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Leg off the table you red face recruit! put on the offensive and break down the bolted door! you are the soul saver the peddle maker the calibrator with colored handbills and front line rhetoric join the masquerade in ivy league style! politicking with cunning guile invisalign smile blackened vile bleeding the funnel with gold plate omega and crocodile shoes get on stage and dance you fool! you are the headline maker the pantomime juggler the compromised closer pull out that 5 page review (bullet points only please) and polish those weathered lines! did you give it your all? the door tags and pleasantries the tidings and clippings the irrevocable claims and postured blames all those impressionable basics put to the test? you know the call (straight from those cold academics) the pie chart gurus and contract killers (complete with bone in finger) whipping their frenzied crew in an all night charade old yellar and the gatekeeper sure seem amused (sharpening their inquest behind closed doors) firing up the shiit storm with those hostile priicks and a slew of insatiable cures there’s laughter from the back room the dripping nose and wavering hand the cut white lines and checkpoint tales the pipeline romance and lacking form (of a basic essential character!) soundboard and narratives for logging time slouching on the steel case over moot points ready to play the 3 weight butter card (if need be) might I remind you it’s only an inquiry (with a slight hint of concern!) surely no malfeasance or deception intended so step back from the melt down and cut to the chase! headlines to breadlines penthouse to outhouse those immoral pursuits have taken their toll (haven’t they?) madman or rogue (you take your pick) for the scores and tabulations are final shame on you for the foul play the bold hypocrisy and order desk games the back stabbing blames and spurious names just sign on the dotted line ~ this banter is killing me
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
ck-baker
The Recruit
Leg off the table you red face recruit! put on the offensive and break down the bolted door! you are the soul saver the peddle maker the calibrator with colored handbills and front line rhetoric join the masquerade in ivy league style! politicking with cunning guile invisalign smile blackened vile bleeding the funnel with gold plate omega and crocodile shoes get on stage and dance you fool! you are the headline maker the pantomime juggler the compromised closer pull out that 5 page review (bullet points only please) and polish those weathered lines! did you give it your all? the door tags and pleasantries the tidings and clippings the irrevocable claims and postured blames all those impressionable basics put to the test? you know the call (straight from those cold academics) the pie chart gurus and contract killers (complete with bone in finger) whipping their frenzied crew in an all night charade old yellar and the gatekeeper sure seem amused (sharpening their inquest behind closed doors) firing up the shiit storm with those hostile priicks and a slew of insatiable cures there’s laughter from the back room the dripping nose and wavering hand the cut white lines and checkpoint tales the pipeline romance and lacking form (of a basic essential character!) soundboard and narratives for logging time slouching on the steel case over moot points ready to play the 3 weight butter card (if need be) might I remind you it’s only an inquiry (with a slight hint of concern!) surely no malfeasance or deception intended so step back from the melt down and cut to the chase! headlines to breadlines penthouse to outhouse those immoral pursuits have taken their toll (haven’t they?) madman or rogue (you take your pick) for the scores and tabulations are final shame on you for the foul play the bold hypocrisy and order desk games the back stabbing blames and spurious names just sign on the dotted line ~ this banter is killing me
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~a question of a thousand dreams~^ “Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Will you bring me happiness?  Will you bring me sorrow? All the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see” this one composes itself for all dreams go unremembered the first, the thousandth, the  every in between, erased by the push button of opening eyes but dreams come, marching in, saints mining the raw materiel the quartermaster has stored, awaiting requisition by an unarmed unnamed corp, witnessed but never seen these dreams wisped soft willow budded, tempting taunting, leaving nothing but unanswered questions that colored come in black and white elementary clues, a pillow indentation, single hair that stretches across the sea between two pillows that is blonde or red   but certainly unmine,   dregs of soured sentiment linger like the aftertaste of too many coffees and stainless steel beers heated summers breezes give no succor or relief, and the rain following gives no pleasure, for now you are hot and soaked, but somewhere in there a dream is part replayed, and eyes widening in major league surprise, the question acknowledged, the dreams quest hinted   she has gone, neither happiness or sorrow will she provide on the morrow, no toweling of your wet hair fair, and you awake sweat besotted, it is not rain, just pain, and it is only one dream a thousand times repeated and what you do and what you see is the abraded night ahead, and you bitter laugh, for there is no more other than to think, the question answered, and you beg relief by uttering “perchance to dream” 3:49 pm see the notes!! someone accuses me of Plagiarism because  I did not acknowledge that the quote in marks and Italics was from a famous song written 39 years ago so here is my response to “just saying” congratulations on ******* me off and yes I agree, you do not know the rules “#1: Quotation Marks Are for Quoting People—Verbatim Perhaps it should go without saying, but quotation marks are for quoting people. Quoting doesn’t mean summarizing or paraphrasing; it means repeating exactly what someone said. If you put double quotes around a phrase, your reader will often assume  that someone, somewhere, said that exact phrase or sentence.“ http://thevisualcommunicationguy.com/2013/09/11/10-things-you-really-need-to-know-about-quotation-marks/
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
pitch-black-god-8
a question of a thousand dreams
~a question of a thousand dreams~^ “Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Will you bring me happiness?  Will you bring me sorrow? All the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see” this one composes itself for all dreams go unremembered the first, the thousandth, the  every in between, erased by the push button of opening eyes but dreams come, marching in, saints mining the raw materiel the quartermaster has stored, awaiting requisition by an unarmed unnamed corp, witnessed but never seen these dreams wisped soft willow budded, tempting taunting, leaving nothing but unanswered questions that colored come in black and white elementary clues, a pillow indentation, single hair that stretches across the sea between two pillows that is blonde or red   but certainly unmine,   dregs of soured sentiment linger like the aftertaste of too many coffees and stainless steel beers heated summers breezes give no succor or relief, and the rain following gives no pleasure, for now you are hot and soaked, but somewhere in there a dream is part replayed, and eyes widening in major league surprise, the question acknowledged, the dreams quest hinted   she has gone, neither happiness or sorrow will she provide on the morrow, no toweling of your wet hair fair, and you awake sweat besotted, it is not rain, just pain, and it is only one dream a thousand times repeated and what you do and what you see is the abraded night ahead, and you bitter laugh, for there is no more other than to think, the question answered, and you beg relief by uttering “perchance to dream” 3:49 pm see the notes!! someone accuses me of Plagiarism because  I did not acknowledge that the quote in marks and Italics was from a famous song written 39 years ago so here is my response to “just saying” congratulations on ******* me off and yes I agree, you do not know the rules “#1: Quotation Marks Are for Quoting People—Verbatim Perhaps it should go without saying, but quotation marks are for quoting people. Quoting doesn’t mean summarizing or paraphrasing; it means repeating exactly what someone said. If you put double quotes around a phrase, your reader will often assume  that someone, somewhere, said that exact phrase or sentence.“ http://thevisualcommunicationguy.com/2013/09/11/10-things-you-really-need-to-know-about-quotation-marks/
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You weren’t worth the Hundred dollars it cost to Keep you in my car.  Princess got poached by the League of Losers with Pedestrian Ideals. I’d spit venom in your direction, if  Poison meant anything to you. But Akin to most things, so sub-human, You miss the world moving around your Ever pulsating veins, and repel these Toxins with a slip of the tongue. Around you I could line Bodies of those you’d loved and left. Each clasping hands with one another, Privy to a specific type of pain, only you can Deal out. And In the center of the circle you’d Stare, stunned by your state of Affairs, and flings. Collectively concerned For the safety of your Rotting consciousness. One by one, I could set these men On fire, and hand you a place  Where your head could be danced off. Drunken and diving heart-first into The burning lake of a  Surfable crowd. Since that’s All we are, serfs. I hope the fire gets too close to your Gorgeous face. I hope the Love you receive is no more likable Than a few more licks from the flames. The scars couldn’t sideline you. No one can stop ****
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
seanflagstaff
Singed ****
You weren’t worth the Hundred dollars it cost to Keep you in my car.  Princess got poached by the League of Losers with Pedestrian Ideals. I’d spit venom in your direction, if  Poison meant anything to you. But Akin to most things, so sub-human, You miss the world moving around your Ever pulsating veins, and repel these Toxins with a slip of the tongue. Around you I could line Bodies of those you’d loved and left. Each clasping hands with one another, Privy to a specific type of pain, only you can Deal out. And In the center of the circle you’d Stare, stunned by your state of Affairs, and flings. Collectively concerned For the safety of your Rotting consciousness. One by one, I could set these men On fire, and hand you a place  Where your head could be danced off. Drunken and diving heart-first into The burning lake of a  Surfable crowd. Since that’s All we are, serfs. I hope the fire gets too close to your Gorgeous face. I hope the Love you receive is no more likable Than a few more licks from the flames. The scars couldn’t sideline you. No one can stop ****
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Silent as the storm Black as the nights sky You never know when its coming Temperature ranging from hot to cold Moon swings come and they go She can make you feel like the lowest **** on earth Or make you feel like a King We are in a league of our own The take no mess take charge kind of woman Sweet as honey beautiful as the sunset She’ll drain you and leave you begging for more With her smooth complexion hair just right Dress to impress and the legs smooth as silk Her take charge attitude with sophistication Can work the room in any situation Wither in the boardroom, fancy restaurant or at home with family and friends She can cut you down without missing a beat Leave you standing there wondering what happen A work of art in her own right A independent women but can make you feel Like you are needed always treating you like you the man A way with words that will leave no room argument Will cut so deep leave you grasping for breath But you can never want to hurt this woman Cuz she can turn on you like Cain turn on Abel We are devious creatures and with a devious mind And a women who is scorn is a dangerous combination A woman with so much confidence It will make you sit up and take notice But at the same time she knows her place As a women by your side While all the while bringing home the bacon, cook it and serve it to you like royalty Watch out cause she’s on the rise As a strong independent black woman Never fearing of the two strikes against her In this mans world that we live in So watch out, take notice and pay attention because she is unstopable
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 9:25 AM UTC
quarnisha-williams
Independent Woman
Silent as the storm Black as the nights sky You never know when its coming Temperature ranging from hot to cold Moon swings come and they go She can make you feel like the lowest **** on earth Or make you feel like a King We are in a league of our own The take no mess take charge kind of woman Sweet as honey beautiful as the sunset She’ll drain you and leave you begging for more With her smooth complexion hair just right Dress to impress and the legs smooth as silk Her take charge attitude with sophistication Can work the room in any situation Wither in the boardroom, fancy restaurant or at home with family and friends She can cut you down without missing a beat Leave you standing there wondering what happen A work of art in her own right A independent women but can make you feel Like you are needed always treating you like you the man A way with words that will leave no room argument Will cut so deep leave you grasping for breath But you can never want to hurt this woman Cuz she can turn on you like Cain turn on Abel We are devious creatures and with a devious mind And a women who is scorn is a dangerous combination A woman with so much confidence It will make you sit up and take notice But at the same time she knows her place As a women by your side While all the while bringing home the bacon, cook it and serve it to you like royalty Watch out cause she’s on the rise As a strong independent black woman Never fearing of the two strikes against her In this mans world that we live in So watch out, take notice and pay attention because she is unstopable
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You're my storm cloud disguised as sunshine but your masquerade never stops the rain. Laughs like lightning flashing across your face sharp and dangerous, followed by the thunder of my ignorance, cluing you in on how far your lies stretch into my desperation to be wanted. Lightning. Thunder. Oh I never thought I was that funny Your electric strings Pull the punch lines out of my mouth. Thunder. The lightning's best friend. Thunder. You must really like me You must have told your friends about me too. Because that cackles coming out of their throats when I tell a joke sound just like the storm, the zigzags of fire that tear through the clouds. telling me how funny I am, how much they love having me around. How you need me. Time for my response… its my job right? Thunder. Thunder. Why is it now that the way you curl your lips when I make my jokes looking less and less like a smile? Your friends know that shape and they know how to make their lips look the same way. Is it some contagious thing that they all have, and disease passed around the room every time that lightning escapes. But they all think I am funny It must just be a friend thing… I should learn how to do it too. Thunder. Thunder. Streaming pixels Blurry faces of “friends” it must have been a mistake The love me next time, I’ll make sure to clear it up with them why wouldn't they want me to attend? Thunder. Thunder. Glances like knives Darting through the air like flies and infestation of insects that carry messages that I don’t understand. But they do. Like a major league team catch after catch never missing those eyes that seem a little bit darker and a little bit colder. Passing the ball around the bases returning the favor. Why can’t I grip ball that seems to bind them all together leaving trails of text messages and parties that I was not invited to this ball that seems to always keep me on the outfield. And how come everytime that ball goes around and around…. its feels like a punch to the stomach never ceasing to knock me down and leave me breathless. This must be what friendship feels like… Thunder. Is it? because I look around these hallways where I always walk to fast trying to keep up yet I am always one step behind. I see that these other girls walk in straight lines arms joined so that no one falls too far behind yet I’m always walking in dizzy circles wondering when they will turn around to see if I am still following, still standing, still funny. Thunder, the lightning's best friend… but that is never who I was to you.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
emmajane
Funny :)
You're my storm cloud disguised as sunshine but your masquerade never stops the rain. Laughs like lightning flashing across your face sharp and dangerous, followed by the thunder of my ignorance, cluing you in on how far your lies stretch into my desperation to be wanted. Lightning. Thunder. Oh I never thought I was that funny Your electric strings Pull the punch lines out of my mouth. Thunder. The lightning's best friend. Thunder. You must really like me You must have told your friends about me too. Because that cackles coming out of their throats when I tell a joke sound just like the storm, the zigzags of fire that tear through the clouds. telling me how funny I am, how much they love having me around. How you need me. Time for my response… its my job right? Thunder. Thunder. Why is it now that the way you curl your lips when I make my jokes looking less and less like a smile? Your friends know that shape and they know how to make their lips look the same way. Is it some contagious thing that they all have, and disease passed around the room every time that lightning escapes. But they all think I am funny It must just be a friend thing… I should learn how to do it too. Thunder. Thunder. Streaming pixels Blurry faces of “friends” it must have been a mistake The love me next time, I’ll make sure to clear it up with them why wouldn't they want me to attend? Thunder. Thunder. Glances like knives Darting through the air like flies and infestation of insects that carry messages that I don’t understand. But they do. Like a major league team catch after catch never missing those eyes that seem a little bit darker and a little bit colder. Passing the ball around the bases returning the favor. Why can’t I grip ball that seems to bind them all together leaving trails of text messages and parties that I was not invited to this ball that seems to always keep me on the outfield. And how come everytime that ball goes around and around…. its feels like a punch to the stomach never ceasing to knock me down and leave me breathless. This must be what friendship feels like… Thunder. Is it? because I look around these hallways where I always walk to fast trying to keep up yet I am always one step behind. I see that these other girls walk in straight lines arms joined so that no one falls too far behind yet I’m always walking in dizzy circles wondering when they will turn around to see if I am still following, still standing, still funny. Thunder, the lightning's best friend… but that is never who I was to you.
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Uhh,..Young Ston, What up.. Shoutout to my hustling **** niggas..Shoutout to my hustling gangstas..Uhh, Shoutout to all my hustling ****** ****** Shoutout to all my ****** real ****** aye.. /OFTR, We ****** Hustlers man & , (we handle our business, Yeah*2)..Aye we some ****** real ****** & we (handle our business*4),Our business Yeah..OFTR we ****** Hustlers man , Aye we some real niggas..Stoned young ****** , but we (handle our business4) our business..(Yeah we handle our business2).. Handle (our business*2)..,OFTR, we gangstas..we ****** hustlers man Yeah we stay high all day. ,but (we take care of business, Yeah2)..we take care of business man.. Handle (our business3)..we some ****** real ****** but (we get to business, Yeah*3)..We ****** Hustling young ****** (young real niggas2)..gangsta (thugging..real niggas3)...Yeah,OFTR, We ****** Hustlers,man..(We handle our business..3) (Yeah we handle business3) man...we (handle business,2)..our business (we handle..our business..2)(our business2)..nigga (Yeah we bout our business4)..We some ****** Hustling (Thugging..gangsta niggas3)..OFTR..(Stoned young niggas3),..but we bout our **** Yeah we ****** (Hustling Gangsta young niggas*3),We gangstas nigga..ONLY FOR THE REAL.. Aye Yeah.. (we handle our business4)..handle (our business3)..Aye we some ****** Hustlers man Aye, Yeah (We bout our business2).Yeah we (take care of business2).. We take care of (our business..*2)business..We busy We bout our business, Yeah we handle business man, We some Thugging ****** we some gangsta ****** & (we stay ****** nigga*2)..Aye, but we all on our **** man, Yeah..We ****** Hustlers ***** Yeah (we handle our business2)..(our business3)..Yeah..Uhh I wake up in the morning I gotta Thank God, & I gotta get (back to ryhming, back to grinding*2),back to taking care of business..my business nigga,Aye, they say stick to what you do best & stick to what you know man..& stay true to yourself, don't let these devils confuse you & mislead you to the wrong path my ***** Aye, hard work doesn't go unnoticed & that's real talk, this is real game from a younging, don't be scared to learn something from me, don't be a fool man, I know they don't know too much about me, The Young ****** Disciple, but I'm one of the realest rappers that's still alive tho dude, Fo sho,I'm the best rapper in Atlanta OFTR, we our own league dawg..& I'm the commissioner, we will never fall, we stand tall, & We forever gone ball, stay strong, & keep grinding.., Yeah, we take care of business.. Yeah..We bout our business.. /We ****** Hustlers, ****** (young niggas,2) that (handle our business,2..)(our business2)..Yeah we take care (of business3), Yeah/*2 Aye we getting to business..man , I'm making these hoes famous just for one night my nig,I'm macking on these hoes,like the 70s, then I'm (back to business2) man..I handle (my business2),yeah, my ***** I'm too much , too handle, I'm too much to control,Young Ston nigga..(too much*2).. Man I got the full control of my music..I got the control now Kendrick,..Uhh,I'm proving all of them ***** *** critics so wrong now man..They made a big mistake dobuting on a young ***** a ****** Hustling Thuggin Gangsta,ayo The system created a monster that's about to go off like Godzilla on my city dawg, I'm causing alot of chaos my nigga,no regrets Fo show dude ..Ohhwoah..Uhh. Shoutout to my hustling **** niggas..Shoutout to my hustling gangstas..Uhh, Shoutout to all my hustling ****** ****** Shoutout to all my ****** real ****** aye..OFTR We ****** Hustlers.. ONLY FOR THE REAL mufucker Yeah..
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
StonPoet
Ston Poet - ****** Hustlers
Uhh,..Young Ston, What up.. Shoutout to my hustling **** niggas..Shoutout to my hustling gangstas..Uhh, Shoutout to all my hustling ****** ****** Shoutout to all my ****** real ****** aye.. /OFTR, We ****** Hustlers man & , (we handle our business, Yeah*2)..Aye we some ****** real ****** & we (handle our business*4),Our business Yeah..OFTR we ****** Hustlers man , Aye we some real niggas..Stoned young ****** , but we (handle our business4) our business..(Yeah we handle our business2).. Handle (our business*2)..,OFTR, we gangstas..we ****** hustlers man Yeah we stay high all day. ,but (we take care of business, Yeah2)..we take care of business man.. Handle (our business3)..we some ****** real ****** but (we get to business, Yeah*3)..We ****** Hustling young ****** (young real niggas2)..gangsta (thugging..real niggas3)...Yeah,OFTR, We ****** Hustlers,man..(We handle our business..3) (Yeah we handle business3) man...we (handle business,2)..our business (we handle..our business..2)(our business2)..nigga (Yeah we bout our business4)..We some ****** Hustling (Thugging..gangsta niggas3)..OFTR..(Stoned young niggas3),..but we bout our **** Yeah we ****** (Hustling Gangsta young niggas*3),We gangstas nigga..ONLY FOR THE REAL.. Aye Yeah.. (we handle our business4)..handle (our business3)..Aye we some ****** Hustlers man Aye, Yeah (We bout our business2).Yeah we (take care of business2).. We take care of (our business..*2)business..We busy We bout our business, Yeah we handle business man, We some Thugging ****** we some gangsta ****** & (we stay ****** nigga*2)..Aye, but we all on our **** man, Yeah..We ****** Hustlers ***** Yeah (we handle our business2)..(our business3)..Yeah..Uhh I wake up in the morning I gotta Thank God, & I gotta get (back to ryhming, back to grinding*2),back to taking care of business..my business nigga,Aye, they say stick to what you do best & stick to what you know man..& stay true to yourself, don't let these devils confuse you & mislead you to the wrong path my ***** Aye, hard work doesn't go unnoticed & that's real talk, this is real game from a younging, don't be scared to learn something from me, don't be a fool man, I know they don't know too much about me, The Young ****** Disciple, but I'm one of the realest rappers that's still alive tho dude, Fo sho,I'm the best rapper in Atlanta OFTR, we our own league dawg..& I'm the commissioner, we will never fall, we stand tall, & We forever gone ball, stay strong, & keep grinding.., Yeah, we take care of business.. Yeah..We bout our business.. /We ****** Hustlers, ****** (young niggas,2) that (handle our business,2..)(our business2)..Yeah we take care (of business3), Yeah/*2 Aye we getting to business..man , I'm making these hoes famous just for one night my nig,I'm macking on these hoes,like the 70s, then I'm (back to business2) man..I handle (my business2),yeah, my ***** I'm too much , too handle, I'm too much to control,Young Ston nigga..(too much*2).. Man I got the full control of my music..I got the control now Kendrick,..Uhh,I'm proving all of them ***** *** critics so wrong now man..They made a big mistake dobuting on a young ***** a ****** Hustling Thuggin Gangsta,ayo The system created a monster that's about to go off like Godzilla on my city dawg, I'm causing alot of chaos my nigga,no regrets Fo show dude ..Ohhwoah..Uhh. Shoutout to my hustling **** niggas..Shoutout to my hustling gangstas..Uhh, Shoutout to all my hustling ****** ****** Shoutout to all my ****** real ****** aye..OFTR We ****** Hustlers.. ONLY FOR THE REAL mufucker Yeah..
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Sometimes I hate this This thing that I'm born with It causes so many unnecessary fights It causes so many stupid problems I can't go to a regular school I can't have a regular job The moment I say the word autism I've already had enough I don't know what the positive sides are Of something that makes me so different I only know the negative parts Because that's the part that makes me conflicted Why would I love something that has ruined my chance for a normal life? How could I accept something that refuses my acceptance? All they tell me is you need help you need help, you need help, you need help And I get help The people who help have helped But even though I can function better No one can take away this internal anger I feel inadequate, I feel dumb I feel sad, I feel numb I can't speak of my emotions although I got feelings all the time I wish there was a potion that made it possible for me to speak about it in an other way than rhyme I wish I could say what was really on my mind I wish I could say how my autism makes me want to die I wish I could say I love myself in any shape or form I wish I could say that I can conform to the norm But I can't so I play league And then I get mad When they say "autistic screech" Because it's so hilarious Living with this everyday Because it's so hilarious That this will never ******* change
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
syvispoetic
Autism
Sometimes I hate this This thing that I'm born with It causes so many unnecessary fights It causes so many stupid problems I can't go to a regular school I can't have a regular job The moment I say the word autism I've already had enough I don't know what the positive sides are Of something that makes me so different I only know the negative parts Because that's the part that makes me conflicted Why would I love something that has ruined my chance for a normal life? How could I accept something that refuses my acceptance? All they tell me is you need help you need help, you need help, you need help And I get help The people who help have helped But even though I can function better No one can take away this internal anger I feel inadequate, I feel dumb I feel sad, I feel numb I can't speak of my emotions although I got feelings all the time I wish there was a potion that made it possible for me to speak about it in an other way than rhyme I wish I could say what was really on my mind I wish I could say how my autism makes me want to die I wish I could say I love myself in any shape or form I wish I could say that I can conform to the norm But I can't so I play league And then I get mad When they say "autistic screech" Because it's so hilarious Living with this everyday Because it's so hilarious That this will never ******* change
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Julie had never been one to partake in Girly things, dollies and frills Julie was one of those tomboy like girls Who looked out for adventurous thrills She loved riding bikes, down the hill at high speed Screaming loud with her hands in the air But Julie could not play in organized sports Her mum said the cash wasn't there She sat on the  sidelines and watched all the games To not play the game was a sin But Julie Macado would spend her whole life On the outside of things looking in. She knew all the players on all of the teams She wanted so badly to play But Julie Macado would learn pretty fast She was one of the have-nots that day In gym she was better than all of the guys She sank every shot that she tried But organized sports was just out of her league She was still sitting on the outside Her friends that she played with said "Go see the coach", maybe he'll let you join up When she told her poor mother that that's what's she'd do Her mother told her to shut up "I've done my best girl, to give you a life" "And charity...I'll never take" "If you're gonna play then you'll pay your own way "For you learn more when somethings at stake" So Julie went out, hustled, working part time Doing all that she could to make bucks But, when she had enough money to finally join in The season was done...and that ***** Even though she had shown she could be on the team She was finished and did not begin Poor Julie Macodo was still not on the team She was still outside looking in She worked all that summer making money galore She'd be ready to sign up that fall She had enough money to pay for herself She was going to play basketball Her mum lost her job in early July The plant that she worked at had closed Now she too was outside looking in at the others They would move...that was what she supposed Again Julie Macado would miss out again All of her money she gave to her mom She would be an outsider for all of her life Never playing a game...'cept for fun Even though she was better than all in her school She would never be in looking out Until that one day, when a man from Kentucky Had come up to Freeling to scout He'd heard of this girl, who could shoot from the floor She had skills that he had seldom seen He signed her on up to a four year free ride It was all like a really good dream He told her of how, he had gotten a letter About a young girl ..that was her It was written in crayon and a little bid blurry And it stated out with a Dear Ser, the spelling was bad, but he read it completely It told of how Julie could play But she had not school record, no history so He set out to see the girl play He contacted the school and he asked them for game films They said she played only in gym So he set out directly to see for himself The decision would be up to him Now, Julie Macado has realized her dream Her life is all set to begin She did it herself, with a note from her Mother She was no longer out looking in.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
roger-turner
Outside Looking In
Julie had never been one to partake in Girly things, dollies and frills Julie was one of those tomboy like girls Who looked out for adventurous thrills She loved riding bikes, down the hill at high speed Screaming loud with her hands in the air But Julie could not play in organized sports Her mum said the cash wasn't there She sat on the  sidelines and watched all the games To not play the game was a sin But Julie Macado would spend her whole life On the outside of things looking in. She knew all the players on all of the teams She wanted so badly to play But Julie Macado would learn pretty fast She was one of the have-nots that day In gym she was better than all of the guys She sank every shot that she tried But organized sports was just out of her league She was still sitting on the outside Her friends that she played with said "Go see the coach", maybe he'll let you join up When she told her poor mother that that's what's she'd do Her mother told her to shut up "I've done my best girl, to give you a life" "And charity...I'll never take" "If you're gonna play then you'll pay your own way "For you learn more when somethings at stake" So Julie went out, hustled, working part time Doing all that she could to make bucks But, when she had enough money to finally join in The season was done...and that ***** Even though she had shown she could be on the team She was finished and did not begin Poor Julie Macodo was still not on the team She was still outside looking in She worked all that summer making money galore She'd be ready to sign up that fall She had enough money to pay for herself She was going to play basketball Her mum lost her job in early July The plant that she worked at had closed Now she too was outside looking in at the others They would move...that was what she supposed Again Julie Macado would miss out again All of her money she gave to her mom She would be an outsider for all of her life Never playing a game...'cept for fun Even though she was better than all in her school She would never be in looking out Until that one day, when a man from Kentucky Had come up to Freeling to scout He'd heard of this girl, who could shoot from the floor She had skills that he had seldom seen He signed her on up to a four year free ride It was all like a really good dream He told her of how, he had gotten a letter About a young girl ..that was her It was written in crayon and a little bid blurry And it stated out with a Dear Ser, the spelling was bad, but he read it completely It told of how Julie could play But she had not school record, no history so He set out to see the girl play He contacted the school and he asked them for game films They said she played only in gym So he set out directly to see for himself The decision would be up to him Now, Julie Macado has realized her dream Her life is all set to begin She did it herself, with a note from her Mother She was no longer out looking in.
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I'm considered to be nerdy Awkward, not flirty. They call me gay, Because I Cosplay. I must be a dork Because Zelda's my lord, And she's way cooler than any sport. Could someone love me? That couldn't be. I watch too much anime, And BBC. I praise The doctor and Spock. Even Sherlock. Cause in my opinion They're better than jocks. Being nerdy is quite fun, But you make me sound dumb. We're accepting and caring But please stop staring. Am I making this boring? Don't start snoring.. Just give me a chance. I'll make it last. We could play Skyrim or league. Wait, don't leave! I can be cool, Just like you! I can calculate big numbers in my head, Or make a fortress out of my bed I can be an ork, elf, or spy. Just as long as it's allowed by the die. I can cast spells online. Don't worry, you'll be fine! I can role play to the extreme!!! That's right, I call it d&d.; I'm proud to be a geek. Yes, we're very neet! We know our facts! We're anime maniacs. I'm good at mtg! It takes skill to be like me. I'm cool I tell you! I'm grand. But at the same time, You don't make me feel great. I'm a loser, A dork No, I don't like baseball, football, or hockey I can't bench and I don't lift. But I go to some pretty intense parties... On Xbox. My heart is bigger than my head.. No, not literally. I'd bring you a rose And write you a poem You'd be my Rory. This isn't the end of the story. I'd love you more than video games, Star Wars, and D&D.; In the end, You're always my MVP. You don't have to lie, I know you'll decline.. but my feelings won't change. They'll always be the same. Maybe I'd be cool.. If I were with you. But that'll never be Because you fail to see OTP. Then again, It's all good in the end Because.. Roses are red Violets are blue Manga costs less Than dinner for two.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
FluffyMcFluffkinz
Nerd Poem
I'm considered to be nerdy Awkward, not flirty. They call me gay, Because I Cosplay. I must be a dork Because Zelda's my lord, And she's way cooler than any sport. Could someone love me? That couldn't be. I watch too much anime, And BBC. I praise The doctor and Spock. Even Sherlock. Cause in my opinion They're better than jocks. Being nerdy is quite fun, But you make me sound dumb. We're accepting and caring But please stop staring. Am I making this boring? Don't start snoring.. Just give me a chance. I'll make it last. We could play Skyrim or league. Wait, don't leave! I can be cool, Just like you! I can calculate big numbers in my head, Or make a fortress out of my bed I can be an ork, elf, or spy. Just as long as it's allowed by the die. I can cast spells online. Don't worry, you'll be fine! I can role play to the extreme!!! That's right, I call it d&d.; I'm proud to be a geek. Yes, we're very neet! We know our facts! We're anime maniacs. I'm good at mtg! It takes skill to be like me. I'm cool I tell you! I'm grand. But at the same time, You don't make me feel great. I'm a loser, A dork No, I don't like baseball, football, or hockey I can't bench and I don't lift. But I go to some pretty intense parties... On Xbox. My heart is bigger than my head.. No, not literally. I'd bring you a rose And write you a poem You'd be my Rory. This isn't the end of the story. I'd love you more than video games, Star Wars, and D&D.; In the end, You're always my MVP. You don't have to lie, I know you'll decline.. but my feelings won't change. They'll always be the same. Maybe I'd be cool.. If I were with you. But that'll never be Because you fail to see OTP. Then again, It's all good in the end Because.. Roses are red Violets are blue Manga costs less Than dinner for two.
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I was as free and brave as a dragon when the sun rose I was as dark as the starless night when the wind blew I was consumed by wanderlust Now it is only emptiness Blurred patches, sunless ways, gloomy days Everything is out of my league Everything is invincible
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
budhino
Confusion
I was as free and brave as a dragon when the sun rose I was as dark as the starless night when the wind blew I was consumed by wanderlust Now it is only emptiness Blurred patches, sunless ways, gloomy days Everything is out of my league Everything is invincible
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There is a stranger sleeping on your floor but you wanted an artist. Beautiful things aren't easy. I am tamed, comfortable. You are wild.  Smoke slips over my nose when I think of you.   Alcoholic sweat, fingers down my throat and I am North, northbound. Ivy League meets the Yellow Rose.
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Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
jessie-anna-h
Miles and Miles
There is a stranger sleeping on your floor but you wanted an artist. Beautiful things aren't easy. I am tamed, comfortable. You are wild.  Smoke slips over my nose when I think of you.   Alcoholic sweat, fingers down my throat and I am North, northbound. Ivy League meets the Yellow Rose.
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An away game at Leeds! The Loiner Lion will have its feeds. So it was, back in the day When Revie’s Men held full sway. Reaney, Charlton, Hunter, Cooper, That defence was really super. David Harvey, ‘keeper complete, Guaranteed a solid clean sheet. The midfield ruled by Bremner and Giles, Billy’s energy, Johnny’s wiles. Lorimer and Gray down the wings, Recalling Eddie (Gray), oh my heart sings. Jones and Clarkey gave us goals, Lots of them, shoals and shoals. 73-74 our greatest year, Opponents always full of fear. Man U relegated that season too, Better days there were very few. We won the league by a merry mile, Time to smile as we did it in style. In 69 we lost just two from 42. Opponents didn’t know what to do. Burnley and City our only losses, Otherwise we were the bosses. 92 was another good year, Man U crying in their beer. Then we sold them Cantona, That really was a bridge too far. The rest is history as they say; We strive again to have our day. In the second tier on Italian money, Seeking the land of milk and honey. The Premiership’s the place where we should be, Please Messi, join us, on a free! We hanker for those glory days. God please help us with your mysterious ways. Paul Butters © PB 11\9\2015.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
paul-butters
We Are Leeds
An away game at Leeds! The Loiner Lion will have its feeds. So it was, back in the day When Revie’s Men held full sway. Reaney, Charlton, Hunter, Cooper, That defence was really super. David Harvey, ‘keeper complete, Guaranteed a solid clean sheet. The midfield ruled by Bremner and Giles, Billy’s energy, Johnny’s wiles. Lorimer and Gray down the wings, Recalling Eddie (Gray), oh my heart sings. Jones and Clarkey gave us goals, Lots of them, shoals and shoals. 73-74 our greatest year, Opponents always full of fear. Man U relegated that season too, Better days there were very few. We won the league by a merry mile, Time to smile as we did it in style. In 69 we lost just two from 42. Opponents didn’t know what to do. Burnley and City our only losses, Otherwise we were the bosses. 92 was another good year, Man U crying in their beer. Then we sold them Cantona, That really was a bridge too far. The rest is history as they say; We strive again to have our day. In the second tier on Italian money, Seeking the land of milk and honey. The Premiership’s the place where we should be, Please Messi, join us, on a free! We hanker for those glory days. God please help us with your mysterious ways. Paul Butters © PB 11\9\2015.
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At a very small age, much too young to know what a true love felt like, I learned that I’d never be the special girl in your life. I could see from the distance already wedged between us that there would always be a much larger section of your heart that I’d never be good enough to fill. I was only a very small part of your world, taking up a tiny section of your heart like a sliver wedged deep inside the membrane of your greatest ***** like a paper cut to the side of your finger; so small just to push aside but too much pain to forget completely. I was the mistake you were trying to move on from, to put behind you, to forget about me as if I never existed. Even from a modest age, I knew how to long after a man who barely knew that I belonged to him. You were out of my league; in a total different game. I could hang on to someone like they were the air I needed inside my lungs to breathe. But you only ever wanted to be let go. Oxygen is nothing that I’ll ever be able to touch. You taught me what it meant to be temporary before I would ever know what commitment was and I learned soon enough that they didn’t mean the same thing. I tried and I tried and I tried to be your girl. I experienced my first broken heart when you asked her to marry you. We never had a relationship but she became the wedge between our potential friendship. I learned what heartbreak felt like by a man who said he loved me but had the strangest way of showing it. I learned that actions spoke louder than words but sometimes actions didn’t speak at all. I learned to never believe the truth because you’d taught me how good a lie felt within my ears; like the harmony of an orchestra whose conductor was blind to the instruments being played in front of him. We’ve never known harmony; always out of tune, I hated the sound of music. I loved fairytales but hated Cinderella and the reality that she brought to my life. Blood wasn’t thicker; It meant nothing to be related biologically when romantic love came into play. From a young age, I learned the world was a cruel and unfair place and I had to fight from my corner of the ring by myself. I learned what favoritism meant and not because you chose me. I learned temporary, but never knew commitment. The ratio of lies to truths was far greater. After knowing distance, I knew how to be cautious. After you broke my heart, I learned hate. I knew how it felt to hate before I would ever know how to love. I knew it like the back of my hand; more than I could ever know you. But it’s time I taught myself something so I’m learning forgiveness. I forgive you, for not knowing what it means to be a father. I forgive you for never choosing me and for always picking her. I tried and I tried and I tried to be daddy’s girl, but you never allowed me that privilege and your heart was never large enough for both of us, so I forgive you for loving her more; I forgive you for being my dad.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
courtney-snodgrass
I Wanted You; You Chose Her
At a very small age, much too young to know what a true love felt like, I learned that I’d never be the special girl in your life. I could see from the distance already wedged between us that there would always be a much larger section of your heart that I’d never be good enough to fill. I was only a very small part of your world, taking up a tiny section of your heart like a sliver wedged deep inside the membrane of your greatest ***** like a paper cut to the side of your finger; so small just to push aside but too much pain to forget completely. I was the mistake you were trying to move on from, to put behind you, to forget about me as if I never existed. Even from a modest age, I knew how to long after a man who barely knew that I belonged to him. You were out of my league; in a total different game. I could hang on to someone like they were the air I needed inside my lungs to breathe. But you only ever wanted to be let go. Oxygen is nothing that I’ll ever be able to touch. You taught me what it meant to be temporary before I would ever know what commitment was and I learned soon enough that they didn’t mean the same thing. I tried and I tried and I tried to be your girl. I experienced my first broken heart when you asked her to marry you. We never had a relationship but she became the wedge between our potential friendship. I learned what heartbreak felt like by a man who said he loved me but had the strangest way of showing it. I learned that actions spoke louder than words but sometimes actions didn’t speak at all. I learned to never believe the truth because you’d taught me how good a lie felt within my ears; like the harmony of an orchestra whose conductor was blind to the instruments being played in front of him. We’ve never known harmony; always out of tune, I hated the sound of music. I loved fairytales but hated Cinderella and the reality that she brought to my life. Blood wasn’t thicker; It meant nothing to be related biologically when romantic love came into play. From a young age, I learned the world was a cruel and unfair place and I had to fight from my corner of the ring by myself. I learned what favoritism meant and not because you chose me. I learned temporary, but never knew commitment. The ratio of lies to truths was far greater. After knowing distance, I knew how to be cautious. After you broke my heart, I learned hate. I knew how it felt to hate before I would ever know how to love. I knew it like the back of my hand; more than I could ever know you. But it’s time I taught myself something so I’m learning forgiveness. I forgive you, for not knowing what it means to be a father. I forgive you for never choosing me and for always picking her. I tried and I tried and I tried to be daddy’s girl, but you never allowed me that privilege and your heart was never large enough for both of us, so I forgive you for loving her more; I forgive you for being my dad.
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http://watch-nfl-football-live.com/nfllive2014.html http://watch-nfl-football-live.com/nfllive2014.html Hey NBA Basketball fan, Watch Detroit vs Toronto live exclusive American, National Football League and other football matches in our online TV. It is too much easy to watch the NBA Basketball match even you also watch the other important matches around the world. NBC SPORTS, Ch4,TV channel will Detroit vs Toronto live stream game 2014 season. NFL fans don’t delay your time to watch this match live. Click & enjoy every football moments live broadcast on live football TV. Detroit vs Toronto live Online HD TV2PC : Match Shehedule: Detroit vs Toronto live Competition: NBA Basketball 2014 Date : Monday, January 12 2015 Time : 7:30 PM EST FSD, TSN2 Watch NBA Basketball Live TV On PC So you Can Watch NFL Game online on on your PC, Mobile, Mac, i Pads, i Phones, Cell Phone, Android and laptop. Enjoy to watch live stream online National Football League. Stream coverage NFL online tv, Live NFL games watch on sky sports TV, CBS, NBC, bet with sky bet, bet fair TV, ESPN TV, fox sports tv, internet tv. Enjoy NFL live broadcast, live sop cast, live telecast, live coverage, live stream online.Watch Live NFL Games & Live College Football Games Online Here. >>> Don’t Miss the big game show<<< http://watch-nfl-football-live.com/nfllive2014.html
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
rijvi
*Watch* the match Detroit vs Toronto live HD TV
http://watch-nfl-football-live.com/nfllive2014.html http://watch-nfl-football-live.com/nfllive2014.html Hey NBA Basketball fan, Watch Detroit vs Toronto live exclusive American, National Football League and other football matches in our online TV. It is too much easy to watch the NBA Basketball match even you also watch the other important matches around the world. NBC SPORTS, Ch4,TV channel will Detroit vs Toronto live stream game 2014 season. NFL fans don’t delay your time to watch this match live. Click & enjoy every football moments live broadcast on live football TV. Detroit vs Toronto live Online HD TV2PC : Match Shehedule: Detroit vs Toronto live Competition: NBA Basketball 2014 Date : Monday, January 12 2015 Time : 7:30 PM EST FSD, TSN2 Watch NBA Basketball Live TV On PC So you Can Watch NFL Game online on on your PC, Mobile, Mac, i Pads, i Phones, Cell Phone, Android and laptop. Enjoy to watch live stream online National Football League. Stream coverage NFL online tv, Live NFL games watch on sky sports TV, CBS, NBC, bet with sky bet, bet fair TV, ESPN TV, fox sports tv, internet tv. Enjoy NFL live broadcast, live sop cast, live telecast, live coverage, live stream online.Watch Live NFL Games & Live College Football Games Online Here. >>> Don’t Miss the big game show<<< http://watch-nfl-football-live.com/nfllive2014.html
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Skipper Kevin Sinfield Rugby League man who’d never yield. Inspiration to his team, Leeds Rhinos: Living the Dream. Paul Butters
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
paul-butters
Kevin Sinfield (Clerihew)
Skipper Kevin Sinfield Rugby League man who’d never yield. Inspiration to his team, Leeds Rhinos: Living the Dream. Paul Butters
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... We believe, in the power of dreams We dare, to transcend all realms, For every day is a challenge for us It’s our way of life, to aim for the stars In our journey, to the pinnacle of glory We decided to re-write the story, It’s the foundation, for the rise Of a new league of surprise The future is ours for the taking It’s a kingdom of excellence, in the making, Let’s join our hands, and sustain the lead United with a vision to succeed To surpass the stars & shine!
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
raktim-baruah
Shine on
... We believe, in the power of dreams We dare, to transcend all realms, For every day is a challenge for us It’s our way of life, to aim for the stars In our journey, to the pinnacle of glory We decided to re-write the story, It’s the foundation, for the rise Of a new league of surprise The future is ours for the taking It’s a kingdom of excellence, in the making, Let’s join our hands, and sustain the lead United with a vision to succeed To surpass the stars & shine!
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To the boy I fell in love with, When I came up with the idea to write you this I didn't realize how hard it could be to begin, as I have so many thoughts and as we both know I'm not very organized in my thinking. I guess I should probably start with the obvious, I miss you. If I didn't I wouldn't keep writing about you like this. I miss stupid little things, like goofy overtired conversations and the way sitting too close made my arms itch if I was wearing short sleeves. I even miss the things I often hated like League of Legends, and you screaming at your friend when I was trying to sleep, and the way your room was always too warm to actually be comfortable. I guess the second thing would probably be that I'm sorry... For everything. I'm sorry I hurt you and that I never realized how hard it was on you to constantly have to worry about me. I'm sorry I never left my comfort zone enough to keep you interested, and most importantly I'm sorry I was never able to find a way to convince you not to go. And the third would be thank you. You showed me what it is like to feel love and loss and everything in between. You made me finally feel happy enough to want to live my life to the fullest. You showed me parts of myself I didn't even know existed. You changed my life for the better and even though you are gone and moving on from me, I will always be grateful that we crossed paths. To my first love, I hope that you are doing okay. I know you've had some ups and downs in the past few months, and please remember that I am just a phone call away and always will be. I know its really hard for you to ask for help, but if you ever just want someone to sit with you in silence, or take out as a distraction or anything else please don't hesitate to call on me because I won't hesitate to come. I also hope you are eating, watching you shrink before my eyes kind of says otherwise, but still I hope you are staying healthy(ish). Equally importantly, I hope you are happy, and I mean truly happy in your life. I hope you fall in love with someone who deserves the love you are capable of giving, love that not even I was worthy of receiving. To the boy my family also ended up falling in love with, My mom still asks about you. She still tells me "I always liked that boy, and I know you don't go backwards but he may be worthy of an exception to the rule." That is pretty much her way of telling me she misses you. To the boy I thought I could replace, I couldn't. To the boy I wish I could move past, I can't. To the boy who has moved past me, I'm happy for you, I wish you the best, and I'm glad we are at the very least friends still. So, to the boy I fell in love with, Know that despite my best efforts I never fell back out of love with you, and am starting to doubt that I ever truly will.
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
jaide-hall
To The Boy I Fell in Love With
To the boy I fell in love with, When I came up with the idea to write you this I didn't realize how hard it could be to begin, as I have so many thoughts and as we both know I'm not very organized in my thinking. I guess I should probably start with the obvious, I miss you. If I didn't I wouldn't keep writing about you like this. I miss stupid little things, like goofy overtired conversations and the way sitting too close made my arms itch if I was wearing short sleeves. I even miss the things I often hated like League of Legends, and you screaming at your friend when I was trying to sleep, and the way your room was always too warm to actually be comfortable. I guess the second thing would probably be that I'm sorry... For everything. I'm sorry I hurt you and that I never realized how hard it was on you to constantly have to worry about me. I'm sorry I never left my comfort zone enough to keep you interested, and most importantly I'm sorry I was never able to find a way to convince you not to go. And the third would be thank you. You showed me what it is like to feel love and loss and everything in between. You made me finally feel happy enough to want to live my life to the fullest. You showed me parts of myself I didn't even know existed. You changed my life for the better and even though you are gone and moving on from me, I will always be grateful that we crossed paths. To my first love, I hope that you are doing okay. I know you've had some ups and downs in the past few months, and please remember that I am just a phone call away and always will be. I know its really hard for you to ask for help, but if you ever just want someone to sit with you in silence, or take out as a distraction or anything else please don't hesitate to call on me because I won't hesitate to come. I also hope you are eating, watching you shrink before my eyes kind of says otherwise, but still I hope you are staying healthy(ish). Equally importantly, I hope you are happy, and I mean truly happy in your life. I hope you fall in love with someone who deserves the love you are capable of giving, love that not even I was worthy of receiving. To the boy my family also ended up falling in love with, My mom still asks about you. She still tells me "I always liked that boy, and I know you don't go backwards but he may be worthy of an exception to the rule." That is pretty much her way of telling me she misses you. To the boy I thought I could replace, I couldn't. To the boy I wish I could move past, I can't. To the boy who has moved past me, I'm happy for you, I wish you the best, and I'm glad we are at the very least friends still. So, to the boy I fell in love with, Know that despite my best efforts I never fell back out of love with you, and am starting to doubt that I ever truly will.
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I’m not good at being forward I have this habit of becoming disordered I let my emotions change the color of my sleeve In my aspirations I hope to find belief I walk through jungles and rainforests Once in a while I see through the canopy Into the skies of my memories And request that stars dance to the rhythm of us I keep them alive to avoid the gathering of dust My memories, caught in the Pensieve of your eyes Have ignored all the times I told myself lies I may not be your ideal Superman But I’d accept Peter Pan if you’ll go with me to Neverland I’ve rarely been so captivated by a girl Sure, Zooey Deschanel is quirky in New Girl And Emma Watson bewitched me from the start Anna Kendrick was perfect in Pitch Perfect Alex Morgan is the luckiest 13 I’ve ever seen But I choose you! To fill my canteen You quench my thirst when the loneliness dries me I was not made to walk in a desert My heart is an amphibian Living like a Floridian in the ice-cold tundra we call Rexburg You still need the sun, no matter how much it snows I’ll trudge on in the jungle; dormant in the night I’ll carry on with you in mind, until the time is right Once I’ve faced death, or even a spider Then, I think I’ll top the greats; George of the Jungle, Aslan, Mogly, Tarzan, Batman, Peter Pan, Harry Potter, Genghis Kahn, Michael… Jackson or Jordan They’re all kings and I’ll be in their league As I shake off the fatigue and find courage in you To make it through the awkward moment of simply saying “You’re a real kind of gorgeous” In that chorus, played on my rhythm of heartbeats I found my way out of the back streets From deep in the jungle I’ve come to know as Fear A jungle that disappears when your presence is near Sometimes I have to stop walking, stop thinking I feel like I’m on the verge of something spectacular Anything normal might ruin that
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
muggleginger
On the Verge of Spectacular
I’m not good at being forward I have this habit of becoming disordered I let my emotions change the color of my sleeve In my aspirations I hope to find belief I walk through jungles and rainforests Once in a while I see through the canopy Into the skies of my memories And request that stars dance to the rhythm of us I keep them alive to avoid the gathering of dust My memories, caught in the Pensieve of your eyes Have ignored all the times I told myself lies I may not be your ideal Superman But I’d accept Peter Pan if you’ll go with me to Neverland I’ve rarely been so captivated by a girl Sure, Zooey Deschanel is quirky in New Girl And Emma Watson bewitched me from the start Anna Kendrick was perfect in Pitch Perfect Alex Morgan is the luckiest 13 I’ve ever seen But I choose you! To fill my canteen You quench my thirst when the loneliness dries me I was not made to walk in a desert My heart is an amphibian Living like a Floridian in the ice-cold tundra we call Rexburg You still need the sun, no matter how much it snows I’ll trudge on in the jungle; dormant in the night I’ll carry on with you in mind, until the time is right Once I’ve faced death, or even a spider Then, I think I’ll top the greats; George of the Jungle, Aslan, Mogly, Tarzan, Batman, Peter Pan, Harry Potter, Genghis Kahn, Michael… Jackson or Jordan They’re all kings and I’ll be in their league As I shake off the fatigue and find courage in you To make it through the awkward moment of simply saying “You’re a real kind of gorgeous” In that chorus, played on my rhythm of heartbeats I found my way out of the back streets From deep in the jungle I’ve come to know as Fear A jungle that disappears when your presence is near Sometimes I have to stop walking, stop thinking I feel like I’m on the verge of something spectacular Anything normal might ruin that
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she’s the girl who sets a room on fire with laughs or real flame, and she stands in that same flame; ranting about herself with blissful intention: aries. she’s the girl who mows the lawn all day to throw a memorable party on perfectly pitched grass; but then spends the entire party with that one guy on that one roof, just the two of them: taurus. she’s the girl who ***** you fiercest only to then display sudden and crippling bouts of madness; she’s one of a kind, or two of a kind, and she means some kind of love: gemini. she’s the girl who you fall for so easily, and she falls for you so easily, and everything is a dream; but a dream transforms, seasons transform, and the peopled cities with them: cancer. she’s the girl who steals the show every time, and she leans on you when she’s tired and lonely; she reads science fiction books and tells you all the endings, strange planets fixtured in her dreams: leo. she’s the girl who thinks too much, drinks too much, and weighs you for all your words; but words are her demise as she digs her arms deeper into the dirt to catch that feeling: virgo. she’s the girl who piles a shrine of shiny occult objects and spools through men like shiny other objects; she has a beautiful heart, holy or not, but without a doubt, entirely stylish: libra. she’s the girl who doesn't believe a ******* thing you say but kisses you harder when you say it; she takes you up the hill to her folks and they sacrifice you for blood mana: scorpio. she’s the girl who knows you best and knows even better she’s far beyond the depths of your league; she has deafening dreams, with or without you in them; for ruins she will climb or create: sagittarius. she’s the girl who buys the popcorn and eats the popcorn and sulks on the couch while tonguing kernels out of her teeth; she will never truly love you, just the idea of you: capricorn. she’s the girl who saves your life with a tracheotomy when you nearly die on that plum street seed; she will leave you for a another man, a man with a good rifle and a warm little tent: aquarius. she’s the girl who sees synchronicity in all things, all life, all dreams and emanations; she will love you until the smell of mexico drags her away upon a neverending weekend: pisces.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
CoopLee
zodiac
she’s the girl who sets a room on fire with laughs or real flame, and she stands in that same flame; ranting about herself with blissful intention: aries. she’s the girl who mows the lawn all day to throw a memorable party on perfectly pitched grass; but then spends the entire party with that one guy on that one roof, just the two of them: taurus. she’s the girl who ***** you fiercest only to then display sudden and crippling bouts of madness; she’s one of a kind, or two of a kind, and she means some kind of love: gemini. she’s the girl who you fall for so easily, and she falls for you so easily, and everything is a dream; but a dream transforms, seasons transform, and the peopled cities with them: cancer. she’s the girl who steals the show every time, and she leans on you when she’s tired and lonely; she reads science fiction books and tells you all the endings, strange planets fixtured in her dreams: leo. she’s the girl who thinks too much, drinks too much, and weighs you for all your words; but words are her demise as she digs her arms deeper into the dirt to catch that feeling: virgo. she’s the girl who piles a shrine of shiny occult objects and spools through men like shiny other objects; she has a beautiful heart, holy or not, but without a doubt, entirely stylish: libra. she’s the girl who doesn't believe a ******* thing you say but kisses you harder when you say it; she takes you up the hill to her folks and they sacrifice you for blood mana: scorpio. she’s the girl who knows you best and knows even better she’s far beyond the depths of your league; she has deafening dreams, with or without you in them; for ruins she will climb or create: sagittarius. she’s the girl who buys the popcorn and eats the popcorn and sulks on the couch while tonguing kernels out of her teeth; she will never truly love you, just the idea of you: capricorn. she’s the girl who saves your life with a tracheotomy when you nearly die on that plum street seed; she will leave you for a another man, a man with a good rifle and a warm little tent: aquarius. she’s the girl who sees synchronicity in all things, all life, all dreams and emanations; she will love you until the smell of mexico drags her away upon a neverending weekend: pisces.
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You crossover the cutting board Quick witted leather fitted Eyes blasting beautiful rainbows Muscle rippling with truth Capes and cowls Heroes and villains Smiles and scowls A league of Avengers A modern mythology Patterned after past pantheons DC to Marvel The same side of two twisted coins The same lie that I love to enjoy Fiction intertwined with philosophy Violence intertwined with morality Leaving me with these power fantasies Of superhero friends and families You’re on my tv, movie screen In my comic books, novels, And even in my dreams
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
graff1980
Marvel and DC
You crossover the cutting board Quick witted leather fitted Eyes blasting beautiful rainbows Muscle rippling with truth Capes and cowls Heroes and villains Smiles and scowls A league of Avengers A modern mythology Patterned after past pantheons DC to Marvel The same side of two twisted coins The same lie that I love to enjoy Fiction intertwined with philosophy Violence intertwined with morality Leaving me with these power fantasies Of superhero friends and families You’re on my tv, movie screen In my comic books, novels, And even in my dreams
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Hate is a red pair of Jordan's Jealous of what they can't have Swollen with anger Hate derives from jealousy Alway wanting more To fit in with the ballers The 7 foot giants that they'll never be To be cooler than an ice To hit the game winner Crowd roaring Adrenaline pumping and coursing Through aching veins To have swag To be like MJ To be D1 bound To make it to the league To get buckets The string music Composed by the ball swishing though the net But it just isn't as simple As a shiny new pair of shoes New shoe smell Fresh out of the box That cause all this violence Hatred and ruthlessness Blood dripping on the cold dark streets A society where Shoe game is more important than personality
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
callum-krause
Hate is a Red Pair of Jordan's
Hate is a red pair of Jordan's Jealous of what they can't have Swollen with anger Hate derives from jealousy Alway wanting more To fit in with the ballers The 7 foot giants that they'll never be To be cooler than an ice To hit the game winner Crowd roaring Adrenaline pumping and coursing Through aching veins To have swag To be like MJ To be D1 bound To make it to the league To get buckets The string music Composed by the ball swishing though the net But it just isn't as simple As a shiny new pair of shoes New shoe smell Fresh out of the box That cause all this violence Hatred and ruthlessness Blood dripping on the cold dark streets A society where Shoe game is more important than personality
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We spend one day together, in the park and now the sun reminds me of you. It was 29 degrees and the sun still couldn’t match your brightness. 29 degrees and you were still the brightest star in my sky.   I think back to my diary, when I told her we would forge a picnic from the empty living room and yet here we are. The cream carpet, now green grass and my heart melts in your hands. Sizzling air beats down on our pale skin as my heart beats a mile a minute. Sometimes I like to play pretend. Cast myself as the role of your love interest. So during my game I was shocked. When we step foot in your local corner store, when the cashier muttered a “you too, together” I thought I’d alternated reality. Or at least I did for that second and a half. Before you fumbled over your words and tried to find the ones that would break my heart the least. You settled on she’s out of my league, you joked about it once we’ve left. Then I pretended again. I cast myself as your laid back friend, As the girl who has better things to think about then a cashier wrong assumptions. Reality didn’t shift this time. — p.d.e
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
poet-tree
Parks, Squares and Alleys
We spend one day together, in the park and now the sun reminds me of you. It was 29 degrees and the sun still couldn’t match your brightness. 29 degrees and you were still the brightest star in my sky.   I think back to my diary, when I told her we would forge a picnic from the empty living room and yet here we are. The cream carpet, now green grass and my heart melts in your hands. Sizzling air beats down on our pale skin as my heart beats a mile a minute. Sometimes I like to play pretend. Cast myself as the role of your love interest. So during my game I was shocked. When we step foot in your local corner store, when the cashier muttered a “you too, together” I thought I’d alternated reality. Or at least I did for that second and a half. Before you fumbled over your words and tried to find the ones that would break my heart the least. You settled on she’s out of my league, you joked about it once we’ve left. Then I pretended again. I cast myself as your laid back friend, As the girl who has better things to think about then a cashier wrong assumptions. Reality didn’t shift this time. — p.d.e
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THE TORTURING VOICES you see my dad was watching the cricket with us and i watched it with him, and it was very fun, you see we saw australia being beaten by the west indies, because they were so cool, you see, we were the cricket boys and no robber wanted to rob us, because we were into australia’s favourite sport, cricket you see i heard a non realistic image of my father saying brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a man’s kid and i was trying to relax and calmly watch the match and my family were unrealistically teasing me, mind you they were having fun and the words they said were different to me as it was for them brian’s not a mans kid, don’t get kidnapped brian be like us brian’s not a man’s kid, and watched the cricket, ya know trevor chappell doing an underarm ball mum called cricket, anything and everything which has everything you hate well, i don’t believe that, i was feeling like trying to be a mans kid brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid and i was getting these awful visions, i wanted these voices to stop you see people in canberra were doing it too, but they looked like fierce kidnappers and i said you can’t get me, i am a sports watcher so i went home and obsessingly watching the cricket and AFL and rugby league, rugby union you name the sport i watched it, and i fell asleep in front of the sport you see i have this vision that mens kids watch the sport, mens kids watch the sport brian’s not a mans kid, **** off ya hooligan away from us you see, i wanted at that stage a hooligan to my dad and i had someone grab me outside a club and i kicked him saying, get off me ya kidnapper, you won’t get ya hands on me mate and dad was watching the cricket and enjoyed it, but i got frustrated with all that teasing i didn’t want to be kidnap victim and i hate being my families or friends little teasie i battle voices saying how is our little tease doing hey but i hated when people wanted to bully me, saying your family are like us, your not i said i like sport and they said, no you don’t, your family does, and your not like your family mate, your like us now man i told my voices to **** off, and they said, your not like your family, your like us and this made me into a little 2 year old boy, i hated that voice i remember i loved watching agro, which was a funny puppet on channel 7, and the mens kids said don’t watch agro, watch cheezeTV, which was the cartoon show on the other channel and my voices going crazy saying, you are a crazy person, who is too old for baby agro and you are not like your family, your still like us, buddy i screamed out, LEAVE ME ALONE, i am a sports watching mans kid and dads image said brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid but it could’ve been greame thrones kidnapper or patrick dunbars kidnapper i said voices, ‘stop', i wanted to be like my family, they said you are not like your family, your still like us and i said, they look cool, and you guys look stupid, please leave me alone there is also a man who wanted me and my brother tied to a pole, but we felt we weren’t immortal, but cool i went into pubs to dance and watch the sport and i felt like a cool man brian’s not a mans kid brian’s not a mans kid, stay in there koomarri man, get ****** mate went the little homebody kid as i was watching the canberra bushrangers baseball team played, yeah totally awesome dude brian’s not a mans kid, I WISH IT’LL ALL STOP
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
johnny-georgy-brown
VOICES BACK IN THE 90S, SPORTS WATCHER
THE TORTURING VOICES you see my dad was watching the cricket with us and i watched it with him, and it was very fun, you see we saw australia being beaten by the west indies, because they were so cool, you see, we were the cricket boys and no robber wanted to rob us, because we were into australia’s favourite sport, cricket you see i heard a non realistic image of my father saying brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a man’s kid and i was trying to relax and calmly watch the match and my family were unrealistically teasing me, mind you they were having fun and the words they said were different to me as it was for them brian’s not a mans kid, don’t get kidnapped brian be like us brian’s not a man’s kid, and watched the cricket, ya know trevor chappell doing an underarm ball mum called cricket, anything and everything which has everything you hate well, i don’t believe that, i was feeling like trying to be a mans kid brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid and i was getting these awful visions, i wanted these voices to stop you see people in canberra were doing it too, but they looked like fierce kidnappers and i said you can’t get me, i am a sports watcher so i went home and obsessingly watching the cricket and AFL and rugby league, rugby union you name the sport i watched it, and i fell asleep in front of the sport you see i have this vision that mens kids watch the sport, mens kids watch the sport brian’s not a mans kid, **** off ya hooligan away from us you see, i wanted at that stage a hooligan to my dad and i had someone grab me outside a club and i kicked him saying, get off me ya kidnapper, you won’t get ya hands on me mate and dad was watching the cricket and enjoyed it, but i got frustrated with all that teasing i didn’t want to be kidnap victim and i hate being my families or friends little teasie i battle voices saying how is our little tease doing hey but i hated when people wanted to bully me, saying your family are like us, your not i said i like sport and they said, no you don’t, your family does, and your not like your family mate, your like us now man i told my voices to **** off, and they said, your not like your family, your like us and this made me into a little 2 year old boy, i hated that voice i remember i loved watching agro, which was a funny puppet on channel 7, and the mens kids said don’t watch agro, watch cheezeTV, which was the cartoon show on the other channel and my voices going crazy saying, you are a crazy person, who is too old for baby agro and you are not like your family, your still like us, buddy i screamed out, LEAVE ME ALONE, i am a sports watching mans kid and dads image said brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid but it could’ve been greame thrones kidnapper or patrick dunbars kidnapper i said voices, ‘stop', i wanted to be like my family, they said you are not like your family, your still like us and i said, they look cool, and you guys look stupid, please leave me alone there is also a man who wanted me and my brother tied to a pole, but we felt we weren’t immortal, but cool i went into pubs to dance and watch the sport and i felt like a cool man brian’s not a mans kid brian’s not a mans kid, stay in there koomarri man, get ****** mate went the little homebody kid as i was watching the canberra bushrangers baseball team played, yeah totally awesome dude brian’s not a mans kid, I WISH IT’LL ALL STOP
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Imagine all the things I could have been And all the places I could have seen I should have married that girl From Bethnal Green A beauty queen So serene Until the day alcohol ruined my life Imagine all the books I could have read All those words now left unsaid I went out and got ****** instead Fell down the stairs and broke my leg 10 pints and I’m ready for bed The day alcohol ruined my life Mad for it Mondays Two for one Tuesdays Wet your whistle Wednesdays Thirsty Thursdays Back on the razz on Friday Just some of the days Alcohol ruined my life I could have been professional footballer One of the greats And the League’s top scorer Up there with Bobby Zamora Sponsored by Adidas and Diadora Scored an overhead kick From a ******* corner Until the day alcohol ruined my life I should have been a movie star Champagne and caviar Me and Arnie in the Terminator Sunset strip and the boulevard ******* hookers and fast cars Enough money to fly to Mars Until the day alcohol ruined my life The day alcohol ruined my life I lost my kids And lost my wife I woke up in East Fife On the day Alcohol ruined my life
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
northernpoet
The Day Alcohol Ruined My Life
Imagine all the things I could have been And all the places I could have seen I should have married that girl From Bethnal Green A beauty queen So serene Until the day alcohol ruined my life Imagine all the books I could have read All those words now left unsaid I went out and got ****** instead Fell down the stairs and broke my leg 10 pints and I’m ready for bed The day alcohol ruined my life Mad for it Mondays Two for one Tuesdays Wet your whistle Wednesdays Thirsty Thursdays Back on the razz on Friday Just some of the days Alcohol ruined my life I could have been professional footballer One of the greats And the League’s top scorer Up there with Bobby Zamora Sponsored by Adidas and Diadora Scored an overhead kick From a ******* corner Until the day alcohol ruined my life I should have been a movie star Champagne and caviar Me and Arnie in the Terminator Sunset strip and the boulevard ******* hookers and fast cars Enough money to fly to Mars Until the day alcohol ruined my life The day alcohol ruined my life I lost my kids And lost my wife I woke up in East Fife On the day Alcohol ruined my life
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I always reached for the stars thinking that it was you. In my life full of chaos, you were the one who gave me a colorful hue. I watched you as you swayed your body Throughout this catchy rhythm and loud melody. Your smiles that worth thousands of butterflies Our fate is impossible to catch in our eyes. I prayed every night to hug you and kiss you before I sleep For in your sparkling eyes made me easily leap It doesn’t matter how long I’d wait Rumors around started to burn into hate You are the star twinkling at the darkest skies Your every movements are watched in every eyes How I wish I was beside you Holding, hugging and comforting you Optimistic words that encourage you to do better My heart is really shot like a jagger Then I realized I’m out of your league The endeavors will never be with us even if I beg
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
felicewrites
Out Of Your League
I always reached for the stars thinking that it was you. In my life full of chaos, you were the one who gave me a colorful hue. I watched you as you swayed your body Throughout this catchy rhythm and loud melody. Your smiles that worth thousands of butterflies Our fate is impossible to catch in our eyes. I prayed every night to hug you and kiss you before I sleep For in your sparkling eyes made me easily leap It doesn’t matter how long I’d wait Rumors around started to burn into hate You are the star twinkling at the darkest skies Your every movements are watched in every eyes How I wish I was beside you Holding, hugging and comforting you Optimistic words that encourage you to do better My heart is really shot like a jagger Then I realized I’m out of your league The endeavors will never be with us even if I beg
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