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Once upon a harvest moon, a timid gnome encountered a boisterous baboon. “Whacha up to tonight?!” the baboon slurred, yelling loud enough that the whole town heard. ‘You got this man,’ the shy gnome thought, because for a baboon, she was kind of hot. “Not much, ya know,” stated the gnome, “I’ve just been hanging out at home.” “Well that ain’t fun!” the baboon cried, “You’ve gotta have fun, life’s supposed to be a crazy ride!” Embarrassed, the gnome replied with a fib, “Tonight was a fluke! I got out, I’m no Squib!” Laughing she stated, “I think you’re a liar.” “Oh really?” He retorted, “My pants aren’t on fire.” She laughed, “HA HA HA! Good one honey,” the baboon didn’t realize his joke was not funny. Drunk as a skunk, she had no clue, the meadow she was in was not Club Blue. The gnome, however, thought things were going well, trapped in the clutches of her womanly spell. Being a bit nerdy he didn’t get out much, the poor gnome had never even felt a woman’s touch. Feeling bolder he decided to take a chance, until he realized that the baboon had peed her pants.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
Chance Encounters
***it is said are the measures gradations of fib.. more white more truth more black is worse.. with such entangling where is found purest lies and truth..? then further does truth birth lies and lies the truth..? are such words to each a mirror...?***
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Black and White
21st century slavery: Shayn Powell Take a look around, It’s 2018. What do you see? Everything looks fine, People striding in glee? Look hard for it may Be a mystery, That we’re living through 21st century slavery. We claim these are The lands of the free. It’s a fib, that’s not at All what it seems. Because if it were the land of the free than Martin Luther King may never have had his dream. There wouldn’t have Been a march for Freedom in 1963. And Mr King wouldn’t Have lost his life For standing up in What everyone Should've believed. Take a look around, It’s 2018. What do you see? Everything looks fine, People striding in glee? Look hard for it may Be a mystery, That were living through 21st century slavery. America, “land of the free” Were fine we claim, living in prosperity. “Everyone’s equal”, You’ve heard it too, How silly Don’t you agree? My best friend Rolled his window up when he saw a policeman. It’s sad, But this is the reality we live in. “We’re equal” but we Strip kids from their dreams Because they were brought here Against their will illegally. Have some leniency, Then again you’re changing their scenery.   How can you do that So easily? And what’s this **** we learned in history? Jim Crow laws? Thank god those are gone. Or so we thought You’re not sneaky America, Mass incarceration is Nothing but a plot For a group of minorities To be 2nd class citizens To us all. That’s evil that should leave everyone appalled. It’s time for a call For action. All this arrogance Has left us distracted From what our nation claims to practice. Because Take a look around, It’s 2018. What do you see? Everything’s NOT fine, People AREN'T striding in glee. Really look for it’s Not hard to see That were living through 21st century slavery. Yours truly, That worried white kid Who lives in a society That’s unruly.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
21st Century Slavery
21st century slavery: Shayn Powell Take a look around, It’s 2018. What do you see? Everything looks fine, People striding in glee? Look hard for it may Be a mystery, That we’re living through 21st century slavery. We claim these are The lands of the free. It’s a fib, that’s not at All what it seems. Because if it were the land of the free than Martin Luther King may never have had his dream. There wouldn’t have Been a march for Freedom in 1963. And Mr King wouldn’t Have lost his life For standing up in What everyone Should've believed. Take a look around, It’s 2018. What do you see? Everything looks fine, People striding in glee? Look hard for it may Be a mystery, That were living through 21st century slavery. America, “land of the free” Were fine we claim, living in prosperity. “Everyone’s equal”, You’ve heard it too, How silly Don’t you agree? My best friend Rolled his window up when he saw a policeman. It’s sad, But this is the reality we live in. “We’re equal” but we Strip kids from their dreams Because they were brought here Against their will illegally. Have some leniency, Then again you’re changing their scenery.   How can you do that So easily? And what’s this **** we learned in history? Jim Crow laws? Thank god those are gone. Or so we thought You’re not sneaky America, Mass incarceration is Nothing but a plot For a group of minorities To be 2nd class citizens To us all. That’s evil that should leave everyone appalled. It’s time for a call For action. All this arrogance Has left us distracted From what our nation claims to practice. Because Take a look around, It’s 2018. What do you see? Everything’s NOT fine, People AREN'T striding in glee. Really look for it’s Not hard to see That were living through 21st century slavery. Yours truly, That worried white kid Who lives in a society That’s unruly.
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Just a story. When I was a kid... yes there was a time I was a kid, the garden was just South of the house.  Mom and I worked in the garden a lot.  Sometimes when she was not in the garden I would lay between the carrot rows, pull a carrot out of the sandy soil, brush off the sand and have a very fresh yummy carrot.  They were soooo tender they seemed to melt in my mouth.  Anyway, when I was finished eating the carrot I would put the top back into the hole.  No one was the wiser.  No one knew the difference or so I thought.  I did notice the carrot top would wilt which looked a little suspicious but... there was a gopher problem so maybe the gophers ate the carrots.  Sounded like a good story to me.  "Did the gopher eat the carrot mom?" "Yes probably so." I found out years later.... Mom knew who the gopher was.  BUSTED. I was telling this story to my grand daughter Lucy after school one day.  Her eyes brightened up and said, "That is a funny story grandpa."  So here it is added to the memories of a grandpa.  Lucy keeps telling people, strangers even, "you should hear this. Grandpa tell them about the carrots."  The story has latched onto her 5 year old brain and won't let go. So... the next time you are eating a carrot... don't fib to your mom.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Carrots
I thought I could get away with a fib But it only brought weakness Not just to my mind but to my limbs If only he could of witnessed In that moment I was scared So I figured why not write a script Why'd he have to care Protecting myself caused me to feel like a convict I now have a conflict and am left sleepless I just didn't want to be compared Now left feeling helpless in my own tangled mess This so called fib has caused me to become mentally impaired
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
Why'd He Have to Care
im hiding in all the places i promised you i would never go again im singing the lullabys that remind me of old friends but mostly just you and your face, that was never blue only on two occasions i had to see you cry and i held you lovingly, promising i would never say goodbye i guess i lied. that's exactly what i did im not going to fib ripping out another rib as the days drag by slowly, miserably, never by surprise
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
****** up friendship
He tells me I could get a boyfriend if I spoke in my bad British accent. It's very illegitimate. I've only ever been to Heathrow, I have no idea what dialect it is. But he still says it's **** It would catch attention, I'm sure. Interest from long haired hipster boys Maybe the occasional "Oh, are you from England?" And I could fib and say yes, because the average American can't hear the difference between a girl imitating Masterpiece Classic and Keeping Up Appearances, and a true born Bristolian or Brummie. "You're sure to get a man," he says. 'But I don't want one.' I think in reply. I think he really just wants to know if I am considering replacing his memory. "Not yet Govn'a," I say in my best Cockney. Not yet.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Ex Accent
You say one thing But mean another I feign a nod Because I know What you aspire You keep by the rules I use all the right tools We play it carefully Though we already Share this affinity We do not have To pretend By now We are on the same Wavelength We say one thing But we mean another Such a farce Because we both know We are untruthful However The beauty of This deceit Is that we are Aware Of the truth Behind it It is a lie That we need not Demystify The truth about You and I Being coy is that You are crazy About me And the other way Around We say one thing But our eyes intend Another And the heavenly feeling If We are both liars; The two of us Telling the same fib To one another Then quite frankly, At the core of the Conversation Were we not telling The truth All along?
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
Liars
A double entendre, Two ladies of the night, killed on the Sabbath day, 30/08/1888, Was an unlucky day for lady Liz, A drinking wild cat 'Long Liz Stride', Was the first lady of two to meet her end on this most vile night! Five feet five, when was alive, Had grey eyes and a curly mop, Her vicious murderer did not stop, Her throat was gouged, ripped and torn, Maybe was a lycan, I can only say, I doubt that very much, Murderer went on ***** harvest, Took a kidney, ****** removed, For 'tis said that her murderer may have got disturbed, Murdered by Nemesis of such depraved neglect, Never seen to show regret, Teased and tormented Scotland Yard, Long Liz was apparently dishonest in soul it seems, Swedish by descent, not really very decent, Tried to con her Swedish Church to get finance from a fib, Poor Liz, had no understanding of what the bible said, Sad lady Liz, Well,did end up dead! Some said was a dark man, dressed in class attire, Others said he didn't care! _____________________________________________________________________ Next Part to Follow! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
"Long Liz Stride"
I Want To write A poem About things I know Numbers and mathematics but People don't like maths It's boring It's just Hard Work.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
return Fib(n-1) + Fib(n-2)
Love can be given Love cannot give Truth can be hidden But love is a fib
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
Conceal
Dish on it gwib **** on my bib From the bib dribbled a slibular fib A glandular **** A rugged soghard A pish-po-dish get it wet Pish po dib, gwib, flib flippy pippy whip slick The tick slipped wicked from the slippy drib Michael Jordan basketball New Kix, Box of Got it three-ninety-nine in the aisle Put it on the box of it did it Why didn't I do it? Did it. Sock hard the block guard The twiss'ed grits
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Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Dish on it Gwib
Saintly cassock, Glittering altar Ornamental pulpit.               Driving the congregants             in a paroxysm of fib, Gullibility enshrines adherents             hearts. Do you know the Messiah more             than the apostles ? Thou traders in the temple. Parrotic tongues set out             commands Loquacious sweet-coated mouths             misdirects faithfuls. But the uncreated Creator who             creates creatures watches Dreadful silence astonishingly             permeates the entireness            of the universe. Do you preach love? Do you follow peace with all? Ye robbers in the temple. Command darkness to produce             light. But you turned moonlight into             tale. Can you display Davidic dance             steps on the road? Profanity of sanctuary with             false homiletics. Merchants of dross in tabernacle Speak. Let us hear you. Preach To the congregants. Righteousness afar from the           apron of faith. Charity locked up in the           tunic of hope. Sanctity of holiness sprinkled           into the tributary of sin. Commanding the stars to turn            to sun, Captains of night in light. Ye robbers in the sanctuary. Pastoral advertisers of chattels            in the tabernacle, Merchandising gold dross in             sermonic hymns. Sugar-coated doctrine wept in              the tomb of Lazarus. Prompting Him to weep again? Ye merchants in synagogue. Disentangle faithfuls from the           webs of worriment. Dislodge congregants out of the           shackles of sin. Deliver ignoramus from the            isle of incendiary. Let the sifter of strength            separate out afflictions from            feebleminded faithfuls. Ye robbers in the temple You love prayers more than God But who answers prayers?
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
MERCHANTS IN THE TEMPLE
Saintly cassock, Glittering altar Ornamental pulpit.               Driving the congregants             in a paroxysm of fib, Gullibility enshrines adherents             hearts. Do you know the Messiah more             than the apostles ? Thou traders in the temple. Parrotic tongues set out             commands Loquacious sweet-coated mouths             misdirects faithfuls. But the uncreated Creator who             creates creatures watches Dreadful silence astonishingly             permeates the entireness            of the universe. Do you preach love? Do you follow peace with all? Ye robbers in the temple. Command darkness to produce             light. But you turned moonlight into             tale. Can you display Davidic dance             steps on the road? Profanity of sanctuary with             false homiletics. Merchants of dross in tabernacle Speak. Let us hear you. Preach To the congregants. Righteousness afar from the           apron of faith. Charity locked up in the           tunic of hope. Sanctity of holiness sprinkled           into the tributary of sin. Commanding the stars to turn            to sun, Captains of night in light. Ye robbers in the sanctuary. Pastoral advertisers of chattels            in the tabernacle, Merchandising gold dross in             sermonic hymns. Sugar-coated doctrine wept in              the tomb of Lazarus. Prompting Him to weep again? Ye merchants in synagogue. Disentangle faithfuls from the           webs of worriment. Dislodge congregants out of the           shackles of sin. Deliver ignoramus from the            isle of incendiary. Let the sifter of strength            separate out afflictions from            feebleminded faithfuls. Ye robbers in the temple You love prayers more than God But who answers prayers?
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There a few things I need to say, and this isn't a poem. its more of a letter or a ***** out. I have seen the crap you post. I don't get u *** u act like u were some innocent victim. Im some horrible lying **** who broke ur heart. *** Let me say my dear boy that I have loved u from day one and I still do. ur the one whos got this anti -me thing going for no reason *** ur afraid of letting your true feelings be felt and delt with. I may have said a fib or two when we spoke online the first time but at least everythg I said then wasn't a complete lie unlike others...... I don't hold that against you. I don't bring that up to you and talk **** about it. You seem to think that just because I didn't ever say I loved you that I didn't... it was so hard for me not to say it or to try and not feel it *** of her sitting in your bed each nite. that's why I didn't ask you stuff *** I didn't want to seem like I was being all nosey and being all in your business. you didn't ever say so I didn't ask. I figured if you wanted to tell me you would. I didn't want you to think I was trying to know your all of ur personal **** I tried so hard to not have feelings for u and I thought I did a good job but that too was a joke. I have never felt like I do about u. it ***** that we don't talk like we used to and really ***** that we don't see each other....I miss u so fuckn bad. I still cry over u *** u were my perfext match. you are strong where I am weak and vise versa. Ur really great in the areas I need help in and I can help in the ones ur not in. I still want you to read to me. I still remember the things u said to me the first times we used to talk. the time where I fell in total love with u. I pains me to see some of the stuff u say on there. I didn't mean to not ask things or seem interested in you or act like I didn't want you to come over....I did that *** I wanted to see if u really wanted to come over.. um...all I wanted was to be with u from the beginning and I still do but I don't think u will *** your trying your hardest to forget me. I guess im not one to stand out and keep one wanting ......I wish I could erase all ive found out since oct 1st *** it makes it even harder to get over u....I don't want to but its really stupid to keep trying if you have made urself believe that u hate me or convinced yur self u do. I will write more if I remember but I have to go to bed now and I hope u sleep too... It just upsets me that I meant nothing like the others and that uve made urself hate me.....when I cant stop loving u.....this *****
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
Untitled
There a few things I need to say, and this isn't a poem. its more of a letter or a ***** out. I have seen the crap you post. I don't get u *** u act like u were some innocent victim. Im some horrible lying **** who broke ur heart. *** Let me say my dear boy that I have loved u from day one and I still do. ur the one whos got this anti -me thing going for no reason *** ur afraid of letting your true feelings be felt and delt with. I may have said a fib or two when we spoke online the first time but at least everythg I said then wasn't a complete lie unlike others...... I don't hold that against you. I don't bring that up to you and talk **** about it. You seem to think that just because I didn't ever say I loved you that I didn't... it was so hard for me not to say it or to try and not feel it *** of her sitting in your bed each nite. that's why I didn't ask you stuff *** I didn't want to seem like I was being all nosey and being all in your business. you didn't ever say so I didn't ask. I figured if you wanted to tell me you would. I didn't want you to think I was trying to know your all of ur personal **** I tried so hard to not have feelings for u and I thought I did a good job but that too was a joke. I have never felt like I do about u. it ***** that we don't talk like we used to and really ***** that we don't see each other....I miss u so fuckn bad. I still cry over u *** u were my perfext match. you are strong where I am weak and vise versa. Ur really great in the areas I need help in and I can help in the ones ur not in. I still want you to read to me. I still remember the things u said to me the first times we used to talk. the time where I fell in total love with u. I pains me to see some of the stuff u say on there. I didn't mean to not ask things or seem interested in you or act like I didn't want you to come over....I did that *** I wanted to see if u really wanted to come over.. um...all I wanted was to be with u from the beginning and I still do but I don't think u will *** your trying your hardest to forget me. I guess im not one to stand out and keep one wanting ......I wish I could erase all ive found out since oct 1st *** it makes it even harder to get over u....I don't want to but its really stupid to keep trying if you have made urself believe that u hate me or convinced yur self u do. I will write more if I remember but I have to go to bed now and I hope u sleep too... It just upsets me that I meant nothing like the others and that uve made urself hate me.....when I cant stop loving u.....this *****
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I am not here to make you look good. Not here to be your shadow I won't stand by and let you hurt me All CAUSE your afraid of the truth Unable to grasp that reality Isn't made just for you I'm a human Being But you ignore that You let me sit in dark without a care Not even a glimpse in my direction I stood up for You, Thought I was cool Realized it was useless Cause I was just your tool I am not lying just for you, I'm not going to lie to you I see no reason to make fib, To turn into all the rest Because I don't need your approval I'm not here to impress
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Not to impress
Unrepentant with a hole in her soul The brass faced liar has steely control Nothing fazez her. no fib was too big or small. Man this girl was a smooth criminal and a really close acquaintance She would give a polygraph the shakes and it's our little secret. umm, Mom and dad know. family secret. I reversed engineered the brass faced liar and all the tumblers clicked. The truth to her is like Kryptonite to Superman. I dropped a small stone down her throat one day and counted to ten before it hit bottom with a far away clunk.. Faceof brass ,heart of stone.animal rescuer Liar to the bone. Manipulates children poor self esteem Brass faced liar isn't what she seems. Out.  To impress now.finally starting to dress now Drawing flys like rotten meat. Wicked comes in all shapes and sizes Turn back the covers,know what your surprize is ?. A zombie in a guilded mask. Long dead and putrid..a walking talking husk. Lies pour out of her mouth like green blowflies And crawl back in under her disguise. To fester. Brass face jester R.I.P.
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Brass faced liar
An artist, creative and imaginative Powerful enough to place, into mere words, The phenomena that take place in his mind. Marveled enough by his surroundings That evoke anger, gratitude or happiness His mind efficacious, his talent omnipotent. Bourne of superior intellect Taken in by souldiers of courage and Raised by wisdom, pain and knowledge. I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer. Each day the Poete rises from his rest Each day the Poete more powerful than the last Each day the Poete expresses greatness from within. Rhythm and brilliance flow deeply in his veins Beauty created by the molding of his words Truth is spoken through the realness of his verse. Poete Prophet, able to see what's hidden beneath He sees the lies abstruse in sugar-coated deceit He reveals the fib's tales and makes them his gospel. I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer. Exquisite verse, natural and unrehearsed The Poete will forever be mind blown And continue to expose the joy in his word. He writes not for tangible wealth or Useless recognition, but he blesses his pen to paper for the simple appreciation of veracity. The Poete steals sight from the blind, He takes weakness from the strong, And owns the shades of colour, all to create artistry. See I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer.
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Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
I'm No Poete
Hand on the good book that I never read, I swore my loyalty though you know I like to fib, Even as your see the guilt gushing beneath my skin, I’ve been holding the prosecutor’s hand, with another on the switch, A spineless snitch waiting for the green light to fry you for what Benjamin did, So sorry this couldn’t have been different, But the chair only seats one according to our governance, And I’m not the victim with a scheme preached as providence So sorry for the inconvenience But I want to feel the pulse of the pompous cease, And watch the stillness of eyes that once blinked, When they found the oval throne of a tyrant Instead of the virtuous, The one who was to lead us, So who’s stopping me from strapping you to that seat? Since my crime caused the scene Since your fathers where the ones who put your sons to sleep Coming from the cranial cracks of the insane, Those that tried justified slavery while promising us all equality I am the reason they put price tags on humans And why this isn’t the land of the free I’m the governor forcing your loyalty Or I tell everyone you’re a traitor before finding you guilty, I’m Uncle Sam’s mistress, The thought process of social unrest, When the enemy was a homegrown threat, When Plymouth protest turned to disobedience, I was with the Protestant, I’m the crack in the Liberty Bell, The judge, jury, and judicial jezebel, The King, the colonial, the freedom fighter, the insurgent I’ve once facilitated your independence, I was your lust for a better existence Since the struggle against a parliament I’ve been dealing you an idealistic hand, Since the election of the forty-third, I am the notion that this isn’t the promise land Like a revolutionary remedy I am the idealistic ****** The enemy of our mentalities The thought of defying the constraints this reality
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
Ideolo-psycho (II)
Hand on the good book that I never read, I swore my loyalty though you know I like to fib, Even as your see the guilt gushing beneath my skin, I’ve been holding the prosecutor’s hand, with another on the switch, A spineless snitch waiting for the green light to fry you for what Benjamin did, So sorry this couldn’t have been different, But the chair only seats one according to our governance, And I’m not the victim with a scheme preached as providence So sorry for the inconvenience But I want to feel the pulse of the pompous cease, And watch the stillness of eyes that once blinked, When they found the oval throne of a tyrant Instead of the virtuous, The one who was to lead us, So who’s stopping me from strapping you to that seat? Since my crime caused the scene Since your fathers where the ones who put your sons to sleep Coming from the cranial cracks of the insane, Those that tried justified slavery while promising us all equality I am the reason they put price tags on humans And why this isn’t the land of the free I’m the governor forcing your loyalty Or I tell everyone you’re a traitor before finding you guilty, I’m Uncle Sam’s mistress, The thought process of social unrest, When the enemy was a homegrown threat, When Plymouth protest turned to disobedience, I was with the Protestant, I’m the crack in the Liberty Bell, The judge, jury, and judicial jezebel, The King, the colonial, the freedom fighter, the insurgent I’ve once facilitated your independence, I was your lust for a better existence Since the struggle against a parliament I’ve been dealing you an idealistic hand, Since the election of the forty-third, I am the notion that this isn’t the promise land Like a revolutionary remedy I am the idealistic ****** The enemy of our mentalities The thought of defying the constraints this reality
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Welcome to the ten step guide on how to fool everyone into thinking you're okay Step One: Smile. Smile your biggest brightest smile to ward off the people who don't know you well enough to realize that it's fake, let your pearly whites be the shield you hide behind so your secret stays a secret Step Two: Even if the clouds have opened and poured down all the tears you're holding in dress up in your nicest dress so you get more compliments on how pretty you look than questions about how puffy your eyes are Step Three: When confronted; say I'm just tired, push the fib through your teeth and hope your nose doesn't grow to the size of your lie and make sure you maintain eye contact so they don't catch onto how nervous you are that they might find out Step Four: Cover up the jawbreakers decorating your skin by wearing a long sleeve shirt even though it's summertime Step Five: Break out your inner actress, especially when he's around because while he's using your headboard as a punching bag he'll expect you to like it Step Six: Every time you wanna say hate replace it with love...I love feeling helpless every day, I love being your human doll, I love being camouflaged with purples blacks and greens...I love you... Step Seven: Fasten your dog collar onto the next notch because he wants you to remember how his hand feels around your throat, he wants you to remember what being scared feels like, he wants you to realize he owns you Step Eight: Think about what you can do to make things better because as he tells you it's all your fault and he only hits you because he loves you and you're lucky that a guy like him sticks around with a girl like you because you're worthless and you believe it Step Nine: Let it all out, scream into your pillow and shower off every fibre of him like it's a poison setting into your skin and then cry yourself to sleep to prepare for Step Ten: Repeat
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I'm Just Tired
Welcome to the ten step guide on how to fool everyone into thinking you're okay Step One: Smile. Smile your biggest brightest smile to ward off the people who don't know you well enough to realize that it's fake, let your pearly whites be the shield you hide behind so your secret stays a secret Step Two: Even if the clouds have opened and poured down all the tears you're holding in dress up in your nicest dress so you get more compliments on how pretty you look than questions about how puffy your eyes are Step Three: When confronted; say I'm just tired, push the fib through your teeth and hope your nose doesn't grow to the size of your lie and make sure you maintain eye contact so they don't catch onto how nervous you are that they might find out Step Four: Cover up the jawbreakers decorating your skin by wearing a long sleeve shirt even though it's summertime Step Five: Break out your inner actress, especially when he's around because while he's using your headboard as a punching bag he'll expect you to like it Step Six: Every time you wanna say hate replace it with love...I love feeling helpless every day, I love being your human doll, I love being camouflaged with purples blacks and greens...I love you... Step Seven: Fasten your dog collar onto the next notch because he wants you to remember how his hand feels around your throat, he wants you to remember what being scared feels like, he wants you to realize he owns you Step Eight: Think about what you can do to make things better because as he tells you it's all your fault and he only hits you because he loves you and you're lucky that a guy like him sticks around with a girl like you because you're worthless and you believe it Step Nine: Let it all out, scream into your pillow and shower off every fibre of him like it's a poison setting into your skin and then cry yourself to sleep to prepare for Step Ten: Repeat
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if you tell the truth and never ever lie you can walk through life with your head held high never ever fib be honest and be true as you walk through life this will guide you through lying is dishonest and fills you with deciet so never ever lie and keep your life is sweet
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
never tell lies
Have you ever had a hair day Where things just won't go right? You looked okay last evening And not bad late last night You wake up and it's frizzy Kind of going everywhere It's like someone took a cattle **** And then they ran it through your hair You comb it down and it gets puffy Even worse than from the start You look again, you've got an afro And you can't even find the part You gel it up and instant ***** You look like mafioso **** You now choose to go ******** And you use gel as thick as gum You look like an unwashed Donnie Brasco Hair all limp and full of grease But at least it's not all puffy You've lost the part but have a crease You wet it down and nothing happens the water beads on all the goo You choose to go and have a shower In fact you choose to go have two The only reason that I wrote this I tell the truth, this ain't a fib It's just that when I woke this morning I looked the same as Barry Gibb
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
Hair Issues?
I got hummus and pretzels, but I wanted a bag of chips. I got creamer and cheesecake, but ate corned beef hash with a pepsi. I don't quite think I'm lying about who I am to myself, but on the other hand I'm feeling like there's something behind those curtains. Friends I don't give a **** about, and an increasing incentive to just start walking and never turn around. There's a diner somewhere out there with a meat and potatoes dish just as good as mom's, I bet. I'd sincerely like to give a **** Sometimes I wonder if life seems easier for people who feel gung-ho about dying in military slavery and ********** to FOX news. If you're reading this, hey, maybe we're not so different; You play a zealot's game of love and peace, but pull the trigger right in their children's faces, and I tip-toe around people I couldn't care less about. We nourish each other in the way that chairs aid discussion in an episode of Jerry Springer. Doesn't have to be comedy, but I wasn't going to cry about it. I'd probably just fib and say everything's aces.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
"Low-Class Filter."
When I was 15, the world ended. And it wasn't as spectacular as I thought it was going to be. I had always imagined the sky tearing open and flames of fury would rain down upon us all, But instead, it was my heart that was torn in half, and the fire only rained down on me. It took 45 seconds for me to destroy everything that I knew, and create an entirely different world, Not only for me, but also for the people that knew me. I was born again, bore the sin, more than anything horrible I ever felt, I was torn in ten. Had I put a knife to my throat? Or fell in love? What's the origin? And nobody could ever understand it better than the horror itself that closed me in. But she destroyed the bin, With me in it and I was never ever sure again. Like paper shredding under fluorescent tubes, my skin was thin. Let demons in and they took shelter and then horrid soreness manifested within. The eyes of the Lord looking down upon the men and women, And all he could see was that my darkness had surfaced again. I swore to Him I'd never resort to that sin, But more than expected I was short of the win, And lost myself with hopelessness, My unfortunate friend. Scorching torture forced me to pretend, Over and over I retorted the fib with a grin; Smiled as the lore spread like venom in skin. The door to the end was open. Therefore I went in, And premonitions filled my core, So I was forced to give in. Over the course of a decade, the source of discourse caused me to see a red shade of anger. For what felt like 4 million days I endured the rage, Simple and plain I was psychotic, in danger, ignoring the ways To force myself to have a smile on my face. It remains insane to me how the blade, when it penetrated, Gave my skin goosebumps, The doctor made me feel humiliated. Sickness in my brain wants to put me in my grave, OD was the second time I attempted the same. But the fact of the matter is The facts are a shame. And the way that I felt this day, Brought hope of finding a way, To rid my head of the voices that haunt me, Spewing disdain. Third time's a charm I suppose, Or at least that's what they say.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
The Schizo's Inception
When I was 15, the world ended. And it wasn't as spectacular as I thought it was going to be. I had always imagined the sky tearing open and flames of fury would rain down upon us all, But instead, it was my heart that was torn in half, and the fire only rained down on me. It took 45 seconds for me to destroy everything that I knew, and create an entirely different world, Not only for me, but also for the people that knew me. I was born again, bore the sin, more than anything horrible I ever felt, I was torn in ten. Had I put a knife to my throat? Or fell in love? What's the origin? And nobody could ever understand it better than the horror itself that closed me in. But she destroyed the bin, With me in it and I was never ever sure again. Like paper shredding under fluorescent tubes, my skin was thin. Let demons in and they took shelter and then horrid soreness manifested within. The eyes of the Lord looking down upon the men and women, And all he could see was that my darkness had surfaced again. I swore to Him I'd never resort to that sin, But more than expected I was short of the win, And lost myself with hopelessness, My unfortunate friend. Scorching torture forced me to pretend, Over and over I retorted the fib with a grin; Smiled as the lore spread like venom in skin. The door to the end was open. Therefore I went in, And premonitions filled my core, So I was forced to give in. Over the course of a decade, the source of discourse caused me to see a red shade of anger. For what felt like 4 million days I endured the rage, Simple and plain I was psychotic, in danger, ignoring the ways To force myself to have a smile on my face. It remains insane to me how the blade, when it penetrated, Gave my skin goosebumps, The doctor made me feel humiliated. Sickness in my brain wants to put me in my grave, OD was the second time I attempted the same. But the fact of the matter is The facts are a shame. And the way that I felt this day, Brought hope of finding a way, To rid my head of the voices that haunt me, Spewing disdain. Third time's a charm I suppose, Or at least that's what they say.
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How we sell ourselves short so often We tell a fib or a little white lie To avoid conflict To save face For a greater good What a fallacy A lie is a lie How can one ignore the fact We throw away our integrity We don't show true to our character Or is it that you are a liar ? The deed itself is deceit Double dealing Trickery Fraud Underhandedness Treachery Oh but to say a few When done to us we are hurt Why not have that same integrity we wish be dealt our way? Cause it's easier? Is it? If it's easier for you Then you have no place near me! I won't say I never lie! Oh I have yes! But it's taken it's toll on me! I know integrity! I know it's arch enemy too! A white lie? Really is that what we tell ourselves? It's like getting leukemia To cure Emphysema! Ridiculous yeah! But I'll choose to rather be silent than lie! I'll be the man I portray! The man I want to look up to! I have to try Or I am just that same as that diminutive little deed! A LIE
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
TRUTH
Hand on the good book that I never read, I swear my loyalty though I’ve been known to fib, Holding the prosecutor’s hand with another on the switch, Waiting for the green light to fry you for what we did, So sorry it couldn’t have been different, But the chair only seats one, I apologize for the inconvenience But I chose an existence, While they strap you in for a crime I committed I swear to tell the truth, Or at least what I feel is best I am the pen and scribe, The governor seeking your obedience I’m Uncle Sam’s mistress, With the thought process of social unrest, When the enemy was a homegrown threat, I was with the Protestant, Swore to tell the truth, I've been known to fib, I’m the ******* of Lady Liberty, The child of Benjamin The judge, jury, and judicial jezebel, I’m the means to an end, The King, the colonial, the insurgence, I’ve once facilitated your independence, I am your lust for freedom Since the struggle against a parliament I’ve been dealing you an idealistic hand, Since the election of the forty-third, I am the notion that this is the promise land The thought process of the patriots
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
Ideolo-psycho