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eve 7d
i want to run away from here,
i’m unwanted and viewed as eternal emptiness.
i knew it in my heart that I should’ve never cared,
Because the reason for our fall always ends here.
For thinking you were the one,
For once,
I am wrong.
Overthinking too much,
I assume where we went lost.
Took too long to reply,
My heart is shriveled up and dead, and I can no longer move along.
Just a look in your eyes,
Brings memories to my mind,
I love you so much.
I wish that I could remove the flaws hidden behind us,
A trail of unrequited love.
From afar, I see that your footprints cross my heart,
Too much to bear, I sit and stare at the clock.
Too numb to feel something that felt so real,
Maybe you weren’t the one to heal,
You were just a temporary deal,
Just like everyone else.
I could’ve been yours,
Our perspectives are too **** drawn,
Can’t you see?
We’re falling apart,
pretending to be something we’re not.
We’re nothing at all, I understand...
I wish that we could’ve lasted forever,
Instead, you abused the pact and treated me as whenever,
Oh, I just wanted you all to myself.
Reassurance and security,
Both things that met when I was with you.
Call me a selfish girl,
A cruel fool,
But my emotions will inevitably choose you.
I will miss you my dear,
But, you were the cause of our downfall.
Running away from my problems again,
goodbye my friend.
Robin Lemmen Feb 4
I always trust the wrong person
With remnants of my heart
Giving away parts of me
They think they want
But reality is messy
Fantasies write better on paper
And fights are only romantic in movies
I am an **** crier
A malicious fighter
An incredibly complicated version of normal
I whisper to myself to make me feel special
Life is nothing like they will tell you
Because it's incomparable to anyone else's
I don't know where I belong
I have seen many a place
But home is a concept to me, estranged
I am young but sometimes the world
Makes me feel so old, soul heavy
I wish I knew
How to turn anxious thoughts into
Precious gold for I would surely
Be the richest of them all
Melochany moods sipping ice coffee
In my underwear tapping along
To my favorite album
I find solitude in music
I find peace in unexpected places
But stray from comfort found in strangers
Help me, is all I know to ask
But when offered I refuse
I am the biggst burden of all, to myself
Night all along was
A monologue of lights,
On prowling darkness!
Emmanuella Jan 23
"Hello, little Little shoulder,
Haven't you cried a bucket of tears over the years?
Or was it?
Was it all just yesterday?"
Because it very well could be.

~~A little melancholy question for her shoulder~~
Hadiy Syakir Jan 20
I do not want to live
in fear anymore
I do not want to live
without desire anymore
I want to move to
a city where I know nobody
where I will have
a movie marathon alone
where I will have
a dinner at my own convenient
where I will have
the entire space to my own
where I will talk
to myself in front of the mirror
where I will suffer
alone from my crooked back
I am pretty sure it ia
more meaningful than
to be greeted by
thoughtful strangers
to be harrassed by
vengeful neighbours.

sometimes, knowing that
you are loved from afar
will make you want to fish
for the sun from the star.
James Khan Jan 18
"Hey. Are you giving to the Yemen charity? There's a UK nationalist appeal for the refugees from the conflict."

"Yemen? You mean that bit on the edge of the Red Sea, yeah?"

"Wow. I'm impressed. I thought you failed Geography at school. I did so you must have, too. Considering..."

"Yeah. Well, it was boring as ****. All I remember from Geography class is ******* oxbow lakes and irrigation. That's something for your ****, innit? Pipes and that..."

"I don't think Ethiopian farmers shove pipes up their arses to grow crops..."

"But they do use ****, innit? Same as here. We grow like... potatoes and carrots in ****. You know that, right?"

"What...? Just stop. I haven't got time. I'm collecting for the Yemen appeal. Are you giving?"

"No chance, bro."

"What?! Why not? You've got a ******* heart, haven't you? Imagine if it were your kids, your grandmother starving to death..."

"I'll tell you why, bro. This t'ing in the Yemen, this war...religious is it?"

"What war isn't religious"

"Actually most of them, bro. Religion might be a flag to wave but it ain't the reason for war. There's always something hiding under the god-cloth, gee. Trust. Might be greed for resources. Might be land border control. Politics, bro then religion. That's war. Even if it looks the other way around."

"Have you been watching David Ike again on YouTube? What did I tell you? Once a racist, always a racist. The man thinks he's the ******* Oracle of Delphi."

"No, man. I don't watch him anymore. He looks like one of the ******* Village of the ****** kids, grown up. And he chats ****. Mainly that, innit."

"Well, anyway. Look. War is bad and any help is good..."

"Is Britain helping?"

"Yes. Of course. This is a UK appeal."

"Then why is it selling Saudi Arabia guns, planes, tanks and bombs to fight the war against Yemen, innit?"

"Umm...well, countries need security, I suppose."

"Nothing to do with Al-Mahra then, no?"

"Where are you getting your information? What is this? I feel like a criminal here!"

"Just asking, bro. That's all. Just wondering why you thought this war t'ing is kicking off? You like politics and that, don't you?"

"The war is because of rebel insurgency from Houti partisans trying to take back land already given to Saudi Arabia in previous agreements and depose governments in line with Shia Islam laws."

"Why don't nobody stop it? Like Iran if its Shia versus Sunni? Or the ******* UN?"

"Are you off your meds? You seem... different today. More paranoid than usual..."

"Thank you, Mister Propaganda. Now can I tell you the real reason, gee?

"Please do. I'm all ears."

"At the ****-end of Yemen is al-Mahra. The Saudis want a transnational oil pipe through to the coast.
Yemen has oil but the pipe is more important, bro. It'll bring in big dollar and ease transport of oil to other countries.
Every country bar Yemen stands to profit from the pipeline. Even Iran. Which is why it does ****-all but denounce the war, innit?
Same as everyone else. They cry wolf, say 'shame on you' and collect money, innit? But under the table, they're selling the guns to hurry up the result and it works two ways for the UK.
Not only do they get rich funding the ******* war but if the Saudis win, Britain will get rich, too. And if the war carries on for all time, they get rich. Its win-win, gee. A bless t'ing."

"..."

"So why would I give money to a country that's backing a war out of greed?
The charity is British, yeah?
So I'm then funding more ******, right?
I'll give money through crowdfunding online, gee. Straight to the people who need it, not through some conscience-money charity ****.
Trust that ****, bro. That ain't David Icke. That's me."

"I never thought..."

"You people never do, bro."

"You people? You have been watching Icke, haven't you!?"

"I mean you conscience-monkeys. People who jump on a good cause because it raises their esteem and public profile.
Something to write on Facebook, innit?"

"You're damaged. I can't take much more of you."

"... Said the wound to the salt, right?"

"..."

"Crowdfunding bro. That's all I'm saying. Hey, you fancy a curry? I'm buying."
James Khan Jan 16
"Good match lastnight, innit? Good moves. Entertaining."

"I don't watch football."

"You don't watch football, bro? You ill or some'ing? Football is life, bro."

"No. Football is a footballer's life. Not yours. That's half the problem right there; thinking you're the same social standing as a professional football player. You're not. You're mediocre at football and can't follow instructions. You'd make a terrible team player."

"Wow. I'm pickin' up some jealousy-vibe, man. Some real passion there. Like how I feel about football, innit?"

"How do you you feel about football . I've got to ask. Already I know the answer so its more a rhetorical question than anything... "

"I love my team, bro. Its about loyalty and supportin' your roots, innit? It's about being part of the community."

"For once you've surprised me. That's quite well-put. It IS about loyalty and supporting your community. Nottingham might be a ****-hole but it's our home, right?"

"No, man. I support Liverpool. They're the dons, bro."

" But you're from Nottinghamshire...."

"Yeah. I know. But Nottingham Forest are ****. I wanna support a team that wins, innit?"

"(... sigh...)"
James Khan Jan 15
"Yo, I gotta joke..."

"I don't want to hear it if its anything like the last one. That was disgusting."

"What? The Ant and Dec joke? Come on, it's not that raw..."

"It's sick. Anything like that... forget it."

"I swear down its a tame one, bro. You'll like it. You ready?"

"Go on. If you must."

"How many Saudi Arabians does it..."

"Stop! Stop right there. ******* forget it. I don't want to know. Jesus, what is it with you? Must every ******* joke ridicule a race or satirise a trauma? Don't you know anything... I don't know; clean, I suppose. Or just less cutting?"

"Alright, alright....knock knock"

"That's more like it. A traditional knock-knock joke. But I've heard the Doctor Who one, okay?"

"Knock knock"

"Okay. Who's there?"

"Allah."

"Umm... Allah-who?"

"Akbar! Boom!"

"You're a ******* cancer, you know that, right? A disease."

"Melonomar"

"Yes. Precisely. You're a melanoma."

"No. Melon Omar. He's Mullah Omar's brother... runs the Afghani fruit and veg shop down the road. Check out his melons, man. They put Katie Price to shame."

"....sigh...."
Before I'm branded a racist it's important to understand the thread of this dialogue. The message here is twofold and either party is right. On one hand, we are in a society now where racist slurs are commonplace words and prejudice forms the basis of humour.
In an ironic twist of skewed ethics, only people of a designated race can insult their own heritage for laughs. Anyone else is a ******* racist, apparently even if they laugh along.

But on the flipside, if things such as racism and terrorism are satirized they lose their fear factor and potency for inspiring hatred. They become lame ethics synonymous with cringe-humour rather than proud badges of intolerant membership.

Still... is it acceptable for black and Middle Eastern comedians to tell n*gger and p*ki jokes? And if so, why can't we all?

It's a two-edged sword.
James Khan Jan 15
"I've been thinking, bro..."

"Oh God, no! Not thinking. Please. Its been a long day. I lost my shoe in dog **** on the way to work, it got... stuck and came off. ******* slip-on's..."

"Laces, dude."

"Yes, well... that was the precursor for a ******* nightmare shift at work. I'm tired, unsociable and definitely not talkative."

"Was it like... that thick glue t'ing or more a log...?"

"What?! Look I'm tired. Alright?! Thank you. Goodnight"

"Bless, bless....how did you clean the shoe, though?"

"I'm not doing this. Goodnight."

"... I mean, you can hop to work if it ain't far but you might get a wet sock. You could find some old chip wrappers or some newspaper..."

"I bought some more. Alright? Now ****** off to sleep."

(chuckle)

"Too posh to wash, gee."

"Right! That's it!"

"Sorry bro, sorry. Come now, it's funny though... you bought new shoes? How?  Was there like a ******* Foot Locker next to the park where that girl got paedophiled by the milkman? You go that way, innit? Actually, was you ever a milkman..."

"You achieve new levels of contempt that never cease to surprise me. You are a disgusting creature. Do you know that?"

"You coulda used some leaves. Horse chestnut is good. Big leaf, lots of area to scrape the..."

"I'm not ******* Bear Grylls! What the **** are you banging on about now? I bought new shoes off... someone. Then I went to work. Now I'm back listening to your survival expertise on faecal misadventure. Just *******! Jesus...!

"Chill, man. Just chill. I'm trying to help you here. Save you money, innit? How much you bill out for the crepes?"

"Do you actually speak English? Do I have to get Google Translate out again...?"

"You're rude, man. It's how I talk. You shouldn't be so brutal about a man's speech, innit?"

"But it's okay to call someone a ****** milkman....?"

"It was a postman anyways. His son owns the mobile phone shop in the town. That weird one that sells ******* tropical fish too."

"Why are we having this discussion again?"

"How much for..."

"Thirty quid. Satisfied?"

"Seen....what shop was it? Boots?"

"You're ******* aren't you? I don't know why I allow myself to get dragged into this. I feel like yesterday's ******* laundry. And you're the tumble dryer, you *******. Do you not sleep?"

"Okay. But where..."

"Jesus H! I got them off a ******* ***** ******-up behind the YMCA. He was a right **** and demanded fifteen quid. Per shoe. Seriously! Then he wanted cigarettes and a chat about life on the road."

"That's good of him though. That's an act of kindness...."

"No, he was ******* himself laughing while I ranted about over the lost shoe. Then he called me over. He talked me into it, the old ***."

"Let's see them then?"

"You can't. I threw them in the bin. They smelled of ****."

"Why not just buy the one shoe with number one on it..."

"You mean ***** ****?"

"Yeah and the other one's got number two on it. You got one, two buckle my shoe. Plus I heard the smell of **** cancels out ****. Like in maths when you do fractions and that..."

"What school did you attend again?"

"Duuh. Your school. Anyway you shouldn't call 'em tramps, man. They're just called homeless people now."

"What have we learned so far, eh? You've kept me up to ridicule me about my shoes. You've extracted the crude embarrassment of my squeamish dislike for dog ****. You've highlighted the importance of not bartering with... homeless people prior to smelling the goods. Why?"

"I dunno. I wasn't even thinking about that. It was something else..."

"What? What was it? How to turn ***** into custard? Why fleas don't get AIDS? What type of cabbage leaf best absorbs breast milk? What was it, eh?"

"Umm... nah, nothing. Forget it. Goodnight, bro."

"No, no, no. You can't just do that... you know it ****** me off. What were you thinking. I demand to know. Tell me!"
James Khan Jan 15
"He-ey!"

(sigh) "Hey"

"FGM!"

"What? What did you say? I thought you.."

"FGM, bro. Loving it too much!"

"Are you actually ******* sick in the head? Do you know the suffering those people endure...? Have you any conceivable idea about what happens to them?"

"Yeah. They get married. People have a party. It's great. God loves it now!"

"I... I can't actually... I can't do this. This is too much. Even for you. You're a sick **** and you're going to suffer for it, I swear to holy Christ..."

"Woah, woah. Back up Torquemada...are you some kind of... you know... homophobe?"

"What the...?! How ******* dare you you accuse me of prejudice when you'd see a child mutilated and then praise its suffering! You sanctimonious...!"

"Dude you are ******* ******-tunes! How is *** marriage a ritual sacrifice?"

"What?! You said you'd have a ******* party! You just said that."

"Yeah. Who wouldn't celebrate a wedding. What are you, a ******* Trappist or a latent homosexual?"

"Uh?"

"FGM. First *** Marriage! Right?! Jesus, you're slow as effery, man."

"Well...you can't say those letters. You...you need a bigger acronym."

"Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies... Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain...
for we've received orders for to sail for old England..."

"You also need locking up."
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