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celey Jul 2015
why not laugh so loud when you can?
why not drink like you've not only got one kidney, since that is the truth?
why not inhale and exhale toxins like it's an actual hobby, if  it'll give you relief?
why not smile as big and bright as you're feeling?
why not do whatever the heck makes you happy and not give a rat's *** about what anyone has to say about it?
because that's how this society was raised.
we were raised to care about our image.
we were raised to do the things we love,
but always always
not the way we want to.
now we've grown up
to be wrong
to be guilty of pleasure
to be ignorant
judgmental
imbeciles
more so than the other generations
but that's only the bad
there are still the beautiful parts
about us
like how we can be united still
how we're all different
how shameless we can get
and how utterly alive we act
only the ugly part of us
is how sometimes
that's just what it is
an act
Arcassin B Feb 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

If you want real beauty,
You should see the delicant posture,
That is,
Jane,
No flaws of being plain,
Delicious voice like cresants,
I love a girl that knows what she wants,
With no care,
Kisses as sweet,
I know,
That she wouldn't dare,
Young as sin,
Pretty as Monroe,
And ****** as the devils den,
I would love for her to be my Mandy,
So we could live a shameless life,
And I don't want that life to end,
I love me some jane levy.
From the Mandy valentines ep
M Dec 2014
If I had to explain it I'd say my world of words prefers to rhyme.
It likes to speed up, until you catch up,
and then take up your time.
It likes to play games and roll around in the grass like a child;
use its imagination to keep things fresh, tasty, and wild.
My words like to cuss and be rude,
spend days lying on the couch
drunk, shameless, and ****.
They dispise being alphabetized and disrespect being ordered around;
like a high school kid being sensitized,
and in so doing being ostracized,
being pushed out forcefully by the system.
My words have rules and they love to resist them.
Often turning into words of insistence and criticism,
my words should be locked up,
but they're usually dressed up
in something they're not,
put in a strait jacket and forgotten in a prison because they've been caught.
People think I need to watch what I say but I'd rather not.
I want my words to stay in your head for days till they're the only thoughts
you've got.
MST Dec 2014
So I have a blog I just started, only a few articles are in it but I hope to discuss how things evolve and come to be in society with media, politics and so on... So check it out, feel free to talk ****, comment, joke, etc. Maybe you can see where some of my poems stem from (probably not).
http://dirtymittens.wordpress.com/
Noandy Oct 2014
When the first wind blew
From fire’s sorrow, tangled by chains
The scarlet remains you left put me in sanity
For the sake of bitter gain
And pride-degrading fables
When i wanted you to lie still
After you got the hearts to ruin
For the sake of the lone pendulum
That sways from your very own blood
Your veins are the chains
That bind me down to hell
With the pests of your past
Crawling to grant my shallow wishes
With neither payment nor reward
But your hatred was as much
As the soul you have abandoned
Your revenge was pure
And forest red without cherish
Without no one to welcome you
Nor a home where you can ease
Your weary heart clasped in blade
Dragged by corroding chains
Is injecting me with lethal hatred
Of pain
In admiration
And in my older days should I have known
You were my fragments of haunted joy
Kneeling in festering blades
Until the chains slowly possess and
Rage, in the blue robes of haunted night
Against the spinster spider’s love
Painfully degrading your inability
In knowing that you killed your soul while
Kneeling down in corroding chains
Against the loyal spider’s shame
Maggie Emmett Sep 2014
He weaves slowly between the tables
at Buongiorno's

stooping over each diner's ear
close and intimate as a lover

He asks if they can spare a little
money for his lunch

He's gaunt each cheek shadowed hollow
his skin bleached white as bone

Each vertebrae is marked prominent
Each finger skeltonic thin

Unsocked, in shoes laced with knots of string
leather uppers baked, cracked and crazy creased

His hair is dry-straggle stalks of corn
Eyes hold a stare that fixes fast the lies

He cuts a powerful figure under that cosy awning
though some name him worthless beggar

Fearless of taunts and titles offered from shamemongers
and well-respected-men-about-town

there is no guilt in asking for your basic needs
from the latte-ccino mob who have so much to spare.

© M.L.Emmett
Buongiorno's is an Italian Caffe on the Norwood Parade, Adelaide, South Oz.
Angela Mary Pope Dec 2013
you are no one
darling i'm lost
you are the only one that has my back
and you are no one

I hear the echoes of all the laughter of these times i forgot to enjoy
in every half-step between breath and anxiousness.
I know you will remember that i loved you all until it hurt
and that helps to alleviate the guilt of making it my aim to miss.

I can't help felt, i crash standing up
between the spaces of my grace and shamelessness
I have left up to my haphazard luck
and you are no one

a howl in the night maybe
you are a ghost
that only whispers in my ear
when i've lost all sense of self-control

and i've become no one
you know I know you did it
darling i'm drunk
and i know you know i'll just forget it

because we are no one
Savannah Lee May 2014
I know I was taking YOUR sweet time,
To make sure you were MINE.
But I couldn't find your heart and where it lies.
And trust me I've cried,
More, oceans than the world hides...
But you don't understand, and won't be my man so you divide.
MORE than just RED and BLUE,
My heart in two, yeah it's ******* true!
I can be the fool,
But try to KEEP cool,
Just for YOU to play me like you do.
...
I'm so tired of my own tears because you ain't got no fears,
Of losing me.
Because you know I stick around no matter how many state's are surrounding us,
Or far in between.
BECAUSE all you are is ******* MEAN to me!
And I don't know how to trust.
So I turn into the rust you so easily brush,
Off those cold shoulders.
****, might as well move to Boulder!
WHERE my tears might just smolder, another crowd.
But it's too late, it's ALL over now.
I'm proud, because it got so loud.,
And I just didn't know how,
To LOVE.
So sorry my God is One Love!
SORRY I only wanted to make love,
And that being with you was My enough.
Sorry I forgot I could sing,
And didn't dare open my mouth because of the opinions you'd bring - me.
Sorry to myself and my soul.
I forgot what I was doing, cold and alone.
...
So this is what I get
For being half upset and saying **** the rest.
But forget?!
Niggardly, ya name is basically tatted under my breast.
I don't rest.
Because you're that close to my heart.
I said no to a man who wanted me from the start.
He asked me to marry him, But I wanted you.
And when I left on the plane next month I still wanted you.
And through the lies and deceit I still want you.
But I get so **** distracted I'm just a fool, for you.
You're forever RED and I'm forever BLUE.
Tell me a ******* thing...
Put you in my shoes.
Jasmine smiles Apr 2014
I check for a notification
It's just an observation
But none is there
that makes me want to pull out my hair
So please one little click away
And surely it will make my day.
Isobel Leslie Apr 2014
Shameless.
Caught under your humid flesh.
I watch on as if I don't own my own body anymore,
as if no
really meant yes.
But tomorrow I will have to remind myself,
that this really is
my skin.

— The End —