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Jade Elon Sep 2013
I don't learn in this class about anything I care about.
I want a story of trust and betrayal,
I want a story of everlasting pain
Hey, yeah you...
How's it going?
**I'll pass you love notes from now on in my best handwriting
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2016
beyond the whiskey
and the beer drank along the familiar
path, with memory stressed
as to no accomplished ego coupling,
drunk indeed,
but rehearsing the familiar path
that thought de-activates
and there's less of identifiers required.*

in terms of gambling,
in familial setting,
betted:

watford (21-20) home to newcastle
(5-2), QPR (6-5) against wolves (9-5 to win),
barnsley v. rochdale (draw at 11-5),
chesterfield v. millwall (to win, 11-8),
oldham v. bury (draw at 21-10),
port vale v. bratford (home-side 8-5),
coventry (13-10) away winning against southend (13-8),
plymouth (11-5) against bristol rovers (evs),
accrington (13-10) against exeter (13-8) too,
manfield (6-5) winning against luton (9-5),
portsmouth drawing with oxford united (21-10),
wycombe with leyton orient (11-5) too,
yeovil beating crawley (13-10),
dundee utd. losing to kilmarnock (11-5) -
scots wish me luck,
motherwell drawing with ross county (19-10),
brochin losing to aidrie (11-10),
montrose winning over clyde (9-5),
hamilton losing to edinburgh's hearts (6-5),
finally...
burnley overcoming derby (13-10).

if i got all nineteen right, i betted 2 quid
and won a million,
split it down the middle with my father,
bet for two quid, quid each, half a million each.
my father is a cautious gambler,
bets spare change to get pennies for a million
exchange, i only desire serious alcoholism,
i am a true scot between the two pulling
two pence apart to create copper wiring,
scots are the jews of the north, after all:
i don't gamble, i play chance,
the chances of me being prophetic about five
football scores will be a, a ref. to the guinness book
of records.

i aimed high today, feminism still hasn't the foggiest
of house husbands, lazy lions,
it's still thursday pay-cheque day for the women,
i can cook a killer korma (added late
grind cashews), and a serial killer kashmiri masala curry,
organic chemistry experiments 12h a week will do that to you,
you'll enjoy cookbooks more than chemistry textbooks,
too many esters i say, spices v. perfumes, your choice
the pakistani in my off-license looked amazed i was wearing
hindu perfumes after having cooked a meal he could
recognise that wasn't a concentrate of strawberries:
find a needle in a haystack, yes... find a berry in a haystack...
no.

i love hindi cuisine, much aroma that deviates from
what europeans claim to be aromatic:
pig sweat and oxen salivate a taste for synthetic
odours when an analysis of cardamon justifies aplenty
likewise: what opens necessary porous areas
of the skin as necessarily sweet
does not necessarily invoke a sweetness for the tongue
to match: fat cows better than anorexia voodoo
of *******-champagne girls i'd tell you.
letitgoghh Jan 2019
me.
I was always a quiet kid. Being in the background, being invisible was something I mastered. I was in the same school for fourteen years. That's fourteen years of being everyone but me.
From buying ****** strings in class 4, spending all my time trying to make those **** things. To joining danceworx in class 6 because everyone who I wanted to befriend went to those. I hated dancing, I just needed something, a topic to strike some kind of conversation. I even took part in things that involved dancing, I wanted to be just like everyone else.
I listened to music everyone else liked, which unfortunately included Taylor Swift. I even watched those cringe worthy teenage movies like Twilight.
Eventually, I had a best friend, throughout class 7 & 8. We were inseparable, we had sleepovers, inside jokes and all that. I was ecstatic to say the least. Right before class nine begun, we outgrew each other. It wasn't anyone's fault. Friends fall apart. But, it was then I begun blaming myself for everything. Always thought it was me who messed up. When class 9 started, after the first set of tests, my parents thought it was a good idea for me to drop maths and science and take up economics and evs instead. To be honest, it made my life so much easier but at the same time, I always questioned myself. "If they can do maths and science, why can't I?".
"What's wrong with me?"
It was also in class 9, when I got my first boyfriend, albeit we broke up in the span of a few days, he soon became my best friend. I went through this weird emotional turmoil starting from the 9th, my father passing away was the trigger. But, I had one or two friends who stuck by me, they were there for me and more importantly, I had a safety net to fall back on.
Class 10 went by like a breeze. I got red streaks right before class 11 began, in the hope that maybe this might give me a boost of confidence. It didn't. I had a new best friend, we shared a lot in common.
As class 12 came around, people around me seemed sad school was ending. I was weirdly happy, I thought maybe I can figure myself out now. But, I still wanted to be accepted so I still did things everyone else was doing. I went to parties, dressed up and all. I didn't like parties, but everyone was doing it, I wanted to be like them so I went along.
I had a boyfriend in class 12 as well, everyone was in relationships, I felt left out. He was really nice, I just rushed into everything too fast.
Graduation came along, we were to wear saris. Till date, I hate what I looked like at grad. It makes me cringe.

Through this rollercoaster called school, I did things that everyone was doing, everyone wanted to, I didn't. I spent way too much time trying to be everyone, I forgot to be me.
Now the question is, who is me?
Me is a quiet kid, me talks but can't stop talking when she find people who she can be 'me' around. Me doesn't like dancing, me refused to even move if you drag me to the dance floor. Me will just awkwardly bob my head. Me doesn't listen to pop, hates Taylor Swift with a passion. Me likes music that's a little heavier, but me also thoroughly enjoys Bollywood. Me can't do maths, and that's totally okay. Me isn't "popular" but me has a handful of friends who love her, and she loves. Me would rather stay indoors and play league of legends than go for a party. And most importantly, me isn't scared to be 'me' anymore.

I guess through all of this, I just want to say, sometimes you forget to be you. Because of all the noise in your life, trying to fit in, to like what everyone likes, to be like them. It's very important to just take a step back, remember who you really are, **** what people think and what they would say and just be you.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2020
(Never say never…)
She says never, I says wat evs.
If never ever were Always and forever,
We’d be ****** now, upside down side ways,
All the hours of night and all day, never say
Never ms. Clever
You’ll only miss out, make your ***** swoon
Without a doubt, I’ll swim your
Summit’s warm lagoon.
Never say for whom you’ll die,
Upon your doom, no eyes, nor light of  insight
Never is a deep dark well
It’s an empty wish in a starless night,
Never said by dead but soul in flight
The truth no word can speak
But do unto you, what’s good and right...
I am beatnik

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