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mae Nov 27
He used me like a tool.
A hammer to slam,
And when his nail was in,
I was once again another tool in his toolbox.
Until he had a second nail to put in
and took me out to begin.
Gordon Chai Oct 25
you got a new idea
you want to start a new project
what's holding you back?

you have all the resources you need
you don't know how to use it
what's the point?

you need to learn your tools
you need to know the potentials of it
the more you know, the better you will get
I was told today
by a troll
I've been hacked
and compromised

I was told today
by this troll
pay up or there'll
be a surprise

I was told get
me some bitcoins
you're at the mercy
of our wishes and commands

Get a couple dozen
or we'll release
everything to everyone
pay heed to our demands

They're clueless ****** fools
I've no secrets in email
just another trollish tool
used against a woman, or a man

I casually hit delete
emptied all the trash
the hacker with no clue
a troll from somewhere in Sudan
Serious, got an email telling it was gonna release all my secrets and **** to loved ones and friends, they had hacked my puter and had taken control of  my webcam LOL, what a weak pathetic extortion attempt *******.

September 16th 2018 1:34 pm

The war started between the illegible instructions and chunks of wood. I decided to enlist, well, more like volunteered. I arrived at the camp today and met a few loose screws. They don’t have time to train us, we are being shipped out as I write this in my journal.
I hope to *** I survive this thing so I can see her face at the end. She will be ecstatic to see me alive, I know she has her doubts. We can not let the engrish win.

September 16th 2018 3:17 pm

We have arrived to our camp. It’s a pigsty. Styrofoam specks cover the yard like snow and cardboard chunks are blown to bits just over the trenches. No time to settle in. Just enough to down a cup of dirt coffee before we charge in. It’s been storming all day, everything is covered in mud.

September 16th 2018 3:56 pm

Stage one has been complete. We have a wall up. This should help stabilize anything that comes after us. It was no easy task and we have been told this was the easiest part.

September 16th 2018 4:32 pm

The foundation has been completed. There were casualties. Henry, a brave man, lost a hand and had to be evacuated. We can hold them back if our aim is true. I hope there are angels watching above.

September 16th 2018 4:33 pm

There are no angels watching, only devils in the disguise of pictures with the number on the wrong side and the finished side flipped around. The foundation had to come down. Back at square one.

September 16th 2018 5:56 pm

The foundation has been rebuilt. Correctly, I hope. More men have been lost. I know this is dark, but one had a flask on his body that hasn’t been emptied. It is now emptied.

September 16th 2018 6:29 pm

The wheels have finally been installed. We are now mobile! Thank ***. We can now trek over anything that gets in our way. It’s still pouring rain. I wish I could find another flask.

September 16th 2018 6:53 pm

Hooks and roll and top have all been fitted and examined over. We may have done something right for once. There’s hope that we will win this thing after all.

September 16th 2018 8:48 pm

We stumbled onto a cache of cold ones. We lost sight of our goal for a while. We are back on track marching forward.

September 16th 2018 9:17 pm

The last wooden peg has been hammered in, the last ***** has been ******* and locked. This is it, it’s finally over. We won!

September 16th 2018 9:18 pm

“It’s about time” was my only reward.

It’s ok, I came out stronger than what I was. I have scars I can tell my kids about. The blisters from using hand tools and the knowledge on how to decipher Chinese disguised as English. Useful talents I’m sure.

September 16th 2018 9:20 pm

Finishing off that cache.
Today I put together a cabinet island.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 24
The tools that created you
are capable of destroying you.
Working on the Gala free-verse! ^-^
Lyn ***
Justus Aug 20
I’ve always found it odd when people avoid eye contact
What exactly is it that they are hiding?
Or is it fear?
The all-consuming Mr. Walker going around breaking through windows and damning souls!
There are numerous platforms for people to interact with one another
But somewhere down the line the connection was lost, forgotten
I sometimes wonder how our species will continue to flourish
The young men of tomorrow
will rather rub one out to a hologram e-**** on their iPhone XXVI than pursue a ripe Jenny up the street
Her organs must be aching to be rearranged
The poor *******
Yeah, sometimes I wonder
Then I swipe right
                   Left            and
I’m going to find someone in my area to get my **** wet
A troll is a troll is a troll
pain is their guidance their goal
no heart and really no soul

A troll is a troll, is a troll

Trolling for trolls is a sport
they've no ***** or need for a court
sparring with slow sad retorts

A troll is trolling, for sport

A troll is a troll, is a troll
that's just how they slither and roll
mind and heart with large holes

A troll, is a troll, is a troll

No pity that I can surrender
on this simple poetry ******
never I'll be, a defender

A troll, is a troll
is a troll
There are peeps here that have had constant harassment for years, it's deplorable and sick IMO D:
Jeff Gaines May 3
If you should decide to collect people as tools,
for your own purpose … or just for fun …
you have to be wary … lest you will find,
you've garnered every type under the sun.

Some do their job.
Some come with a crew.
Some come completely broken and …
some will be working you.

Some work perfectly,
tasking without a peep.
Some bring grief and headaches
with no morals or standards to keep.

Some come with outstretched arms
and some with outstretched hands …
Either may be disarming veils of deception.

You may never notice though,
as your focus upon yourself
keenly clouds your perception.

The next thing you know …
they have ruined your goal.
If particularly cruel …
even damaged your soul.

With smiles and hugs,
just like yours … seemingly right from the heart …
they can steal your coins and your wishes …
and they'll do it right from the start.

And just as you swapped them out for newer,
more useful tools …
Some will see through you and disappear …
so as not to be used as fools.

As time goes on, there's a lesson to be learned …
and yet some never grasp it, it seems …
These tools, in your toolbox aren't tools at all …
They are people … with lives and hopes and dreams …
just like you.
Be careful!
Meg Howell Mar 21
The toils of my hands,
The marks of my work,
I’m meant to find pleasure in these

Solomon’s words,
Gentle and stern,
Have genuinly provoked me
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