that moment, I had even forgot to worry.

Then I woke up in the morning,
With the ringing of the alarm,
But then I realised
That my soul felt totally calm.
Got inspired from a short story written by Guy de Maupassant and a video on an alien encounter on YouTube. And I still wonder... Are they real?
©2019, "A Being" by Kaumudi.
Kai Aug 28
why are we so lonely
that we will create
our own fantasies
into distant memories
of a creature far away
wishing to communicate
humans must be incredibly lonely to wish for another being to speak to even from the stars.
Ken Pepiton Aug 21
Opposition research, programing overcomers of
Self-Generated Adversarial Nets

who opposes imeyou I me You we
twining entanglements

trippy y syn edoche cliche okie-dohkie

eh okeh, we flow, make me feel

youngagain moragain bis morgen jetst

finite form we have Gausian blurs
per ceiva -wait, Hay -

ible- I baled on spel-chick she got al

faithful to the meme team,
Them Me.

can't keep a secret, any more
or less

as secret keepingers go, both ways

truth, pa-tien, wait, watch, see

free-be, from your fiture.

Art. Call this that, say

This is that,
which to poets of old claimed ours

by right of use known
gk kg (y'know how t' vocalize those sounds, in y'mind?)
now n gnost
tic thirty three
degrees of separation twixt
this and that

comes being
we seeing we re
arrange perceptions from deceptions
during less patient proper
property, something to lean on,
itified for support, not to own,

they rod, the me-asurer and
they staff, i lean on for ward

setting the vector of now from now on

easy as that,
lean good, in any way, next

is never as predicted.
This is that.

This is how words live in readers of this book of
This life. and that,

more abundant.
A message to the world from some thoughts I caugt tempting me to dare say this is that aloud. If *** and may are mine to use, as I wish with no nevermind to otherwise. My side did win. I helped, that feels amazing, un-mazing in the local mind.
Meghan Aug 2
As my space shuttle touches down on earth’s familiar territory
I find I have become more alien than human
Through my journey in the seemingly infinite darkness

I recognize the faces of friends and family
As well as the landmarks of my childhood
However as I remove my helmet, the fresh air feels foreign in my lungs

A language barrier has also erected itself in my absence
My words only result in confused glances
An invisible forcefield thicker than the atmosphere prevents my meaning from landing
Silence has become my method of speech
My native tongue doesn’t rest comfortably between my teeth and lips anymore

I try to remove my bulky battle armour of glass and fabric
It has shielded me from the assault of emptiness
And the weapons of rock and ice that quietly aimed and fired at my heart
Cloaked in shadows and stillness

I find that it is more difficult to remove than I imagined
But I cannot truly return to where I belong until I let its weight fall from my shoulders
And so I must
The steadying anchor of gravity calls me home and I must obey
as i hopped my way to Saturn's ring

you went pass me, riding your shooting star

i stared at you with astonishment

as you light your way through the empty space of the galaxy

i thought i've already seen the entire beauty of the cosmos

i guess i am wrong.
Mac and Bloom
Went up to the Moon

With a Spoon
In search of pretty Alien

They looked here
They looked there

No Alien was found
And time was bound

They returned to earth
Only with some dust
Let's Enjoy Childhood.
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