#maddox - Hello Poetry

I only saw four girls when I came to be, I wish I saw a boy but the only boy was me, A man showed up but not for long, he gave me up cause he was wrong, My mom I love her but she left me to, I need her more than my sisters do, I hear people talk but the worst isn't true, I know my mom loves me and I love her lots too, Sometimes I remember when we smiled and play games, I really need my mom's hugs No hugs are the same, I cannot forget her for her love is the key, God all I pray is one day mommy's with me!

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC

maria-land

Dox

I only saw four girls when I came to be, I wish I saw a boy but the only boy was me, A man showed up but not for long, he gave me up cause he was wrong, My mom I love her but she left me to, I need her more than my sisters do, I hear people talk but the worst isn't true, I know my mom loves me and I love her lots too, Sometimes I remember when we smiled and play games, I really need my mom's hugs No hugs are the same, I cannot forget her for her love is the key, God all I pray is one day mommy's with me!

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Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Mad dog mybe a peaceful chap Reflected on wars that have been fort Mad dog might fight for peace with verbal exchange Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Trumpy too may have changed his spots Don't believe the hype might be his fight Fairness equality trumps mantra Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Billions might be invested in health care for all Trillions donated to shelter all Minions with millions feeding the poor Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Trumpy likes our planet green Investing in alternative technology Changing the climate for the better Good mood music with lashings of hope and maybe fingers crossed Trumpy and his crew Rule fair making America great again

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Jan 14, 2017

Jan 14, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC

ju-clear

Good mood music

Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Mad dog mybe a peaceful chap Reflected on wars that have been fort Mad dog might fight for peace with verbal exchange Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Trumpy too may have changed his spots Don't believe the hype might be his fight Fairness equality trumps mantra Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Billions might be invested in health care for all Trillions donated to shelter all Minions with millions feeding the poor Good mood music is what's needed With lots of hope on the side Trumpy likes our planet green Investing in alternative technology Changing the climate for the better Good mood music with lashings of hope and maybe fingers crossed Trumpy and his crew Rule fair making America great again

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Here's one for all the suicidally depressed people. First of all, if you're thinking about ending it, Please know that I love you, and I really hope you don't I've been there too, and sometimes all it takes is One more day to think before you decide that it Really isn't worth it... BUT: if you've thought long and hard About it, and you decide to follow through: be creative. Don't just say "goodbye cruel world" and swallow a Bottle of sleeping pills, or slit your wrists in The bathtub, so that your landlord finds you A week later after wondering about the smell. Instead, rent an exhibition space in a trendy art district, Hire a PR team, and pour your investments into, A highly publicized event, that will be billed as "The Performance Art Piece of the Century". Don't worry about how you'll afford it, either. You can easily take out several loans from Various banks and payday lenders, Max out your credit card, bounce cheques etc. etc. It's not like you'll ever have to repay them. Once you follow through, you'll default by default! Then, well, that's their problem, huh? Meh, serves those greedy ****** right for Crashing the whole **** global economy every few years, like they seem to like to do. Instead of a suicide note, write a manifesto, Complete with a detailed statement of purpose, Instructions for preserving your work, and An incisive aesthetic critique which decries "The subversion of artistic autonomy by The market society", and the uninspired Throwaway commodity form That art has become as a result. Blame Andy Warhol, people will get it. Then, when the big day comes, and You're surrounded by those pretentious Clove smoking, soy latte sipping, Prius driving, Tofu eating, turtleneck wearing, Soho art district types, Get a gun and put a canvas behind your head, so That when you pull the trigger, it splatters an Aleatoric masterpiece that even ******* would fawn over. Now, for maximal effect, you're gonna wanna use Hollow tips, dum-dums, or buckshot in a sawed-off. If you really wanted to play on the chance operations thing, You could line the cylinder of a revolver with both Full metal slugs and hollow tips, so that there's an Equal chance of the shot creating a controlled burst or wide array splatter, but These are just suggestions, It's your art, you decide This spectacle would make headlines, for sure. Then, instead of being just another statistic, To be neatly lumped into a sheet of numbers, Stuffed into a folder, and quickly forgotten, You'll be remembered for generations to come As that tragic visionary, whose passion was so Uncompromising, and whose artistic integrity, Was so utterly unyielding, that you were Even willing to give your life for it. Now, one last point of contention, to Add a bit of weight to the argument: You remember Thich Quan Duc? He was the monk who set himself Ablaze, during the Vietnam War, In an act of protest. Of course you do. Nobody knew him the day before, Except maybe his fellow monks, but Now his image is immortalized, and Immediately recognizable decades later, as The picture that defined a generation. ...but, Do you remember the man, who was Fed up with his dead end job, and one Day finally decided to end it all? Which one? Who's that? Exactly. Now, perhaps I've made my point. Just a thought...

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC

iliveinyourhead

Extreme Performance Art

Here's one for all the suicidally depressed people. First of all, if you're thinking about ending it, Please know that I love you, and I really hope you don't I've been there too, and sometimes all it takes is One more day to think before you decide that it Really isn't worth it... BUT: if you've thought long and hard About it, and you decide to follow through: be creative. Don't just say "goodbye cruel world" and swallow a Bottle of sleeping pills, or slit your wrists in The bathtub, so that your landlord finds you A week later after wondering about the smell. Instead, rent an exhibition space in a trendy art district, Hire a PR team, and pour your investments into, A highly publicized event, that will be billed as "The Performance Art Piece of the Century". Don't worry about how you'll afford it, either. You can easily take out several loans from Various banks and payday lenders, Max out your credit card, bounce cheques etc. etc. It's not like you'll ever have to repay them. Once you follow through, you'll default by default! Then, well, that's their problem, huh? Meh, serves those greedy ****** right for Crashing the whole **** global economy every few years, like they seem to like to do. Instead of a suicide note, write a manifesto, Complete with a detailed statement of purpose, Instructions for preserving your work, and An incisive aesthetic critique which decries "The subversion of artistic autonomy by The market society", and the uninspired Throwaway commodity form That art has become as a result. Blame Andy Warhol, people will get it. Then, when the big day comes, and You're surrounded by those pretentious Clove smoking, soy latte sipping, Prius driving, Tofu eating, turtleneck wearing, Soho art district types, Get a gun and put a canvas behind your head, so That when you pull the trigger, it splatters an Aleatoric masterpiece that even ******* would fawn over. Now, for maximal effect, you're gonna wanna use Hollow tips, dum-dums, or buckshot in a sawed-off. If you really wanted to play on the chance operations thing, You could line the cylinder of a revolver with both Full metal slugs and hollow tips, so that there's an Equal chance of the shot creating a controlled burst or wide array splatter, but These are just suggestions, It's your art, you decide This spectacle would make headlines, for sure. Then, instead of being just another statistic, To be neatly lumped into a sheet of numbers, Stuffed into a folder, and quickly forgotten, You'll be remembered for generations to come As that tragic visionary, whose passion was so Uncompromising, and whose artistic integrity, Was so utterly unyielding, that you were Even willing to give your life for it. Now, one last point of contention, to Add a bit of weight to the argument: You remember Thich Quan Duc? He was the monk who set himself Ablaze, during the Vietnam War, In an act of protest. Of course you do. Nobody knew him the day before, Except maybe his fellow monks, but Now his image is immortalized, and Immediately recognizable decades later, as The picture that defined a generation. ...but, Do you remember the man, who was Fed up with his dead end job, and one Day finally decided to end it all? Which one? Who's that? Exactly. Now, perhaps I've made my point. Just a thought...

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