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I'm sick of sad teenage girls crying out "I've been used" "I've been had" "He lied" "I was never loved" Fear not sad teenage girls it is clear what happened the castle you keep your heart in was stormed and that tiny little princess that knew no evil lowered her drawbridge So, may I say? Let it go Mistakes will be made That little princess can still grow because she now knows some are evil dastardly deceptive all for the lowering of that drawbridge Gard that castle well sad teenage girl and never again will you know the selfish deeds of some "Prince Charming" mounted on a less than noble steed the sad will fade and trust can be fostered just make sure he isn't an imposter accept the past because life is more than your love last move onward smile Or, he might pass by as if he were just another guy So I say to you sad teenage girls This too shall pass in the meantime, take your melodramatic self-absorbed excuses and toss them away move onward to bigger and better things because you are beautiful strong and empowered move on teenage girl concern yourself with life so later if you choose to be a wife she will not have to feel like that sad teenage girl lowering her drawbridge
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
Sad Teenage Girls.
•high in the mountains, he grew we- ary                 and ragged• •                     his sight turned                            cloudy, chin un-                              shaven and face hag-                                     gard•removed his boots                                     for his feet did stink•                                   sleep he wanted but not                                 without a drink•one big                               swig and he downed it all•                         then he was asleep before the                       sun could fall•many days visited,              many shadows cast•over this slum-      bering man, many moons had passed •one fateful day, his eyes did twitch and then did open•he sprung aw- ake to the life he had forsaken•his musket dusty, his clothes in di- sarray•his chin - a long beard that has seen countless days•he ran to his home before noontime chime•he found only disbelief, for he had slept a lifetime•
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Van Winkle
Usual coincidences? Gard de Montparnasse, paranoia interpretations of mobile phoney?
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
Timely mobile phoney? (10w)
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
oct 16 2019
High pitch community From one single tone Can go from home To a killing floor Made all the more harrowing Toxic trauma of the mind Freeze up they said Yet we push on And we pushed hard We pushed it too far Then let down our gard And now the lights flicker from green to red A premonition of bloodshed Locked inside the voice of A brother or a friend Neither one is talking now Survive it says Static cuts through And the line drops dead Outside my head the night goes on Cheery faces basking in the light Permissive out of innocence Enjoying spite out of spite Who is right It doesn't matter My eyes burn bright But no one can hear Screams are echoed all around But transaction leaves my words devoid Bliss is heard amiss, above We coveted and now we pay The price of our sin
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
Parade 2/4
Through the towns and country lanes fortress walls and ancient stains Roman treasures, aquaducts the running bulls, a stroke of luck! Cobblestone and feudal cracks the culture weaves and summer smacks! enchanted ramparts, medieval ruins coliseums and communes Aigues Mortes to Avignon the rolling hills and castles strong fields of grape and olive trees cicadas singing on the breeze Tranquil rivers, lost lagoons horses prancing at high noon flora and fauna in lofty decree! say the sycamore and cypress tree De Lumières in tomb-like calm illuminating sounds of Brahm Vermeer, Picasso and Van Goh the ghosts of Voltaire and Rousseau Les Baux-de-Provence's immersive stage brush strokes wide from another age chambers deep at quarry rock the mesmerizing notes of Bach Sacred figures, holy shrines monestries in grand design blocks, arches and polished stone gladiators at the throne Castle turrets and dungeon bars the ancient bridge of Pont du Gard chapel bells across la ville spiral stairs where time stands still Scrolls and chronicles filled with scars church and state with dark memoirs scholars, artists and dignitaries in pursuit of God...and all his glory
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Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 12:00 PM UTC
On the Banks of the River Rhone
yay jo haal hoa sare- shaam hi, siyah dasht -o- garibaan hoa, Mjhay hasil naan tha jo kamal bhe, Wo bay-sabab shikasta -o -jaan hoa.. aay rahbar -e-zindagi, yay kaisi taveel tar raat hai, Naan amaan mili, naan hi koe imtihaan hoa!! Wo jo pamaal kar gay meray khwab ko, us hashar-e- jaan ka kia samaan hoa; Yunheen gard main liptay bujhay khayal, Shahr say jaanay ka yun ihtimaam hoa! Yay rang nhn saraab hain,yay ehsaas say door paar hain, Meray bayrabt say tootay pyaar main,Jo hoa tou bass yunheen hoa!!
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
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It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell If read out loud things will not end well As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down For questioning & challenging Gods word When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell He was not prepared with the hell he was shown As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid He was not as what is imagined or portrayed He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below: Tomino’s Poem (Don’t read it, especially out loud!) Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo Try reading it if you dare But please beware Because once you do Your soul is sold to you know who And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning Don’t say you had no warning! Based On An Urban Legend
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Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC
Tomino’s Hell
It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell If read out loud things will not end well As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down For questioning & challenging Gods word When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell He was not prepared with the hell he was shown As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid He was not as what is imagined or portrayed He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below: Tomino’s Poem (Don’t read it, especially out loud!) Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo Try reading it if you dare But please beware Because once you do Your soul is sold to you know who And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning Don’t say you had no warning! Based On An Urban Legend
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A flower grew - bloomed, Though doomed to short withered span. The gard'ner so forced.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
Unwanted Bloom
Timing, instants are details, sfumata matter softness sensed you know ------------------ This treeform knowing, watching life's works conform to species, fully capable of doing just as has been done, selectively by patient hopeful gard'ners and talented statistic students, and Bible reading reformed drunks, who had a deal with the truth, a good one, told as truth, being considered comprehendible, by any mind declared independent enough to know, truth's held as knacks is held, tight, -if self evidence is all you got, you gotta define. right thinkin' tight enough to feel the weight of the wand, right, just enough to let the child feel the water, feel it, there, that shush, little baby, we didn't know, we didn't know life is so hard, at the edge of the roads all paved and painted, while I feel blind in one eye, from onions.
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Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 8:29 PM UTC
As I explained to Orpheus
Oh the sun never sets on the British empire. While it's elite get rich off of the backs of it's subjects. The bureaucrats craft their ideologies and implement their plans. All boxes are checked and everything is grand. Wait a moment a hick cup as occurred, a baby name Charlie Gard a name you might not have heard. The bureaucracy says that we shall just let him die, while mum and dad sit by and can only cry. The horror of the bureaucrats to take our child from us. The stress has become awful, it is just too much. Despite the attention that has come from abroad. The American President, even the Pope has gotten involved, but no there can be no help, no where or why. The socialist wankers of the European state say the baby has to die.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
What About Charlie Gard
time takes love and then becomes a greenhouse gard’ner: sprouting, blooming life
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
branches
If I lean this it is kind of left by if I lean this this way so ******* right so I stand up straight Queens Gard . period space and on to infinity . Full stop.
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Lean.
Delirant, înrăit, Sticlete răstignit. Pe un vârf de gard clementin. Vorbește-mi de dureri de suflet. Ale inimii frânte dulci scobituri. Vorbește-mi de vise curmate, Ale vieții calme zguduituri. Lumea alunecă, eu mă împiedic de Compot de inimă rămas pentru o iarnă fără sfârșit. Rămân eu în liniște. Pun zahar într-o tăietură Viitorul este strălucit sunt doar rea de gură. Un vârf de şold vânăt Cerul gurii o gulie Bătută de grindină, amăruie. Un cot, un călcâi, un om nătâng, un simplu cui. Cablu fumegă furie, roşu prăfuit pe covor Mă vrea să urlu de ciudă, de nervi, de dor. Mă vrea pe margine de macara ori 9 metri sub pământ. Timpul trece tot mai rece, Tot ce *** să fac e să-i mănânc urmele. Două mâini goale în zăpadă, nu tu mănuși nu tu buzunare, Frig făcut ardoare Pentru o stea căzătoare, pentru o viață nepăsătoare.
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 3:40 PM UTC
de mi-ai fi culoare