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"laidback" poems
--- Once upon a time In a land so far away There was a wretched kingdom Were a vampire held sway He was very ancient Handsome as a knave Dressed in black and silken garb Was said to be quite brave But such a cruel creature He devoured the towns The soldiers were all petrified Would not defend the crown So the King of the castle Searched both far and wide For mighty men of valor To defend the countryside Finally up north He found a daring band Of golden headed Vikings To defend his failing land The company of Norsemen Could not be laidback They rallied their army And decided to attack! They put no garlic round their necks No ash stakes did they carry They knew not the vampire ways And so they were not wary But oh! What valiant men! They made quite a sight! Scaling the vampiric castle walls - IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! The vampire, Vlad the terrible, Made a crimson flood Destroyed every one of them And feasted on their blood! It was before morning The darkest witching hour Vlad finished dispatching them His countenance was dour Then a light came streaking From the pitch black sky - It was a Valkyrie! She made a fearsome cry! "You! Vlad the terrible!" The ghoul looked up, aghast! "You feasted on my Norsemen - But I am here at LAST!!!" The mighty female warrior Shook back her golden mane "You've killed many villagers But won't do it AGAIN!!!" The brilliant armored woman Faced off the evil lord He laughed, "You cannot slay me! No! Not with that sword!" "And for all your armor What do you suppose? Your sweet delicious throat Is slender... and EXPOSED!!! The Valkyrie laughed She threw back her hair She let fly her sword It scissored through the air!!! The dreaded Vlad was impaled But NOT through his chest Through his very garments The great sword came to rest To a TREE the monster stuck Like a fly caught with a pin He could not free himself! And he saw the rising SUN!!! He struggled against his cape He'd have none of THAT! But Vlad could not break the sword So he became a bat! Up he flew to escape his fate But a ray of sun broke through With an arc he burnt to spark IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!! The Valkyrie, triumphant, Cried out, "it is I!!! For when there is a battle, I decide who lives and dies!!! I decide the outcome! Tis not by happenstance... Won't see you in Valhalla *You never had a chance!!!* So ended the battle The Valkyrie WON. The outcome was decided... ...Before it was begun!!! SoulSurvivor 5/6/2015
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Vampire VS Valkyrie
--- Once upon a time In a land so far away There was a wretched kingdom Were a vampire held sway He was very ancient Handsome as a knave Dressed in black and silken garb Was said to be quite brave But such a cruel creature He devoured the towns The soldiers were all petrified Would not defend the crown So the King of the castle Searched both far and wide For mighty men of valor To defend the countryside Finally up north He found a daring band Of golden headed Vikings To defend his failing land The company of Norsemen Could not be laidback They rallied their army And decided to attack! They put no garlic round their necks No ash stakes did they carry They knew not the vampire ways And so they were not wary But oh! What valiant men! They made quite a sight! Scaling the vampiric castle walls - IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! The vampire, Vlad the terrible, Made a crimson flood Destroyed every one of them And feasted on their blood! It was before morning The darkest witching hour Vlad finished dispatching them His countenance was dour Then a light came streaking From the pitch black sky - It was a Valkyrie! She made a fearsome cry! "You! Vlad the terrible!" The ghoul looked up, aghast! "You feasted on my Norsemen - But I am here at LAST!!!" The mighty female warrior Shook back her golden mane "You've killed many villagers But won't do it AGAIN!!!" The brilliant armored woman Faced off the evil lord He laughed, "You cannot slay me! No! Not with that sword!" "And for all your armor What do you suppose? Your sweet delicious throat Is slender... and EXPOSED!!! The Valkyrie laughed She threw back her hair She let fly her sword It scissored through the air!!! The dreaded Vlad was impaled But NOT through his chest Through his very garments The great sword came to rest To a TREE the monster stuck Like a fly caught with a pin He could not free himself! And he saw the rising SUN!!! He struggled against his cape He'd have none of THAT! But Vlad could not break the sword So he became a bat! Up he flew to escape his fate But a ray of sun broke through With an arc he burnt to spark IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!! The Valkyrie, triumphant, Cried out, "it is I!!! For when there is a battle, I decide who lives and dies!!! I decide the outcome! Tis not by happenstance... Won't see you in Valhalla *You never had a chance!!!* So ended the battle The Valkyrie WON. The outcome was decided... ...Before it was begun!!! SoulSurvivor 5/6/2015
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My biggest fear has nothing to do      with monsters, the dark, death,      or any of those usual frights. No, my most intense scare comes      from the anticipation that one day      you may see me the same way      I see myself. For you see I'm not the girl that guys      conjure up in their daydreams. I could never hope to pass as one      of those flitty girly-girls who know      of quizzical things such as                make-up                cute hairstyles                or fashion. My blemishes show, and honestly      I haven't a clue how to hide them      anyway. I look at braided hair, beachy waves,      and effortless updos with envy      My hair has two styles: up or down. I've never in my life looked casually cute,      and am obviously uncomfortable      in a dress.  Please just pass me      my jeans and t-shirt back,      I'm much more myself in them.      How does one even walk in heels? I'd like to think I'm one of those      "cool" girls that guys claim      they love, the low-maintenance      type chick, but I don't think      I'm "cool" at all, really. When guys describe those chicks,      they do things like                play video games                quote Star Wars                read comic books      like some ideal gorgeous geek. Well that's **** sure not me either.      I **** at video games,      love Star Wars, but      I'm terrible with movie references,      and have never read comics.      Does manga count?      I'm kind of starting to get into that... I'm not the nerd's epitome of perfection      either, the everyman's ideal. So what am I? I'm just boring,      little ole me. I love to read, and would rather      spend the night reading      or watching something than go out. I'm shy and self-conscious to a fault,      so don't try bringing me around      friends, I'll just bring you down. Honestly, I'm basically a child. I love                Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles                Gargoyles                Tom & Jerry                Animaniacs      and cartoons in general. I'm quiet and contemplative, often caught      writing in my notebook,      detailing my observations      about the world around me. I have a ***** mind and a messed-up      sense of humor, giggling      of the worst times occasionally. But all in all, I think of myself      as pretty boring.  Laidback,      but with the most capricious of moods.      I'm both low and high maintenance. I don't know why you think positively      of me, but I anticipate the day      you realize I'm really nothing      special at all. The day you discover the truth      I already know all too well.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
My Biggest Fear
My biggest fear has nothing to do      with monsters, the dark, death,      or any of those usual frights. No, my most intense scare comes      from the anticipation that one day      you may see me the same way      I see myself. For you see I'm not the girl that guys      conjure up in their daydreams. I could never hope to pass as one      of those flitty girly-girls who know      of quizzical things such as                make-up                cute hairstyles                or fashion. My blemishes show, and honestly      I haven't a clue how to hide them      anyway. I look at braided hair, beachy waves,      and effortless updos with envy      My hair has two styles: up or down. I've never in my life looked casually cute,      and am obviously uncomfortable      in a dress.  Please just pass me      my jeans and t-shirt back,      I'm much more myself in them.      How does one even walk in heels? I'd like to think I'm one of those      "cool" girls that guys claim      they love, the low-maintenance      type chick, but I don't think      I'm "cool" at all, really. When guys describe those chicks,      they do things like                play video games                quote Star Wars                read comic books      like some ideal gorgeous geek. Well that's **** sure not me either.      I **** at video games,      love Star Wars, but      I'm terrible with movie references,      and have never read comics.      Does manga count?      I'm kind of starting to get into that... I'm not the nerd's epitome of perfection      either, the everyman's ideal. So what am I? I'm just boring,      little ole me. I love to read, and would rather      spend the night reading      or watching something than go out. I'm shy and self-conscious to a fault,      so don't try bringing me around      friends, I'll just bring you down. Honestly, I'm basically a child. I love                Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles                Gargoyles                Tom & Jerry                Animaniacs      and cartoons in general. I'm quiet and contemplative, often caught      writing in my notebook,      detailing my observations      about the world around me. I have a ***** mind and a messed-up      sense of humor, giggling      of the worst times occasionally. But all in all, I think of myself      as pretty boring.  Laidback,      but with the most capricious of moods.      I'm both low and high maintenance. I don't know why you think positively      of me, but I anticipate the day      you realize I'm really nothing      special at all. The day you discover the truth      I already know all too well.
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You... To me... Are the essence, of the earth mother... As you watch over your pond, with an easy, laidback, grace.. and help us see it grow and chart it's every, every season. Turtles, weeds and all... I adore the fact, that you, write love with an earthy lust And you lust with an earthy abandon.... You have an intelligence, That always expands my mind All the way over there on the other upside... You and I share old friends Writers of art, livers of life. those who mark.... and make the small moments large Yet, I know you not... but fervently wish We could sit and pass time Over tea or coffee.. You are one of many.... Who write voraciously With life and passion in your pen But so too, You are one of the few Who I go to read ....again and again. So I thank you... My very own  female Walden... For the lessons of the earth, life, loving and humbly implore you write again and again.. Til the world stops turning... Then....just write it's begining again...
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Ms Walden(for Viki)
Clouds like ice on water Shield holding heat Between the ground and Itself Car is here for the Container I am the cold mouthful of Coffee I throw on a smoking Sigarette **** on the Concrete, remembering Back home Back then It was you who decided when The break was over So it never was a Break It was a laidback lifestyle Always between two Achievements Until remaining Stationary got too much For your young, impatient side (That always dragged us down Into infantility) I loved your all, but that part Being gone with the rest of You, is the silence after a Container-car having sqreeched Tons of metal along tarmac, Then hoisting, Then driving off, making room For another quiet Coffee Break.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Into Infantility
she went up and then down, up again, a twirling cup with the transparent white, rising against the black, a swaying and a laidback push of more of her and she would curl in a dance, light and hypnotic to sync my time with hers and we'd float and sink together into nothingness out of which exist, she and i two fickle bodies earthly yet divine, and she burned me free with the bare truth forlorn "i lay a trail of ash, and so would you, for you are in a body, by form and pleasure sieged, free to burn and be like me."
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
She burned me free
No, I do not have all the golds in the world nor Simply the love I took interest in a swirl No, my parents are not as laidback as yours but **** it at least they're always at the door No, my friends and I don't always hang out but When we do, we go out with a shout No, I do not have the man I ached but I guess He still wants me to wait No, I do not lead a happy life but I'm thankful I'm not the one who took the dive No, this **** won't end here, You'll see lots more in some years
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
No
Laughter, I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style So many things and so many different types of  beauty and grace But how to describe me? For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice Am I witty and comfortable I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush? But tis no fret I see beauty in all To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it No need to be the best among my many faces I am a blank page, so write as you will my story But in my hand and head, I see beauty, hate, and much more Although it might drive me crazy, I love it to the very fault For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Facets
Laughter, I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style So many things and so many different types of  beauty and grace But how to describe me? For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice Am I witty and comfortable I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush? But tis no fret I see beauty in all To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it No need to be the best among my many faces I am a blank page, so write as you will my story But in my hand and head, I see beauty, hate, and much more Although it might drive me crazy, I love it to the very fault For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy
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I often long for death But it never arrives It looks at me from far It mocks me from a distance I sometimes wonder...how did it get to this point? How did life become so unbearable? Who is to blame? Me or the stars? Was i too laidback....or was i expecting too much? Did i not give life a fair chance Or was it the opposite? I'm not sure if i'll ever fully know the answer or even understand it And now i don't even want to So i'll just wait for my time Maybe it is yet to come Or maybe it is lurking around the corner Whenever it comes...it will be quite an experience... ....looking it in the eye.. ...perhaps with a bit of curiosity.. ...so this what it looks like ...this what it feels like.. ...the heart stopping...the organs shutting down..like i'm in a state of trance My entire life flashing before my eyes Wished i had used it well... ...and fear... 'coz i'm pretty sure i'm doomed for hell (unless of course a miracle occurs.)
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
Untitled 394
.......green is so easy on the eye- oozes laidback comfortable....
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC
green
Let’s Lie down, next to each other Straight with our backs facing upwards Naked, bare I will let you feel my spine, It bruises and bumps, everything in between From my neck till your back Connected, like puzzle pieces And see the dimples it creates on the bottom of your back Let’s, Look at each other And count the light in our eyes The tip of your fingers Tracing down my neck Soothing my scars out of illusion So, let’s, Lie down, next to each other With our backs facing upwards Neither side showing the offense And slowly burden each other with Your freckles and my bruises One above the other Laidback, feel the weight build up Of emotions and weapons Till you’re no longer soothing the scars down my neck This isn’t about love This is about delusional competition And trust me, you’re not the only one With hold of my thoughts I’ve got my back (and yours too)
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Things we don’t explicitly tell the ones we love