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Kevy Almighty Feb 2015
Her mind is corrupted.
The thought of *** is always lingering.
She's only 16.
Why is she having wet dreams?

She's such a ***.
That little thot.

She's always wearing shorts or tights.
I mean, although the weather's hot,
that's still not right!

Her makeup looks nice,
Her curves are right.
But why does she carry herself that way?

She wants all the guys eyes on her.
Dang.
Such an attention seeker!

Her hair is right.
Her heels are high.
I gues you can say she dresses nice.

But wait...

Isn't it normal for teens to think about ***?
Or even imagine it?

Everyone wears shorts in the heat.

She's not fat,
She's not anorexic.
She does have a nice figure.

When she steps out,
her shoes are nice,
her hair is nice,
her make up is right.
She looks fabulous.

She's smart
she has a good personality.

I guess she doesn't hang around girls because guys are cooler.
Most girls are just like me.
Judgemental.

She's actually pretty.
Pretty cool too.
She's comconfident about herself.
That's all.

Maybe she does it all for herself.
I guess it's just my mind that's corrupted.
Many girls look down on other girls for good reason. They judge out of spite. However,  I kid you not,  there are many girls that dress up and show their figure for themselves. They're smart and they make themselves feel good. It's so sad to see how judgmental society can be.
Elena Ramos Jul 2014
By Elena Ramos©
1
Todays my last day of School before I graduate, go to the University and the most important thing summer vacations, I just hope to be accepted in a good University, and I am talking seriously. All my entire friends are going to travel or do something incredible as always before they start the University, but I cant. My vacations are boring, watch movies at home,I just visit  my grandparents house, or watch tennis games with my dad and brothers. I am the second son of four kids, Julian is the older, I am next, Ryan the third and Georgina the small one. My mother name is Lauren Parker but she was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) which is basically a sickness that do not **** you but makes your life harder, not only physically but mentally also. Mom started to feel fatigued, loss her concentration constantly and memory, extremely pain in her muscles, and a inexplicable headache. It is a little bit hard for all of us because even if mom is alive she cant do anything for us, she started feeling this way after Gerogina was born, that was sixteen years ago. My dad Julian is the one who suffers the most, they cant do any activity toguether, even watching Tennis Chanel is hard for her, she is more time sleeping than what she spend awake. Georginas sweet sixteen just passed and sadly mom couldn’t  help her to plan the party. All the boys of the house, we help her to plan it, but our ideas **** up that much that she almost cancel the party. Even so, she did it, and she had a good time, all her friends came and dance a lot, my brother Julian buy her some alcohol because he is more than twenty one, and brought some friends with him supposedly to supervise everything and have things calm. Dad was not in the party because  he trusted Julian that everything was going to be fine. All Julian friends were wasted but for my sisters friends they were cool, so at the end we all have fun. Right now is almost Lunch, that means school will end soon. Arnold my best friend of all my life, is sitting next to me making some jokes about Mrs. Frances horrible make up, like if she did it in the dark. I cant believe that during my entire life I did not talk to Mary the hottest girl in the entire school. Her hair so light brown, her beautiful smile, her blue eyes, and her incredible capacity of being the best student of Seattle’s High School make me fall in love of her, sadly I was never able to speak to her, not even a hello in the cafeteria line. Girls like her make boys feel stupid for even believe we have a chance with them. Even Arnold feel the same way with her, just that he is not able to admit it, because he thinks we can fight for her and end our friendship. Lunch is here, we are meeting Sarah a friend of us, but she is a junior, sadly we wont graduate with her. We had this little pact that the three us were going to the same University together and that Sarah was going to meet us the next year too. Seattle pacific University is our best option for now. They offer Arnold a half scholarship, something awesome that I wish could happen to me, thanks god my parents save money for school during their entire life. I live in Seattle the largest city of Washington, Sara mom reserve a table tonight for the three of us to celebrate were out of school in the space needle. Later we can got to a party or something alike, definitely tonight were having some fun. We just meet Sara in the hallway.
-Hey donkies!-said Sarah-
-Hello Sarah-I said in a sarcastic mood. She is an incredible person, probably with the only girl I being so close to. We have even sleep together, I mean the three of us, sometimes when its get to  late and we have a lot to study.
-Nerd, how you doing?-ask Arnold to Sarah.
-Great airhead, cool that your almost graduated!-.reply Sarah.
-Yeah, is pretty awesome that we make it until here, I am ready for the University, imagine how many pretty girls would be there waiting for a nerd to do their homeworks or a shoulder to cry after a break with her boyfriend-Arnold laugh.
-Yes, your still an ******* inmature, I cant believe you have a half scholarship-Sarah said.
-Its fine the two of you, let quick so we can make it to the cafeteria line, before all those ******* of the football team-I said.
The cafeteria was still empty, we made it before the athletes. I even said goodbye to the lady who served the food. She was nice to me, she serve me more green grapes or more French fries every Tuesday. This is one of the things I will miss the most from the school, too many memories, things that with the time I will forget, i wish to have more time here, I guess I love my school, or I am scared of growing up, and becoming an adult. We sat in the last table of the cafeteria, I wanted to observe all the room for the last time, full of people I used to know. It is funny how ironic the day gets, you desire this last day of school all your life, but when it comes, you want to fall back again to the first day of school where you start everything, where you meet your best friend of all your life, Arnold and Sarah in this case, your first breakup or your first party, or the day you kiss a girl for the first time, something it has not happened to me yet. I want it to be real and true, I know it sounds funny, but I am still a old school boy, when its related to how treats ladies. Even if I had the chance to be with one I will never do something, first of all because I respect them a lot, I always think of Georgina, I will treat girls the way I wish my sister be treated someday by a dude.
-In what your thinking Alex?-ask Sarah eating in a silly way her sandwich.
I reply-Well, to be honest I am sad-
Arnold laugh instantly after my answer-how you dare to say your sad, if you were always saying you wanted to graduated and getting the hell out of here-.
-I know I said it, but think in this, what will happen after we graduate, we wont see you often Sarah, you will have new friends, Arnold you will be busy meeting new girls and being a Casanova, and I probably will be in my dorm reading some Mangas, or listening music, or worst talking with my family.-I said.
-Don’t worry Alex it wont happen, I bet you wont do skype with your family only once every six months, I swear. Don’t take your mangas collection, you will seem yourself weird and nerd, not to offend you but its true, and yes I will be a Casanova, hope god listen you-.Arnold said in a inspirational mood.
-Thanks dude, you’re the best-I said to Arnold – and about my manga collection I don’t promess you nothing, I gues that instead of taking the all I will only take ten, and read the rest online-.
-I cant believe your sad Alex, I wish to be graduating now, I cant handle one year anymore-said Sarah.
-Well your day will come soon Sarah, your senior year will be awesome I promess-I said.
While everyone was getting ready for the last period of class I couldn’t take my eyes off Mary, beautiful face. She was wearing this beautiful white dress, with her pink Vans. All I can said she look like an angel,her breast was incredible good locking, all in her was just perfect. Sadly she was dating someone bigger than her, he picked up her always after school, all I can said is that a lady like her deserve something better, a men that respect her, take care, and treat her delicately; but that ****, dressed like a lazy men, his hair was awful, the loudness of his music was horrible, and he smoked in her face, I mean at 2 centimeters from her face. Sometimes I said to myself she deserves me, even if it was a crazy idiot idea I knew I could treat her as the lady she was and make her happy.

Bell just ring, last class period, maybe the teacher will said some last words and school stuff be decline today. I just want it to end now, I want it to be night, I want to go to any good party we were not invited but we enter anyway. Sara mom was too gentile in paying a dinner for the three of us. I guess that school will end but I feel its time to wake up a part of me I never knew it existed; the free man. ©

CHAPTER 2 SOON ...
Austin Skye Dec 2013
May3rd 2013
Stream of consciousness may 3rd
I am so bored. I'm sitting at work on my break. The atrium windows cast light all around me. I sat in the shadows though. The sun heats up the whole building. It's not summer so it isn't to hot yet, but just warm. I hate breaks. They are never long enough. Or short enough. The go by like a small piece of candy. Or a chunk of cookie. It's enough to wet your appetite, but not enough to stay it.
That's how I feel about sleep to. There's never enough, and when you can sleep as much as you want, it's never over quick enough. What is it with our minds? Why are they wired to be like this? Or is it just me? Am I the only one who is discontent? Unsatisfied with what I have? I know I should be. I try to be. I always want more. Or something else. Or something different.
Only on rare occasions can I sit down. With only the things I have. Or the people I know, and smile. Be content. Be happy. It's so strange. I'm not even focusing my eyes as I type any more. I'm typing on pure muscle memory. I don't even know what I'm typing really. Just going on and on and on like my breaks. It's kind of pitiful. I love writing stream of consciousnesses. They are like a little window into the thoughts and insights I don't know I have. They keep me entertained and they keep me going.
I'm just sorta rambling as usual. How many words can one kid put on a piece of paper without simply copying out of a dictionary? How many lines can I fill? It's like one of those video games where the levels never end. It just get harder and harder, but you can never win. It's just about how long you are willing to go before you give up. Isn't that the same as what life's about though? How far are you willing to go before you give up? How many lines will you fill? I don't know how many I will, but I want the content of each line to be bold. To mean something. When I look back on the lines of my life I want to see all the spelling mistakes. See how I've learned as they change and decrease. I don't care if it all makes sense, but I want it to mean something. I want it to be read by others who are just beginning to fill in their own lines. Maybe then the jumble of letters and lines and scwigglies will make sense. Maybe they will mean something. Or maybe not. Who cares though. We are all gunna die so let's have some fun.
See this is what I'm talking about, now that I'm on a roll. Now the the words and ideas are flowing out of me as easily as light from the sun, my break is over. Now I don't want to move. I don't wanna work any more. I have to though. Which *****. Even that will be over too soon though. Why should I want time to move faster? Shouldn't I relish in it all? Before its gone? Shouldn't I treasure every moment I work, every moment I'm on break, or laying down? I think I should. Should isn't though. I have to. I will. Maybe. Who knows, except that ill miss it when I'm gone. Woohhhhoooooo skiing sounds like fun. I love the Cookie Monster. He is kinda awesome. There goes Monica again. Hmmm there's a guy cleaning the atrium windows. Monica kinda freaked out. Not even in my words do I find solace now. No safety. They are not private, but what in my mind do I have to be ashamed of? I am a gift, as is everything in the world and we treasure it all, even if some of it may seem abrasive to our eyes. Godammit. Back to work I gues. Or maybe one more line to fill first. One more spelling error. One more string of useless, meaningless **** out of my head, into this note? I think that should be about enough though? Right? I miss you. Still love you. ****. Your still on my mind. Get out. Duck. Lol
It's a long one. A ramble and a gamble but there is treasure in it. Thanks to everyone who takes the time.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Have you seen my roli poli.
He was siitting o. My desk
In a purple top hat and a bright
Orange vest.

Have you seen my little buddy
All rolled up in a ball or sittin on
A bar stool sitting up tall.

Has anyone seen him.
He was going on a cruise.
Yesterday he gave a story to
The channel 7 news.

I gues he rolled out. Didnlt even say why.
Roli poli's outa here
Bye.   roli poli.
Bye.
A presentation for my daughter's 4th grade class
Oliver Miamiz Jul 2016
In God we trust,
Allahu Akbar,
yet we the humanist don't profess
any of this logical fallacies,
mythological beings that is
what they're, In hell you'll burn
Gues my fate is already sealed,
with reason I seek answers about God.....
Because you believers and your
charlatan prophets are hypocrites,
Your depiction of God as a lunatic narcissist,
vengeful, tyrannical, wanton God
so needy for attention that he
would burn people in hell
for eternity if they don't worship him......
In disguise you walk but deep inside hearts full of animosity,
Mayhem, atrocities, genocide all you've
dispensed
in propagation of religion,
In God's name you've murdered, *****
and committed all sorts of vile, in captivity and ******* you're enslaved
by your bigotry mind,
to question your religion is inconceivable
within your domain,
" lest you seek trouble O ye believer"
so said the treasured scriptures. So you Opt to follow your charlatan
megalomanic deceivers and
wallow in self deceit....
Brandon Crandell Oct 2016
What is it about life that's so unique
Life started from things like creeks
Mostley for our human beings
Messopitamia
The first civilization
First signs of humans gathering in cooperation
Not fully but close enough
Primitives and cavemen had it tough
But we evolved
Developning a massive frontal lobe what's the cost
Greed, sympathy, and other emotions
Things like Rationilization gets put into motion
Humans rule the earth above the dirt
Our world even in deserts
What we create puts other things lives at stake
This can be set by just a handshake
Deforestation for human creation for city's and things like weather stations
Each individual is what's inside or their skull
Our body's and flesh are like a bowl
Holding us in place keeping us safe
But each one of us has Our fate
Have faith people say till they're red in the face but death happens to all that's no mistake
Maybe one day electricity can keep us alive
Electrical waves shot through out brains keeping everything working alive when we should have died
Would it decompose slow over time or would the electricity keep it in line
I gues we will have to wait some time
The answers are somewhere
Maybe
Am I the only one who thinks it's amazing
Life's a miracle the way we are it's gotta be
We can walk talk preform labotomys
What other animals can do half of what we can do it's crazy nobody understands
Its crazy even down to our hands
Neurological pathways nerve endings
Like
****
We don't even understand what we are
Medical experiments have come far
From Icepick labotomys to controlled autopsys and mri's
There's a whole world out there past Our eyes
Life's a journey so buckle up for the ride
Cristina Jun 2014
I was in the market place to buy eggs
and I saw him
a mentally ill old man begging for something.
the seller said to him...
                                            (what do you think?!)
the mentally ill old man started wallowing on the ground
and beg and beg and beg
in his incoherent of logic.
I was stunned.

when I was 5 I realized that my class mates
from kinder garden didn't listen to our teacher
and mock the others with and about anything
and I didn't understood why.
10 years later I realized that there are good girls and good boys
and also bad girls and bad boys.
I always choose the good ones, but
I secretly asked myself how are the bad ones.
after another 10 years... I know who they are.
they are people who can't understand a brother or a sister in pain.
they are incapable of love and acceptance.
who can guard with their life's
gues what? strawberries!
in a little **** market place.
the seller continue to do his job,
making abstraction of what just happened.

poor man he wanted a few strawberries.
A. give him money and the mentally ill old man started to cry
and I fought back the tears because
I didn't have the courage to let them free.

how awful of me to remember a ill human being
associated with one or two or three strawberries he wanted
to taste.
carminayasmin Jan 2019
it’s the strung of the first few seconds. open a portal to when these words swarmed like flies in delusion, whithering onto your name spelt on my phone. Whisking dreams in my head. I should have turned off the light, dimmed the hope; so that they would fly away.
I hold the song in my palm as if an artifact. funny as I go to write artifact my keyboard suggests artificial as if it knows

because that’s what it was and that’s it raw. and as for me it was me who tied ribbons around the lyrics to be a certification of  us that never was. it was the only part of you I could ever have when I was alone because who was I to treat you like a friend when everyone was your friend.

I’ve untied ribbons and stepped back, so far back that I have reached a time before I had known you or before I had claimed you in my mirage.
apart from tonight I gues
1:57am can’t help what’s there it’s stuck in my throat see I thought I would let some tears roll but reality didn’t let me
jay may Sep 2015
I love you because I do not know how not to.  I love that you have merged between my heart and my soul and how you continue to melt there. I like to imagine when we are at the most gentle of ease, but then I just picture as, doing whatever we please. The gifts of warm, radiant of heat that roles off to you to me is what I crave at night. Just like how you linger through the corners of mind, I want you. I need nothing other than you. To break down these stones and grow with you. Intertwin within your vines. And yet Your shadows are always be hind me and I am not sure weather to be scared or enlighted. I gues we will see.
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
My name
Is the colour
Of the heart chakra
I gues I am
All heart
The colour of grass
The colour of green apples
The colour of summer leaves
The colour of
Jeffrey Star’s new lipstick
All with heart
Cause
Green is the
Colour
Of the heart chakra.
karin naude Oct 2017
Today, i hate my life
Why, i dont know
Feel stuck on a game board
They forgot to tell me the rules
I keep loosing
Restart game
Forced to play wounded
Today, i hate my life
Tired of being taken for a fool
Tired of expectations given
But broken again and again
I am to old for these games
Gues i will die some day still not knowing what it feels like to be a priority
I creep to space out
Why be present
Reality, nightmare without end
I hate my life
I hate my existance
More plus more plus more
No light
It was consumed by its inner darkness
Arent we all, consumed
Chew chew spit spit
We live skeleton lifes
I hate my life
Its punishment from karma
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2018
you wanna know how
you steal from thieves?
you kiss
prostitutes...
what?
you have something
against kissing
prozzies?
**** in ****
but not recounted
in your mouth
second time / nth
time a problem?
i like you already!
just give hgim the bag,
let's see what
sort of butcher we
make this reliquary
we make out of him...
   tough boy,
or a butchers' snippet
i feed off / on pain...
i, need, pain...
like k require...
don't **** with me
over  decent ingredient list...
******, don't...
i want to cook my mother
something special...
savvy?!
you only need one woman in your life...
just your mother...
and i will leave thst **** untouched...
no...
the mther is sacred..
sacred idle Cain benefactors...
but mother, is... motjer...
mother! is mother!
mother, mother!
              you take that ****,
an d teach it to the gang...
you... *******...
****-brains!
                 you fuking Hewie ******...
no! you ******* ******!
   you pass me by....
you **** me...
you get me?
          no?
then you better reiterate
being wonton of a desire to...
****... savvy?!
like i once reiterated
of a youngster
and a ***** bottle...
well...
if your uncle is so interested,
you better caalll him,
i have a death wish...
gues what...
                 ******!  come at me!
i want death!
i am gagging for it!
     black panther *****...
spawn.. probably the only
black man alive...
Esther Jan 2021
Once we will meet.
It's in the back of my mind.
Once we will meet, because you are
one of a kind. And if we met, it would be
so special. Two bonded souls that come together.
will be together as one. Finally we can look at the other.
And we can read our feelings for each other.
Will it be just as strong and intens as it feel right now?
Or will it be totally differently and there's nothing left
between the two of us? You will never know.

That the reality is totally differently from what you had
in mind. It's always a guess, but than at least you have
clarity abouth the things that was holding you so busy
all the time. Than you can judge about the things. Than
you will know for yourself if you really fit with each other.
Or it just will seem like a blur. You are with your both feets
on the earth again. Now you know how someone really is.

Yes, once we will meet.
And than I will having the answers on my questions and
you also do. Than you have a good idea how it will be to
live together. If it will work out between the two of you.
And before that, it's all  a gues an uncertaincy's
We will see than believe. It's the best way you can think
in this case. Than you will know what to do. If this love
is real and true.
Nellie 55 Jan 2020
Hey Nel,
I've got more to say.
You've never been enough anyway.
No one wants you how does that make you feel?
Theres Karma for you time for you to deal.
Not a soul will give you a chance you deserve.
Guess what? You got served.
You're not just a mess... you're a stain.
People gotta deal with you guess what? You're a mistake.
Oh, sorry what?
You're about to break.
I've got new for you... now don't cut...
But heres the news.
You've never been to special now you're something thats worse then being regretful. Not only that... you're a *** and fat.
Not even sanity respects you. You can write a story on yourside. But nobodu will list so its time for you to hide.
Your teats rolling down your face is a miracle.
Can you gues why? Nah nevermind.
I'm not going to diss you because I not going to give you a spotlight.
Might as well marry darkness because not evwn satan himself will wanna say your name in vane.
nvinn fonia Jul 30
when nothing works creativity will work i gues

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