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I read about death and violence

I proof read,
and top up
and eject
and print
and scan
and hand in
and sometimes I get full marks.

Mark.
Marks
Marks on the body.
Mark my words.
(Mark my work.)
Karl ******* Marx
The communist who launched a thousand memes.

My oh my.

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The necropolitical is like a funnel
a filter,
a sieve.
Like baking,
only you didn't forget to put the oven on
and people are inside the oven and so are you.

It's not like with the toaster
when ur mum tells u to scrap the black crumbs into the drain.

It's not like you can unburn the burnt.
Oh and the skin grafts?
There's a waiting list for that.
The waiting list?
There's a form for you to get on that.
The forms?
You need to print them out.
The printer?
OUT OF ORDER.
Buy your own.
OUT OF STOCK.
Your bank balance?
FUNDS INSUFFICIENT.
Your bank?
Sorry you have reached us out of outside of our operating hours.

Outside
Outside of our
Outside of our operating
of our operating hours
operating hours
and hours
and hours
and hours
Thanks for holding! A representative will be with you shortly...

[Dave Dobbyn music continues playing through the phone]
university and study link and banks and institutionalised violence are all ******* ridiculous and need to stop
DCgirl Sep 2017
Ta-targaryen
Ta-ta-targaryen
Jonnnn the Targaryen                        
Cute but a wimp                        
His sisters Sansa and Arry                      
Are the Lady and the Chimp                        
His Mom and Dad were King and Queen of the land of Westeros                        
They were killed by Robert Barry
and now Cersei is the bosssss
For those who don't know what this is, please Google the theme song to Dave the Barbarian (cartoon from the 2000s) and sing along!
I sang/messaged this to my friends (IN CAPS) last year when Jon's parentage was confirmed.. felt like sharing it here just because!
Ma Cherie Jun 2017
"If enlightenment
is what you wish to attain
you must give away happy
an replace it with pain"

Ma Cherie © 2017
It is true- but still. Ugh Buddhist studies just reflection
NURUL AMALIA Jun 2017
Still on process
Struggling for progress
For a dream that I desire
Which I deliberately wrote on my dreams book
I’m studying in someone else's city
Next year I want to realize it even will
Yeah I will
This is a hope that only He can bring up
I hope to write a thesis like I write a poem
I love it
I could enjoy its processes
then I will actualize another dream
requiEM Mar 2017
Valencia Oranges
A yellow coated dream
Mustard-colored-tiles-are-much-colder-than-they-seem
Swimming in a sweatshirt
Watery-eyed and rosy cheeked
Music playing faintly
Curiosity is peaked
I imagine waking up
To humidity and cream
In my coffee, jingle my loft key
As I walk my way upstream


Sunglasses tint
All the oranges red
Valencia enters my veins
Rouged and widespread
Alex Hill Mar 2017
Love,
A fickle word for a fickle heart
Dark and light,
Red blood pumps through life
Affections and attractions
Loss and conquests
Beasts in the night prowling for a mate
Primal and unclean, natural and fated
But in this body of flesh and bone
Something beats in this heart different, pure and alone
A kind of love
Bottled up inside of the walls of my soul
Love years and years established,
Loyal, gold, unwavering and cold
That strengthens me and cripples to the bone
Unwitting and unwanting
But how can I not?
Your kindness, your pureness, your gold-
Inspires a love that cannot be told
Companionship that lost its platonicity  
A friendship too close to be friends
Or at least for me,
*****, muddy, loud and imperfect
Basking in the gold light of your smiles and laughter,
Freckles and love, kindness and friendship
Too sweet to taste
For what am I
Afraid alone and trembling
In front of a mirror of all of my worst dreams
I reach for you,
My finger tips almost touch
But slip away just like rest
And there he is, behind me,
Reaching for me in the way I reach for you
I could turn,
Take the easy road
But it’s hard when my heart is planted firmly beneath my feet
I wish you would turn to me,
But it would be out of pity,
Such as it would be if turned to him
He is not bad,
He is kind and honest
But my heart feels not fully for him
I cannot sing him a single sonnet
I cannot give him what isn’t his
For him,
I feel a darker love,
An unsure love
The flame that burns before my face
But you, your love burns,
Miles away,
Pure and bright
Starlight in the far of sky
That I could not reach if I tried
So I will smile,
And let you go,
For of my love
You must never know
But I do not want to lose you
And that is what I’m scared of most
To your other I’ve lost you
To your lover you turn
Have you forgotten me, your friend?
The one who held you, cried with you, encouraged you?
The one who loved you?
The one who loved you first?
The one who loved you so much she thought she was cursed?
Am I gone?
We have but a brief flash in night,
A lightning strike left resounding in sky,
Before we leave here for good,
And must say goodbye.
Please, don’t leave me here right before the finish line
Don’t forget my lonely heart,
Turn
Grab my hand,
Lead me on
And you will never hear this song.
Starlight in the sky,
You never need say goodbye,
But the sun is rising,
And I’m not ready to say goodnight
Hold my hand
I’m scared
I don’t want this to end
It must I know,
But still please promise to always call me friend
And so
I’ll take his hand
Try the dark fire
Let go of dry land
Surrender to the fight
It feels wrong
It isn’t right
But without your stars
I need something to guide me in the night
He says i love you
I think we have different definitions
He loves the idea of me,
My body, my face, my ambition
We push and pull
Like the tide of the water
Dominating and battling
Fighting and challenging our prides to the slaughter
It’s been great fun, but the fun begins to fade
For even the brightest fires
Eventually burn away
And your stars seem so distant
More impossible to reach by the second
Because your stars are already gone,
Burned away millions of years ago,
And now I just bask in the afterglow
Of what once was,
What could have been.
The truths, the lies, the sinless sins
I love you, that I know is true
But what kind of fool am I to fall in love with you.
Neon Robinson Apr 2016
Vertebrate beginnings,
I collate each chordates morphological traits
Striving to understand their profuse, evolutionary attributes.
Memorize the fusion of Latin and Greek roots
Interwoven just enough to complicate
Instead of differentiate inarticulate invertebrates.
Inhibitions confine to an educational institution
Discombobulated and ready to *******
graduate.
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