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darrean Apr 2018
jack lile copper goldy shin star

By darrean Thompson

There are 4 dogs jack,lile, copper and goldy and their friends who are cats  star and shin. hay jack lets go to the barn said copper. ok, I am coming . goldy should we follow them said lile I guess so said goldy .they went to the barn and they see star and shin on a cow then they came down to play they played with the sheep and the Chicken. then the farmer came in and pick up star and shin then we followed him to the house for food.

2 hours later
Shin is asleep, lile, jack also asleep .copper and goldy went and played in the field and they saw a wolf it got goldy !!!!!!!! noooooooooooo! copper went to shin star lile jack. jack asked what happened. well me and goldy went to play in the field and there was a wolf it got goldy

part 2 next week  by darrean Thompson
not a pome my free write
#me
darrean May 2018
Ms. Gilley vs. Mr. Frame
By Darrean Thompson
10/19/16

One day at school we heard a crazy unexpected announcement by Ms.Gilley.   Everybody gasped as they heard her say  “the teachers want us to wear uniforms at school from now on.  Boys will be wearing blue suits with red ties.  The girls will also have the same colors but can choose between a skirt or pants.  We will give you each three outfits every year.”

Soon as Ms. Gilley put the microphone down, Mr.Frame came on the announcements yelling “there will be no uniforms.” We all yelled “hooray” while plugging our ears.  We could hear them arguing, Mr. Frame must have dropped the microphone and not turned it off.  They were very loud and we wondered who would win. The kids were split on this, half wanted Ms. Gilley to win.  The other half wanted Mr. Frame.

The kids started a riot, they were throwing desks and shooting pencils everywhere.  The teachers were running door to door asking the kids to stop.  The kids did not stop. The teachers went into the Teachers’ Lounge to hide from the kids.  I, Darrean Thompson, decided to try to fix this.  I followed the teachers looking for Mr. Frame and Ms. Gilley.

I found them having a paper ball war from their offices. I yelled “Stop with this war. This is idiotic. Why can’t we just wear the uniforms if we want?”

Mr. Frame and Ms. Gilley gave each other a look and said “hmmm...it just might work.”

Ms. Gilley picked up the microphone, which was still on, and said “Kids we need to stop.  Thanks to Darrean Thompson’s great idea, we have decided that you can choose to wear the uniforms or not.”  

The whole school started to cheer and I saved the day!


jack lile copper goldy shine star

By Darrean Thompson

There are 4 dogs jack,lile, copper and goldy and their friends who are cats  star and shin. hay jack lets go to the barn said copper. ok, I am coming . goldy should we follow them said lile I guess so said goldy .they went to the barn and they see star and shin on a cow then they came down to play they played with the sheep and the Chicken. then the farmer came in and pick up star and shin then we followed him to the house for food.2 hours later
Shin is asleep, lile, jack also asleep .copper and goldy went and played in the field and they saw a wolf it got goldy !!!!!!!! noooooooooooo! copper went to shin star lile jack. jack asked what happened. well me and goldy went to play in the field and there was a wolf it got goldyJack lile copper star shin r on their way to get goldy.they found a trail and they went on the  trail.Then in has be to hours later they see a cave and they go in the cave and they saw the wolf and goldy the wolf went back to awer house . we r have way there and it's night we go to sleep and wake up at the house . i guess it was a dream we all  said. Then the wolf was at the trail and then jack blinked and it was gon
lock
One day a man name Arthur his friend max. They went in the wood it was dark they went to find the dog .
Then they fell in a bomb shelter. Then the door shut they find the dog they find a switch for the lite .They wear trap the good side is  they have food.
Day2 they got 1 can to eat they found cards but they had no signal on their phones we played  so we played cards
Day3  we got bord so we tried to get out we can't it opins on the outside then we ate a can
Day4 it is max's b day  we can't celebrate it  
Day??  We had 6 cans in these days we have 95 cans left
Day23 We think we find a plugin we carg our phones  we have games but they get boring
Day 24 we get out from lile and we were glad
lori

Where was a bubble and it had a house in it and there was a cat cloud their pusht it . lori walks in the bubble and she is imagining her violin at a quiet place it has be sometime now she said . I need to get out,  then she is in the forest and she sees a ******* a swig she goes to see her face and she sees her face and it was her and then she wakes up in her house. And then she asked her parents to ask if there is a bubble house.
The End
love it
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2018
a bit like listening to
enya's take on the lord of the rings
soundtrack...
who, the ****, wouldn't
wish to drown, listening
to these Celtic mermaids?
i know i would...

the lunch?
salad....
  cherry tomatoes, fresh pepper,
fresh chillies...
      guacamole with chillies...
god, infused with lime...
greek goat's cheese...
           crunch iceberg lettuce...
and?
****... must have missed somethng...
well...
there was also prosciutto...
like i once said:
i hate bacon...
    prosciutto?
             give me a bucket-load
and i'll play the chipmunk...

   god i hate bacon...
ugh...
     it's lile eating gorilla turds
with a comparison
to what tuna steaks will never be,
and what smoked
salmon slices share with
prosciutto...

the bits that make a whiskey...
smoked salmon...
           if the Japanese will not
entertain salt in their sushi?
**** it...
we'll smoke the ******* out...

what a glorious statement of
attaching oneself to hubris...
  and the Celtic mermaids?
one question:
can i drown, right here and now?!
i want to drown!
i want to turn into a merman!
i want to cry!
oh god... for all eternity!
i want to cry!
i want to cry when
beauty is expressed so piquantly!

i want to be acknowledged
my by second mother, art,
who would never dare
to engage in the ancient greek
ritual of placing two coins
over my eyes to pay
Charon...

             oh sweet Celtic mermaids
from a missing Odyssey!
I.R.A.: punch the grieving
paw of the Anglican lion
surrendering
with a take on dentistry!

i want to drown...
   you songs turn the salty
seas into sugary fountains!
   i want to drown!
embraced by your voices
in the choir or the echoing
chambers of oyster shells!

   i never liked sushi to begin
with...
either the north sea smoked salmon
slices...
or the Baltic Sea raw herrings...

                 the English?
leave them...
   congregating on the money...
surmounting there sphere of influence,
the Atlantic Ocean that becomes
a pond...
   leave them... bestow a leverage of
stalling them...
         keep them comfortable...
keep them exclusionary...
  keep them: 50+ years too late...
that will buy us time...

           keep them sifting through rat ****...
we need them disorientated,
looking at a cul de sac,
rather than a road with, other, road
genesis injunctions
of what life, twist and burden turn
we have to share...

         now... i don't cry because
i'm sad...
      i cry... when beauty is made
sacrificial...
             and since so few cry at beauty?
i have to cry...
because?
  whatever is being regurgitated
mainstream?
   does not gravitate me
to the necessary emotional stratum...

all i can think of is...
  
               Celtic mermaids of Ireland...
and drinking buddies of Scottish
trans-gender kilt highlanders,
Welsh longbow men spies
   of Swansea...
   and the English?
guess it's just a case of talking:
"right across the... 'pond'"...
     like ******* are...
pond people my ******* god...

          i would have feigned the delusion
of... a shared tongue = a shared
cultural reference!
but in sudoku?!

   linear + sq. ≠ diagonal -

England and the U.S. and Australia?!
a dog barking up the wrong tree...
it always was, it always will be...

          i'll rephrase my concept
of England and America...
   being "specially" connected...
what? like retards?!

                        Pontius Pilate:
i'm washing my hands clean of the affair...

ask a Swiss... what he might have felt
about **** Germany!
no?
                           no what?!

      this country already constituted
a perfected allowance to deem my
ethnicity equivalent to vermin,
rats.... foxes...

     well... better this commentary
stays underground...
i wouldn't want some, ******,
reading this sort of wording;

mind you, he, it, she, they,
might forget it 10 minutes later.      

god, i hate bacon...
   but prosciutto?
                            as long as it's combined
in a salad...
  with fresh veg., and greek
goat's cheese...
    no, *******, problem!

SPRING ONIONS!
Prabhu Iyer Nov 2014
I set a paper rocket flyin', and it hurtled into space
breaking off gravity - all the way to Mars orbity!

Now everyone's surprised, coz a mere paper rag
flew up high and reached that rarefied lile where
only the costliest of junkets lounge leisurely by.

They said you're stupid, you got a paper twit to beg
and you've wampered even that away: how dares
a hungry haggard send missives down the skies?

I stand staring, starry eyed. This is an old squint,
that I got learning to look the other way as
my brothers starved and pottered on the streets
when cotton and coal funneled to Manchester leets.

But last heard, papa John's makin' paper boats
to swim by them snooty stars and there's a scramble
at my yards to get some ******* to the Moon.
As you like it
darrean Apr 2018
Jack lile copper star shin r on their way to get goldy.they found a trail and they went on the trail.Then it has been to hours later they see a cave and they go into the cave and they saw the wolf and goldy the wolf went back to our house. we r have way there and it's the night we go to sleep and wake up at the house. I guess it was a dream we all said. Then the wolf was on the trail and then jack blinked and it was gon
By Darrean Thompson
Uh
I heart haters *******
N spectators
Congratulations
You just assist my promotions
**** a notion
I rock flows tighter than ya ***** clothes
N ***** hole
Bump Lamar n J Cole
Cnotes of **** at least in the bowl
Never will i fold
Them critics be  suspicious ridiculous
On my **** cuz its so delicious
No diamonds are precious here
I make cumbulus clouds drop tears
Another fear
Sent by me cuz im ya nemesis
Takin' on all of the genesis
Its beginnin' of my slaughterhouse
Created the world in six days
On the seven i came out the crud of clay
Judgment day
When they see me they pray
Lile Muslims givin' honor Mecca
Ultimate wrecker microphone check
One two im.comimg with words that spew
Turn leechers face blue you n yo crew
Can catch a contact
But cant numb me my raw raps
Leave you guessin' n stressin' im a blessin'
In disguise close ya eyes
Say with me " im the best"
Just before i give you a pass
I put 3 in ya chest
For tha holy the father and the son
Never disrespect the don corelone
Kiss my rings when you see me
When i spit on the mic
They nostrils flare glare
and quote
"it's the ghost of
B--I--G"

Why yall sportin' honeys
Im flashin' money
By the ton like CBo
My career shine like Glo Mo
Movin' so fast
Got my critics in slow mo
you ******* can kiss the rain bow
******* check how my **** hangs low
**** slow spit sloppy
We gettin' busy in a bugguati
Killuminati got my own imperial
We makin' mad loot
Clockin' our own serials
My team dangerous in guns we trust
Not God wipe out the must
Get away cleab if ya kniw what i mean
Dip the scene extract the cream
From these powder puff emcees geez?
Why so much of em
Try to talk hard but end up of roughin' em
Now they in bluff
I say quick prayer shots off to the head
Dome put em to rest the best
To ever mic test mic murderer natural born killer
Im deservin' tha
Praise keep eyebrows raised yall gettin' played
I sprayem with my venom like raid
Like roaches they only come in the dark
Once i put the spark
They clear out of the park
My rolex gets ***** with ease
Pack desert ease
If ya wanna test I'll make chest sneeze
Oozin' with blood soaked clothes
Now count them holes
Embedded passin' me forget it now ya admitted
To I C U now i see you gaspin' for breath
Close ya teary eyes be prepared for death as i..


robbie roe wanted to read a book

and his mates were ribbing him good

and robbie said leave me alone

his mates said neh, cause robbie you are still lile us now man

robbie roe sat down and watched the news

his mates were ribbing him good

robbie said leave me alone

i want to see the news

and his mates said, they don’t care because you are still like us

robbie wanted to look at the internet

reading the wikapedia about some girl they knew

his mates ribbed him good again

and then this went on for months and months

robbie roe was worried because every time he did something relaxing

his mates ribbed him, robbioe doesn’t want to get ribbed like thus

he wants to learn about who to avoid on the street

when there are new tablets to take for various illnesses

new cars on the market for japan and when an actress has a baby

and it tells you all about christmas being about the birth of jesus christ

how he laid in the manger on christmas day in a holiday inn

it shows through history there are so many stories which sound the same

robbie watched a hospital dramas and his mates ribbed him good

because his mates wanted the world to stay ready for them and leave stuoid robbie to squirm

like the little young dude that he is

you see robbie watched casualty and they had this woman with blood all over her

and robbie said if he was her doctor he will try and figure out why the blood was there

and then operate if needs be

robbies mates just laughed at him and said you are a woosey robbie

robbie said, every time i read a good story watch the news or read the internet

my so called mates laugh and poke fun at him

what was their problem thought robbie, jealous, i guess
darrean Apr 2018
lock

One day a man name Arthur his friend max. They went in the wood it was dark they went to find the dog .
Then they fell in a bomb shelter. Then the door shut they find the dog they find a switch for the lite .They wear trap the good side is  they have food.

Day2 they got 1 can to eat they found cards but they had no signal on their phones we played  so we
played cards
Day3  we got bord so we tried to get out we can't it opins on the outside then we ate a can
Day4 it is max's b day  we can't celebrate it
Day??  We had 6 cans in these days we have 95 cans left
Day23 We think we find a plugin we carg our phones  we have games but they get boring
Day 24 we get out from lile and we were glad
Sharde' Fultz Mar 2020
I want to believe I haven't lost it
That THING
That thing that makes me feel like
im really doing something
Lile these aren't just words thrown together
Or intended to rhyme
Or too deliberately "deep"
But that thing that once you're done
You're proud. But not too proud.
It stands alone
Yet you always feel it's just a little unfinished.
But you dare not touch it.

I want to believe I still have that thing that's real
That I haven't let time and hardship harden a gift that was born in me once upon a time when I thought the world was a different place

A time that has begun to feel like someone else owned those thoughts
Lived the feelings that bore those inspirations
When those words came from the what ifs
And hubris
I want to believe that thing is still there
And still precious.
And while today it knows what life has carved me into
That it too was being carved
And can place these words together
In such a way that I know it's true
And its mine
Bunny May 2020
her eyes are round like orbs, 

they are hazel lile the nut.

her hair is golden and wavy, 

however it is not thin. 

her face is a little round 

and her cheeks are a little chubby

always flushed like roses

her lips are plump like cherries

her body has curves like an hourglass 

her ******* are round and beautiful 

and her *******, the same color of her lips,

are like little peaks

her beautiful body is what makes

me love her, however

her personality is what counts. 


9/20/2018
found this going through old school work
Darkside darkside,
Where many souls hide,
To try to cover the collide,
Of souls walking down slides,
No vibrations,
Or tones, just repetitions of the ****,
Or many blunts, to smoke on,
Maggot brain,
Understand ya grain,
You only get one chance, to gain,
The world coated riches
Hope you pick this,
Materialism, spin the ism, plus the capital, of the capitol,
Mechanism, similiar to a guerilla,
Who could come off this ill,
Lab rat, hood pharmacuedical ****,
Peep the glance,
White coats, with blue gloves dance,
To the tunes of poison theory,
Yall dont hear me,
Consciousness grow weary, when i gather real, folks near me,
Rise a nation, without the radio station,
Take this take that, but ill be dammed, if they take my gat,
I stay up to bat,
Switch sides, now peep that hoo ride, see who glide,
Lile Clyde, chillest brother puttin' spit to a St Ides,
Im old school, like Dunkaroos, my millenials aint feelin' you,
These newbies, scared of *******,
Got every body, lookin' loosey,
Men is women, women is men, what the **** is this, type trend,
I back em down with ten,
Shots bet i they all become rock,
Pause that,
Reverse that, foul on play, fifteen yards to give away,
Im like Brady touching Tamba Bay,
So better beware, when these lyrics prey,
Babatunde Raimi Feb 2020
Nobody endures pain
Like a mother trying to stay strong
That her kids may win
Once I saw a Gazzelle sacrifice her life
To two hungry Cheetahs
That her little one may live
That much is how strong mothers love is

No one endures pain like a mother
She spends extra time in the bathroom
That the droplets of water washes away her tears
She sheds them secretly
Making us think she is super human
Can you pause and say a prayer
God bless my Sweet Momma

Tell me, who loves more than a mother
She carried you in her womb
Breastfed you that you may have life
She fought everyone who stood against you
When you fix a mere electric bulb
She calls everyone to come see her Engineer

Tell me, who is it that sings you lullaby?
Tells you bedtime stories
Attends your parents meeting
Your Doctor when you fall ill
She is your behaviorial specialist
Goes hungry that you may be full
Your numero uno role model
There is no oracle lile your Momma

If you have neglected your Momma
You have committed sacrilege
Desecrated ecclessiastic laws
The mother of a Doctor is a Doctor
The mother of a Lawyer is a lawyer
She made you, don't neglect her now
Act right, love her, take care of her
This is the secret of sustainable success
Do the right thing, visit, dial that number now...
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2020
i just want to live a little: drink a little
ms. amber and most definitely
spill some of her on some pretend mahogany...
like i might be toasting
with the dead...

         all this life: so thoroughly
uncomplicated: sustained by uncomplications...
slyly smoke one cigarette...
perhaps two... at most three...
and still tell the white lie:
yes, i've quit smoking tobacco...

insert both snigger and a giggle:
but i love the taste and the momentary
****** of carbon monoxide
into the brain...
so, yeah: i probably might quit...
when i see a blue moon
or an u.f.o.
         "problem" i have seen the latter
and... it was all squid lile
and phosphorescent
and piccadilly circus esque neons...
i had no phone to take
a picture with...
at best... i could have shouted
at it or thrown a beer bottle at it...
for jokes...

hell: back into the life of...
mediocre...
                 into the general area of
prescribed grey...
into sitting on a couch
and not feeding goosebump
sensations of a roller-coaster...
it's enough that a main ****
luvvie-dubby is willing
to snuggle up to me...
for reasons i am trying to understand:

why do animals... like...
certain people...
why are children inquisitive about
this lineage of frankenstein...
i don't know what i would have
to get up to being given the graces
of a dorian grey outlook...
if i were handsome and generically
pristine...

i just, oh: i just don't know...
i couldn't feed mining for both coal
and idiosyncrasy -
this is me...
    jumping trains: just pretend...

a poem a day keeps the psychiatrists away...
and the priests and the prostitutes...
or so i hope...
given that i have had dealings
with all three...
it's not wonder that i want
to exhaust a need to rekindle interactions
with these assorted lots of toothpicks...

how ******* bogus it must sounds:
my soul hurts...
pose that question to any
atheist or proto-materialists
and the remedy would be what?
synonym counter of asthma?
my soul ache...
                         an itch i cannot scratch...
blessings these concerning
toothaches...
i finally appreciate...
a need for toothaches...
a toothache allows me a gratitude
for three-dimensional orientation...
i've leave this ol' oyster of a tongue
behind: to prove the point...

- so that's why i will never write
a novel!
i abhor lying: i like being robotic...
plain monochrome and at best
two-dimensional when i use words...
to lie to write fiction -
bold underlying essence of
imagination...
but it's hard when you are
curated for outlets that don't
allow imagination to be detailed
with a willingness on your beset
exhaustion of will...

      the detail in the symptom of:
negated ease...
let's just cut corners and write
a proper cipher...

yes... this evening...
i will settle for all these words of truth...
truth can be shortened
and can't be faked...
i'll take the swagger with
the freely available whiskers of whiss and key
and... doing some cliche
"queer" - ahem - "thing"...

some the smiths
or some
                 placebo... covers...
hell.. the gun club - or some fugazi...
something that allowed itself
to age...
            after a morning listening
to bbc radio 3... i don't exactly shake
with inheritance to repay
a life of bach or schumann or schubert
or... prokofiev...
the freely available material
had all the overtones of
      giving out governmental relief...

so that's how it feels: to beg...
              come to think of it...
when art can be settled as a solitary project...
when an oeuvre can be reached:
it's there a procrastinating absentee
horizon's worth...
  this goo this google this custard:
this fudge-brain sloth...
                        accenting out a replica
Kandinsky...
this is enough: this is most certainly enough...
i can still retain pride
and i can still retain "honour"...
because what i've written didn't
take much: it rarely should...
i will settle for the lazily done so...
and put all my energies
on glug-glug-glug
   and the ears propped up to the smiths...

to write fiction would be
what has to be so impossible for me...
to lie: it's not that i abhor lying:
i just find myself incapable to do it...
and if fiction is not lying:
then it's probably, at best...
imagining oneself as lying...
    i have been grieved with
symptoms that stress:
some things you will rarely want
to imagine...

              to be alone in a house
where sometimes you hear a murmur
of a cat waking from one
sleeping session
beckoning a second...
and there' a pristine vacancy
of a talk outlet reaching your...
meta-hearing...
meta-ear...                   it's all a jargon...
but if you know what words
to be equipped with...

                   for all its worth...
a feast of a day... and i didn't force myself
to remember Paris from circa 2004 - 2007.

— The End —