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Why do they call me stupid, when I'm so much more smarter than them Why do they stare at my face, like I'm a prize to be won Why can't I buy a big t-shirt? It only says 'i do what i want' And what do you mean that you got me, A stupid new acne cream Apparently it's smells like Sunshine What the hell is that supposed to mean? Have you ever caught the eye Of someone 20 years older staring at you? Have you ever been told You got what you deserved? And I know it's the same for both of us But it didn't seem that way... When that guy told me I couldn't do it Just because I'm a different way And it's hard to see All these awful things happening To my women To my sister's of the world And do you not understand That I get frustrated When you say 'a hit in the balls' Is worse than giving birth? And what the frick do you mean!? I can do algebra! I can do it better than you! My womanly body can't stop me From being smarter, you fool! And when you say 'im going to go and walk home now' I envy that you feel safe... I envy you feel at home while I'm walking home at night I record a video The red dot blinking Because I'm just a young young girl Who grew up old and mean And when I see those women The ones your kind has hurt I feel a deep hot red anger I feel like I'm gonna burst Because it isn't fair, it isn't true How am I not The exact same as you?!

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC

I'm just as good, maybe better

Why do they call me stupid, when I'm so much more smarter than them Why do they stare at my face, like I'm a prize to be won Why can't I buy a big t-shirt? It only says 'i do what i want' And what do you mean that you got me, A stupid new acne cream Apparently it's smells like Sunshine What the hell is that supposed to mean? Have you ever caught the eye Of someone 20 years older staring at you? Have you ever been told You got what you deserved? And I know it's the same for both of us But it didn't seem that way... When that guy told me I couldn't do it Just because I'm a different way And it's hard to see All these awful things happening To my women To my sister's of the world And do you not understand That I get frustrated When you say 'a hit in the balls' Is worse than giving birth? And what the frick do you mean!? I can do algebra! I can do it better than you! My womanly body can't stop me From being smarter, you fool! And when you say 'im going to go and walk home now' I envy that you feel safe... I envy you feel at home while I'm walking home at night I record a video The red dot blinking Because I'm just a young young girl Who grew up old and mean And when I see those women The ones your kind has hurt I feel a deep hot red anger I feel like I'm gonna burst Because it isn't fair, it isn't true How am I not The exact same as you?!

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A man said to The Universe: "Ma'am, I exist!" "However," replied The Universe, "That fact has not created in Me A sense of obligation." So the man told The Universe, "Oh, the point, you've missed!" "Oh? Tell Me," chuckled The Universe, "What, that I cannot, do you now see? Go back, boy, to your station." The man rebuked The Universe; "Oh God, please desist!" "Stop what, boy?" decried The Universe, "Wherefore should I follow your decree? Tame this ego-inflation!" Then The Man struck The Universe! "Oh God, taste My fist! I am no slave to The Universe; You are My God; I created Thee! I resist subjugation!" To The Man said The Universe: "My heart, You have kissed!" So The Man forgave The Universe, Who cried, "Now I know the path to be Mutual obligation!" And so The Man calmed down, and shook God's hand; "We are equals; I'm glad You understand."

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Feb 24

Feb 24, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC

A Man said to The Universe

A man said to The Universe: "Ma'am, I exist!" "However," replied The Universe, "That fact has not created in Me A sense of obligation." So the man told The Universe, "Oh, the point, you've missed!" "Oh? Tell Me," chuckled The Universe, "What, that I cannot, do you now see? Go back, boy, to your station." The man rebuked The Universe; "Oh God, please desist!" "Stop what, boy?" decried The Universe, "Wherefore should I follow your decree? Tame this ego-inflation!" Then The Man struck The Universe! "Oh God, taste My fist! I am no slave to The Universe; You are My God; I created Thee! I resist subjugation!" To The Man said The Universe: "My heart, You have kissed!" So The Man forgave The Universe, Who cried, "Now I know the path to be Mutual obligation!" And so The Man calmed down, and shook God's hand; "We are equals; I'm glad You understand."

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the idea that anyone is better is sweeter than lead acetate it starts with one and that's you me or what's above your taint and just to play at comradery we pick sides based on what's above our taint feigning acceptance with insufferable opinions like men always cheat and women always cheat oh that sounds the same are we all cheating on coming up with our own idea? how bout people almost always cheat on something if it's not on their partner it's in their business or their biology or in a game of dice and for everything a man does a woman does it too and for everything a woman does a man does it too and that is life and when you know the whole story it's not so easy maybe that's simple enough to stick to i don't get women right and the only woman that has ever gotten me right is my wife but even she get's it wrong because it takes time to know anything especially a person i know what helps us and most relationships is dropping popular opinion if every opinion is like an ******* and we're all shouting the same opinions then we are all ********

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Nov 18, 2025

Nov 18, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC

the idea that anyone is better is sweeter than lead acetate it starts with one and that's you me or what's above your taint and just to play at comradery we pick sides based on what's above our taint feigning acceptance with insufferable opinions like men always cheat and women always cheat oh that sounds the same are we all cheating on coming up with our own idea? how bout people almost always cheat on something if it's not on their partner it's in their business or their biology or in a game of dice and for everything a man does a woman does it too and for everything a woman does a man does it too and that is life and when you know the whole story it's not so easy maybe that's simple enough to stick to i don't get women right and the only woman that has ever gotten me right is my wife but even she get's it wrong because it takes time to know anything especially a person i know what helps us and most relationships is dropping popular opinion if every opinion is like an ******* and we're all shouting the same opinions then we are all ********

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(A Psychological-Mystical Trilogy) --- I. Echo Chamber of the Heart You wanted a man unshaken— but trembled when he spoke of pain. You said, “Be open, honest, real,” then flinched when storms had names. You asked for depth, for empathy, but only from the shore; you loved the thought of drowning him— then cursed him when he swore. There’s a pattern carved in silence, a therapy of blame: you cut him just to see him bleed, then called his wounds “the same.” He hides beneath composure now, learned quiet from your rage; each word he speaks is filtered clean, his truth locked in a cage. And yet, in secret corners, you envy what he hides— the part of him still burning that your cold could not disguise. You test him with rejection, to prove he’ll crawl back home; then scorn the proof of loyalty for weakness you’ve outgrown. You say you want connection, but crave control instead— a mirror built from histories you’ve never truly read. And he, too, plays the prisoner, addicted to the ache— mistaking chains for tenderness, and anger for awake. So round and round the circle spins, each heart rehearsing scars; love reduced to feedback loops, and truth to avatars. No tyrant rules this madness, no gender wears the crown— just fear in mirrored faces, refusing to come down. --- II. Unbinding the Mirror The silence came like winter light, unsoftened, bare, and true— the kind that burns through filters, that asks, “What still is you?” He found his voice beneath the ash, not loud, but strangely clear; it spoke of wanting wholeness, not worship, nor of fear. And she, too, felt the trembling— a hollow where control once lay; for love, when stripped of power, had nothing left to say. They faced each other naked then, of roles, of games, of lore; two fractured halves of empathy, each aching to restore. He said, “I was not made to win, nor you, to kneel or reign. We both were made to witness the beauty inside pain.” She said, “I learned to harden because I feared the fall— but the armor I was gifted was a coffin, after all.” They saw how both were taught to fight by wounds that never healed, how love was turned to battleground, how truth was never real. Forgiveness grew like moss does— slow, soft, and out of sight, turning ruins into shelter and darkness into light. And though they’ll stumble still sometimes, and mirrors will remain, the glass reflects less battle now, and more of what’s humane. No gender left superior, no ego left to lead— just two souls tending gardens in the soil of their need. The war dissolves in stillness. The heart relearns its art: not dominance nor victory— but union through the heart. --- III. The Reunion of the Halves There came a dawn without a side— no his, no hers, no name; the sky itself exhaled relief, as light and shadow came. The sun no longer conquered night, nor moon deceived the day; they danced instead, in equal spin, and time forgot decay. Within each heart, the halves awoke, long parted by the war: the strength that moves, the grace that yields, the seed and what it bore. The masculine laid down his sword, the feminine her throne; for both had been but armor for the fear of being known. And all the gods that ruled before— of rage, of pride, of blame— grew quiet as the human soul remembered whence it came. The world, once carved by dominance, now softened into trust; the battlefields grew gardens, the iron turned to dust. The children born of this new peace spoke not of “mine” or “yours,” for love, when freed from hierarchy, needs no hidden wars. And those who still sought power’s edge found mirrors at the gate— their faces split in shadow-light, their hunger met by fate. For no one can ascend through hate, nor heal through being right; only through surrender’s truth does blindness meet the sight. The serpent and the dove entwined, the mother kissed the flame; the world exhaled in union’s breath— and balance spoke its name. --- Epilogue: And so the tide began to turn— not by conquest, nor decree, but by hearts unlearning empire, and remembering how to see.

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Oct 31, 2025

Oct 31, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC

The Mirror and the Union

(A Psychological-Mystical Trilogy) --- I. Echo Chamber of the Heart You wanted a man unshaken— but trembled when he spoke of pain. You said, “Be open, honest, real,” then flinched when storms had names. You asked for depth, for empathy, but only from the shore; you loved the thought of drowning him— then cursed him when he swore. There’s a pattern carved in silence, a therapy of blame: you cut him just to see him bleed, then called his wounds “the same.” He hides beneath composure now, learned quiet from your rage; each word he speaks is filtered clean, his truth locked in a cage. And yet, in secret corners, you envy what he hides— the part of him still burning that your cold could not disguise. You test him with rejection, to prove he’ll crawl back home; then scorn the proof of loyalty for weakness you’ve outgrown. You say you want connection, but crave control instead— a mirror built from histories you’ve never truly read. And he, too, plays the prisoner, addicted to the ache— mistaking chains for tenderness, and anger for awake. So round and round the circle spins, each heart rehearsing scars; love reduced to feedback loops, and truth to avatars. No tyrant rules this madness, no gender wears the crown— just fear in mirrored faces, refusing to come down. --- II. Unbinding the Mirror The silence came like winter light, unsoftened, bare, and true— the kind that burns through filters, that asks, “What still is you?” He found his voice beneath the ash, not loud, but strangely clear; it spoke of wanting wholeness, not worship, nor of fear. And she, too, felt the trembling— a hollow where control once lay; for love, when stripped of power, had nothing left to say. They faced each other naked then, of roles, of games, of lore; two fractured halves of empathy, each aching to restore. He said, “I was not made to win, nor you, to kneel or reign. We both were made to witness the beauty inside pain.” She said, “I learned to harden because I feared the fall— but the armor I was gifted was a coffin, after all.” They saw how both were taught to fight by wounds that never healed, how love was turned to battleground, how truth was never real. Forgiveness grew like moss does— slow, soft, and out of sight, turning ruins into shelter and darkness into light. And though they’ll stumble still sometimes, and mirrors will remain, the glass reflects less battle now, and more of what’s humane. No gender left superior, no ego left to lead— just two souls tending gardens in the soil of their need. The war dissolves in stillness. The heart relearns its art: not dominance nor victory— but union through the heart. --- III. The Reunion of the Halves There came a dawn without a side— no his, no hers, no name; the sky itself exhaled relief, as light and shadow came. The sun no longer conquered night, nor moon deceived the day; they danced instead, in equal spin, and time forgot decay. Within each heart, the halves awoke, long parted by the war: the strength that moves, the grace that yields, the seed and what it bore. The masculine laid down his sword, the feminine her throne; for both had been but armor for the fear of being known. And all the gods that ruled before— of rage, of pride, of blame— grew quiet as the human soul remembered whence it came. The world, once carved by dominance, now softened into trust; the battlefields grew gardens, the iron turned to dust. The children born of this new peace spoke not of “mine” or “yours,” for love, when freed from hierarchy, needs no hidden wars. And those who still sought power’s edge found mirrors at the gate— their faces split in shadow-light, their hunger met by fate. For no one can ascend through hate, nor heal through being right; only through surrender’s truth does blindness meet the sight. The serpent and the dove entwined, the mother kissed the flame; the world exhaled in union’s breath— and balance spoke its name. --- Epilogue: And so the tide began to turn— not by conquest, nor decree, but by hearts unlearning empire, and remembering how to see.

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~Primus inter pares~ (first among equals) <> the risks the aspirations the trial and erroring of outrageous under appreciation the silence, the unabashed frustration of our inability to right express the exact precision needed to redress the pile of self~unsatisfying drafts that need the evermore honing, whittling curettage of accumulated filing repeated nip and tucking T his! makes us all first amongst equals, we, who throw ourselves again and again, at Henry's urging "once more into the breach" we foot soldiers who but toil alone in grande silence until we satisfy our innermost creativity are all so alike all of ^firsts^ among equals in this grande society of poetry addiction!

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May 31, 2025

May 31, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC

Primus inter pares (first among equals)

~Primus inter pares~ (first among equals) <> the risks the aspirations the trial and erroring of outrageous under appreciation the silence, the unabashed frustration of our inability to right express the exact precision needed to redress the pile of self~unsatisfying drafts that need the evermore honing, whittling curettage of accumulated filing repeated nip and tucking T his! makes us all first amongst equals, we, who throw ourselves again and again, at Henry's urging "once more into the breach" we foot soldiers who but toil alone in grande silence until we satisfy our innermost creativity are all so alike all of ^firsts^ among equals in this grande society of poetry addiction!

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My last 5 quarters of try Buying 2 rolls to pry Into the life that you use Leaving me to walk heating pavements Stalking me back to my tomb Housing your complaint Thousands of famished peasants lies How does an imbecile cry Mercy at the dots Sunshines rotting cost Burns of writing too high Food like a stamp and when Didn't I pay for you Crossing disregard Empty armies arms May I have some food

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC

The Poverty Hi!

My last 5 quarters of try Buying 2 rolls to pry Into the life that you use Leaving me to walk heating pavements Stalking me back to my tomb Housing your complaint Thousands of famished peasants lies How does an imbecile cry Mercy at the dots Sunshines rotting cost Burns of writing too high Food like a stamp and when Didn't I pay for you Crossing disregard Empty armies arms May I have some food

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is this when we start loving ourselves? when will the perfectly curated frames of the most desirable parts of our lives become true? the emphasis of the adored versions of oneself will continue our demise. we strip back the layers of what is actually there, only to find everything we’ve hated of others. the projection of insecurity lay dormant, until the antithesis of yourself appears at your nose. forgive the body you inhabit for you’ve robbed it of cognitive nutrition. is this when we start loving others? we must see others as we come. understanding our differences and loving them just the same. we must rip off the guise of status, as it’s been blinding us since birth. innately capturing every ounce of joy left in our bodies while comparison crashes it’s deafening cymbals. as we are all skin and bone. and bleed when cut. we are all the same. we will forgive others, for treating them as if they were any different from the same dust we came from. for we’ve robbed them of peace. is this when you start loving me? and i to you?

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Jul 14, 2021

Jul 14, 2021 at 12:23 AM UTC

is this when we start loving ourselves?

is this when we start loving ourselves? when will the perfectly curated frames of the most desirable parts of our lives become true? the emphasis of the adored versions of oneself will continue our demise. we strip back the layers of what is actually there, only to find everything we’ve hated of others. the projection of insecurity lay dormant, until the antithesis of yourself appears at your nose. forgive the body you inhabit for you’ve robbed it of cognitive nutrition. is this when we start loving others? we must see others as we come. understanding our differences and loving them just the same. we must rip off the guise of status, as it’s been blinding us since birth. innately capturing every ounce of joy left in our bodies while comparison crashes it’s deafening cymbals. as we are all skin and bone. and bleed when cut. we are all the same. we will forgive others, for treating them as if they were any different from the same dust we came from. for we’ve robbed them of peace. is this when you start loving me? and i to you?

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Look down on fear, not on people. We are all, each other’s equal.

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Aug 7, 2019

Aug 7, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC

Look down on fear, not on people. We are all, each other’s equal.

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The equation between us If ever were coercioned to exist It shall be shared with a binary operation That says 'not equals to'

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Mar 6, 2019

Mar 6, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC

The equation between us If ever were coercioned to exist It shall be shared with a binary operation That says 'not equals to'

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Sin is a real evidence keeper Expose it to your equals Or it will eat you

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC

Sin is a real evidence keeper Expose it to your equals Or it will eat you

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Some people see ages Some see religions Some see skin color But can everyone stop to see people Not ages Not religions Not colors People People who are equal People who have rights Who have family and friends And feelings And souls Can we stop for a second to see that we are all the same People We are all people

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC

imperfectstranger

We are all People

Some people see ages Some see religions Some see skin color But can everyone stop to see people Not ages Not religions Not colors People People who are equal People who have rights Who have family and friends And feelings And souls Can we stop for a second to see that we are all the same People We are all people

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You did not leave like I thought you would Each hard time by my side you've stood Truthfully, I owe you this; An explanation for how it feels when we kiss You were quick to believe I didn't care You were not seeing what was really there I did not fall for some other man You say I gave up one day and ran You do not know how hard it was to let you go Fact is I was no longer helping you grow Doesn't mean I wasn't still haunted by your face I wished daily to feel your embrace The most beautiful longing ever felt Within body control began to melt Stalked by memories of what we were Hidden feelings started to stir Realized I couldn't live that way Without your touch brightening each day Guess that brings me to where we are now Standing before you and I don't know how We arrived at this point but here we are Close yet still so very far Reaching out to grab your hand Hoping we don't waste this one last chance We always argued about who was more amazing I believed it was you, you swore it was me But now I see that perhaps we are equals Two perfect halves truly meant to be

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Nov 20, 2018

Nov 20, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

You did not leave like I thought you would Each hard time by my side you've stood Truthfully, I owe you this; An explanation for how it feels when we kiss You were quick to believe I didn't care You were not seeing what was really there I did not fall for some other man You say I gave up one day and ran You do not know how hard it was to let you go Fact is I was no longer helping you grow Doesn't mean I wasn't still haunted by your face I wished daily to feel your embrace The most beautiful longing ever felt Within body control began to melt Stalked by memories of what we were Hidden feelings started to stir Realized I couldn't live that way Without your touch brightening each day Guess that brings me to where we are now Standing before you and I don't know how We arrived at this point but here we are Close yet still so very far Reaching out to grab your hand Hoping we don't waste this one last chance We always argued about who was more amazing I believed it was you, you swore it was me But now I see that perhaps we are equals Two perfect halves truly meant to be

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i'm a yellow chill a daffodil in the rain thought i found my place kinda heard to explain sip each glass of wine your palette needs a rest taste his cracker's brine along your lips signing documents you can't help hide your grin sweat beading down your brow my nervous penmanship is this what they call peace four hundred dollars an hour the clock says nine past three rounding up minutes they devour caught you dead to rights my son's new step father when he sees your blight harvest grapes turn sour i feel constant dread our son can't cope the truth so far above his head your soulless attribute i'm a daffodil, more like a coward in the rain.

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Nov 14, 2018

Nov 14, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC

troubadour tenso

i'm a yellow chill a daffodil in the rain thought i found my place kinda heard to explain sip each glass of wine your palette needs a rest taste his cracker's brine along your lips signing documents you can't help hide your grin sweat beading down your brow my nervous penmanship is this what they call peace four hundred dollars an hour the clock says nine past three rounding up minutes they devour caught you dead to rights my son's new step father when he sees your blight harvest grapes turn sour i feel constant dread our son can't cope the truth so far above his head your soulless attribute i'm a daffodil, more like a coward in the rain.

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now i can sleep much much better knowing that those red lips he refused to kiss were the same lips that told me to 'fuck off.'

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC

fake_ian--G1100

now i can sleep much much better knowing that those red lips he refused to kiss were the same lips that told me to 'fuck off.'

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Love is a mending of two hearts I am a forest fire, a rickety fan that will never run quite right, a cup of coffee that warms your soul. I burn too bright, but fade too fast. I crave a different tune to which nobody knows. I want, No I need, a steady hum to learn to beat next to, to walk side by side as equals. I want to burn in passion, but I need to breath slowly as we lay in a sheet of knowledge. I want an outreached arm, but I need a mountain of freedom to climb. I want to fit perfectly, but I need to fit as crookedly as bent spoons. Give me strength but don’t take away my essence. Let me be free, but be free with me. Find my heart but only touch it.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC

Roses_and_Coffee

Love is a mending of two hearts I am a forest fire, a rickety fan that will never run quite right, a cup of coffee that warms your soul. I burn too bright, but fade too fast. I crave a different tune to which nobody knows. I want, No I need, a steady hum to learn to beat next to, to walk side by side as equals. I want to burn in passion, but I need to breath slowly as we lay in a sheet of knowledge. I want an outreached arm, but I need a mountain of freedom to climb. I want to fit perfectly, but I need to fit as crookedly as bent spoons. Give me strength but don’t take away my essence. Let me be free, but be free with me. Find my heart but only touch it.

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She scoffed at the words That appeared on the screen How it was ridiculous That people were not allowed to love another being "It's about two people who weren't meant to fall in love, but did." He whispered She froze And turned To see him staring right at her The look in his eyes Soft and sweet Like he was tearing Yet did not want her to see "So... who is your equal?" He asked Before giving her a little kiss And she smiled, gladly receiving it With a mutual understanding

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Jun 13, 2017

Jun 13, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC

angelwithashotgun

She scoffed at the words That appeared on the screen How it was ridiculous That people were not allowed to love another being "It's about two people who weren't meant to fall in love, but did." He whispered She froze And turned To see him staring right at her The look in his eyes Soft and sweet Like he was tearing Yet did not want her to see "So... who is your equal?" He asked Before giving her a little kiss And she smiled, gladly receiving it With a mutual understanding

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i tried to see my muse all i got was a past full of words and a definite feeling that if the blue alien ships do not land on my head the green ones will

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Jul 31, 2016

Jul 31, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC

i tried to see my muse all i got was a past full of words and a definite feeling that if the blue alien ships do not land on my head the green ones will

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Him and her Us and they I and me Might and may Day and night Land and sea Sun and stars Faith and belief Love and war victory and defeat joy and happiness tidy and neat Shoes and hats Frocks and shirts Pants and bottoms Lovers and Flirts Ying and Yang With a little bit in both A world apart But an inch too close You and him Him and me Me and you...... Opposites and Equals

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC

Opposites and Equals

Him and her Us and they I and me Might and may Day and night Land and sea Sun and stars Faith and belief Love and war victory and defeat joy and happiness tidy and neat Shoes and hats Frocks and shirts Pants and bottoms Lovers and Flirts Ying and Yang With a little bit in both A world apart But an inch too close You and him Him and me Me and you...... Opposites and Equals

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Poema Code Switching By Aylin Soto-Aleman, Mercedes Caballero, Jesus Martinez, Marta Silva, Alex Alejandre 16.4.15 El final de una etapa The end, The beginning of a new journey un camino A un mundo extranjero Un deseo, un sueño A dream Haciendo mi propio path un camino rostros nuevos , new failures historias nuevas , new experiences a sequel to my story, con hojas rotas y mojadas INMIGRACION La memoria es un salto entre continentes crossing invisible borders swimming in the rios corriendo debajo del sol La memoria es los abuelitos ancestors cooking arroz y frijoles, flan, driving through for hamburgers, popcorn, sipping on horchata Basilica No todo lo que brilla es oro not all rainbows and butterflies, Clarita y sus cien años Ruben y sus Tacos del Camino Real El rancho Midnight movies Quiero a quien me quiera It’s been a long day, without you my friend Mexicanos al grito de guerra Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light Tepechitlan, Jerecuaro, Guanajuato Long Beach, Argentine, KCK, Chihuahua, A Distance Between Us El puente, the bridge. Three Little Pigs en casa, at home, don't step out marranitos, la llorona te va a llevar Memory is a leap between continents Cruzando fronteras invisibles, Nadando en los rivers Running under the sun Born in different places Pero las mismas intenciones

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC

aylin-soto-aleman

Poema Code Switching By Aylin Soto-Aleman, Mercedes Caballero, Jesus Martinez, Marta Silva, Alex Alejandre 16.4.15 El final de una etapa The end, The beginning of a new journey un camino A un mundo extranjero Un deseo, un sueño A dream Haciendo mi propio path un camino rostros nuevos , new failures historias nuevas , new experiences a sequel to my story, con hojas rotas y mojadas INMIGRACION La memoria es un salto entre continentes crossing invisible borders swimming in the rios corriendo debajo del sol La memoria es los abuelitos ancestors cooking arroz y frijoles, flan, driving through for hamburgers, popcorn, sipping on horchata Basilica No todo lo que brilla es oro not all rainbows and butterflies, Clarita y sus cien años Ruben y sus Tacos del Camino Real El rancho Midnight movies Quiero a quien me quiera It’s been a long day, without you my friend Mexicanos al grito de guerra Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light Tepechitlan, Jerecuaro, Guanajuato Long Beach, Argentine, KCK, Chihuahua, A Distance Between Us El puente, the bridge. Three Little Pigs en casa, at home, don't step out marranitos, la llorona te va a llevar Memory is a leap between continents Cruzando fronteras invisibles, Nadando en los rivers Running under the sun Born in different places Pero las mismas intenciones

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