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eb Nov 2015
You are poetry to hold,
as bright as the moon above,
with every drip, a drop
until it sinks in...love.
you don't have *enough
Dr Strange Jun 2015
Let's get controversial
They say being gay is wrong
TIME OUT!
Who is they and what is wrong with being gay
Does not gay mean happy
so "they" are basically saying a man/woman cant be happy
That it is a sin to pursue the goals that brings them joy in life
And before you even say it is in the bible that God hates gay
For starters the bible wasn't written by God, it was written people who thought the Earth was flat
Then let's not get the fact that we don't even know if this person we call "God" exist  
So even if he did write it why blindly follow the words of being who wont even show his face
"because I have faith"
No, its 's called being naive and stupid
I'm sorry did I offend you
Well that is how the homosexual feel 24/7
With all the persecution they are forced to withstand simply because of they way their minds think
That is not morally right and makes me sick to my stomach to know that people actually think this way
That people actually stomp these individuals through the ground because they are not like us
What kind of **** is that?
It is as if we were never taught to enjoy life
As if it's not a beautiful thing
Often forgetting that we're not all the same
That we all think and enjoy different things
So stop the hate against the gays
And just live your life keeping yourself in check
Dr Strange Jul 2016
World.
I have an important annoucement to make
An announcement that will leave many of you stunned
I just can't hold it in anymore
It rampages in my heart and soul
Like a never before seen angry beast
So here I go
I...am a nerd
There I said it
It's out now so let it be known
And for now on it will shown
The result of me being bored at 2am
Victoria Reese Jan 2010
We stepped onto the platform in a mild november,
The air was refreshing and
Smooth,
Laughter filled flirtations together,
Looking at the countdown,
Waiting for that journey.
Then it arrived, stepped on in unison,
We knew where the stops might come,
We at yet didn't know the final destination
But as long as our bodies were alligned on this
carriage we felt no care in the world,
We didn't need to bother to read the health and safety.
Constantly we listened to the destination being repeated
and we ourselves began to recite it
We hung close, but before I could reach over to kiss you..
BANG!
A sudden stop,
A call to a station not on the schedule.
I shifted a seat away to look out the window,
I read the station sign, watched out to the scenery.
Familiar it was, but I didn't expect it on this trip.
How strange?
Minutes we did wait, both anxious, but only a few metres apart
did our bodies make and then it continued.....

We thought this journey might go along smoother,
how many more other unplanned stops could it make?
The driver can't be drunk,
The weather is only good.
This was neither peak time, nor was the carriage empty.
But alas,
More waits occured, more silences,
My legs jolted in anticipation, frustration,
so did yours,
but you never let go of my hand.
Then it continued.

But I am anxious still, scared a little,
I hate the unknown,
You felt my nerves, and you tried to calm me.
I just looked at the other passengers,
so quiet and still,
And I felt like nobody was understanding me, not even
you.
BANG.
You let go of my hand.

Darkness was approaching,
Ourselves hidden in blackness,
I could still hear your breath,
You could still hear my heart beating,
I could still hear the motions of the engine,
but without clear vision, clear mind,
Alone did we both feel,
Your began to see no one else quaking,
And fell into dismay.
You moved into another seat staring
aimlessly out at the darkness...

Annoucement - train back on track.
An obstruction on the line.
Phew!
I wiped my brow, and looked over.
Still you sat there in the dimness.
We then both knew despite what we have just founded,
This journey would be delayed,
And the dark blue would still be with us for a while.

Yet I reach over,
Clasp your hand,
Kiss your lips,
I am still here,
for though it is delayed

This is not a journey's end.
Knowledge this.  The broken speech you think a *****'s ***** is deep? **** with me. These prayers are simple we pledge no equal while they gain wrinkles we live as immortals as equal with no annoucement  just non verbal gestures as confirmation I found SATAN. My sun tan is the vibration.     It's obvious I attract the opposite

Knowledge this.

I **** Symbolic poetic prophets!

How does the color Orange correlate to french politics?  

It's simple yo, I'm the child of the ancient indigo.

High temperatures when using these components, when you're not focused,  It creates the notion of psychosis , all as the "incoherent too transparent."

It's not like something is going change **** my name I DIE BRAVE AS THEY DIE SLAVES
Whenever I write I escape time,
then create my reality these scrapes of physicality challenge me  I THREW A SNOW BALL FULL OF **** AT MALORIE.  
                                                      ­           MY Terrible writing forced It's way out to HIDE in the realm of TERRIBLE RHYMES  now tell me can you distinguish any differences with YOU're eye?

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