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The Atlanta Falcons ,  defender of the city in a sport of the passionate ! A longtime cold weather tradition of the Peanut State with youth , high school and university alike ......Memories that conjure Van Brocklin , Nobis , Humphrey , Van Note , Bartkowski and Ryan . Fall is for dark green numbered fields , pageantry , struggle as tactician , athlete and opponent mired in battle , bestowing honor , emotion , and pride in the warriors of yesteryear , locked in the spirit of competition , sportsmanship and Georgia folklore !...
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Football Sunday
Life’s moments and happenings are like little thieves They don’t want any money They still take it Putting salt on cracked lips, stealing the warmth of a heart Sobs resonate in lonely halls Everything reeks Of lifeless dust Even darkness can’t fight them off Or push away the pain The cold, swift figures taste like hatred Longtime friend with the soul of a sister Offers a consoling embrace It bleeds good feelings Now they want our money Thieves aren’t fair, nor logical No rhyme No reason Life’s a poorly written song Bad music ***** The bold melody clashes With its vague accompaniment We didn’t want them so we welcomed them ‘There must be some way out of here’ Said the joker to the thief I don’t think there is any way out The precious tokens of life should be protected By an army of mindlessly trained children Who fall in love with the thieves Whose forgiving minds omit the fear Thieves call us easy We are forever sobbing Cries heard only by past selves and invisible belongings When we prove we are great And pass impassable tests Everything will return We aren’t capable of such feats Our memories sing us haunting songs We cry out with our salty lips And empty hearts Robbed of any motivation Robbed of any care Robbed of love
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
Thieves
What is home without our daughter?      What then of all those folk we meet? When her dimpled smile no longer      Brightens the coming of our feet? Days drag onward, long nights grow drear      As time so coldly marches on; And how we miss her golden cheer!      When now those carefree days are gone. Things we prize are quick to vanish,      Fond hearts we love to pass away;— And how soon, e'en in life's sorrow      Yearn we for noisy hours to stay. Eyes grow sad, fades life's brief glow,      For golden days longtime have passed, And it breaks mother's heart to know—      Gay childhood's day is o'er at last. Many folk bemoan their trifles,      Trivial things to pass away, But a daughter lost to childhood      Breaks the heart from day to day. Laid away tired broken toys;      Her babyish prattle, antics past; Upon these times we miss her noise.      She has turned a woman at last.                   ~Hilda~
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC
Our Daughter
-on a leader's departure He who has no heart, may fill the hole with quick success and loud dreams; but greatness and eternal joy may be reserved for brotherhood.      Step down, step back now. When you emerged, a triumph over longtime racial neglect, you confirmed: we all are, we all can be brothers.      It's simply our choice. Each one of us deserves respect, each one deserves care, just for the plain fact of being alive. No plight, no suffering, no fear apply, no merit whatsoever needs to be added. As darkness closes in on us, your fraternal reign stands out even more. No, it cannot end this way; move on, travel this world, but don't forget us; encourage us, anyhow, anytime, with your brotherly advice.      Say "Hope", say "Hope again!"
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
Fraternity
happy birthday companion longtime years happy birthday be happy never be sad happy birthday my great friend and whose candle never die away never happy birthday I tell you on this day so that you are always like the sun so that you always have a ball like the sky is forever forever forever forever beautiful happy birthday i tell you my friend eternal friend my faithful who will not leave never came close to me which is like millions like a bright star with the day birthday I tell you happy birthday today and do not leave me be happy my friend be happy and meet you love and freedom this human let your candles burn just like you and let the rain not cloud happy birthday i tell you yesterday and today and I will always say my faithful faithful friend my real true true friend which I have never had an understanding knowing and feeling congratulations on your holiday great poet and let your soul always warm you and don't let this rain overshadow you he plays only for your happiness and fire he plays only for your coming and eternal love 21.10.18
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
On The Birthday Of Maxim Kulikov.
My Biggest Mistake.. I won't say that I love you Cause I've said it too MUCH I won't tell you that I miss you Cause I never heard you say IT I won't say that I want you Cause I could never be under such a TITLE Only a fool would believe all the things you SAY... I don't feel a connection with you Cause all I ever heard from you were LIES I don't feel protected around you   Cause all I ever did was felt UNSAFE I don't feel loved when im with you Cause all I ever did was be a second OPTION Only a fool would stick around for such a very LONGTIME I can't take it anymore Cause all you ever did was PRETEND I can't even believe I once called you my bestfriend Cause all you ever did was USE ME I can't see you in my future Cause all you'll ever do is stay in the PAST Only a fool would continue to follow you down the same path I feel bad for the next person Cause all you ever do is FRONT I feel free free Cause now I can be on some me **** I feel like making you feel my pain Cause jealousy is the KEY Now you are officially my rebound you had me picking pedals off of roses because I didn't know if you loved me or loved me not BUT now im officially calling it quits with you and anyone else who has a problem with my decision because I stand tall shouting me, myself, I... I was born alone so ima die alone having a CHEATER is the last thing on my mind focusing on what's really important which happens to be school so mister nameless you have finally been put under the bus now as they say "Once a Cheater always a Cheater" now I know what was wrong with this picture loving you was my biggest mistake! By Zyanneh Frazier
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
My Biggest Mistake
My Biggest Mistake.. I won't say that I love you Cause I've said it too MUCH I won't tell you that I miss you Cause I never heard you say IT I won't say that I want you Cause I could never be under such a TITLE Only a fool would believe all the things you SAY... I don't feel a connection with you Cause all I ever heard from you were LIES I don't feel protected around you   Cause all I ever did was felt UNSAFE I don't feel loved when im with you Cause all I ever did was be a second OPTION Only a fool would stick around for such a very LONGTIME I can't take it anymore Cause all you ever did was PRETEND I can't even believe I once called you my bestfriend Cause all you ever did was USE ME I can't see you in my future Cause all you'll ever do is stay in the PAST Only a fool would continue to follow you down the same path I feel bad for the next person Cause all you ever do is FRONT I feel free free Cause now I can be on some me **** I feel like making you feel my pain Cause jealousy is the KEY Now you are officially my rebound you had me picking pedals off of roses because I didn't know if you loved me or loved me not BUT now im officially calling it quits with you and anyone else who has a problem with my decision because I stand tall shouting me, myself, I... I was born alone so ima die alone having a CHEATER is the last thing on my mind focusing on what's really important which happens to be school so mister nameless you have finally been put under the bus now as they say "Once a Cheater always a Cheater" now I know what was wrong with this picture loving you was my biggest mistake! By Zyanneh Frazier
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Uh oh, I feel it It's coming again One more unwanted visit From my longtime friend There's no notice given As he barges right in And no length to his stay Don't know when it will end He takes over my space As if it's always been Just his place and not mine Who's the one paying rent? Feel my presence erased Put on hold and suspend Don't confront; Do not face Feel I can not defend Everyday forced to face Sadly, what could have been Feeling lost and disgraced I'm imprisoned again In this bottomless pit Where reality bends Won't give up; Will not quit Digging out with a pen Beg for mercy and pleas In these notes that I send Penned emotionally On my life it depends Don't just look; Need to see The real trouble I'm in My words quietly scream Fight alone I can't win Someone please just help me A spare hand you can lend Don't need much to be free Very little you'll spend But without it I'll bleed Boxer who can't contend I'm struck down in defeat Ref has counted to ten Not how it has to be Room is starting to spin Get me up on my feet Reset this bowling pin Knock me flat in the street   Won't sit still like a hen Punching bag that you beat Think I'm yours; That is when Rising up suddenly Spirit back on the mend You're the one looking weak Everything is pretend Cleaning house; Need to sweep From this filth I've been cleansed Helped in my time of need Thankfully by my friends Days ahead bright for me My life here want to spend But can't get too comfy He will strike; Don't know when Out my eye hole I peep Could return once again Promising not to leave Me and my longtime friend
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
My longtime friend
Uh oh, I feel it It's coming again One more unwanted visit From my longtime friend There's no notice given As he barges right in And no length to his stay Don't know when it will end He takes over my space As if it's always been Just his place and not mine Who's the one paying rent? Feel my presence erased Put on hold and suspend Don't confront; Do not face Feel I can not defend Everyday forced to face Sadly, what could have been Feeling lost and disgraced I'm imprisoned again In this bottomless pit Where reality bends Won't give up; Will not quit Digging out with a pen Beg for mercy and pleas In these notes that I send Penned emotionally On my life it depends Don't just look; Need to see The real trouble I'm in My words quietly scream Fight alone I can't win Someone please just help me A spare hand you can lend Don't need much to be free Very little you'll spend But without it I'll bleed Boxer who can't contend I'm struck down in defeat Ref has counted to ten Not how it has to be Room is starting to spin Get me up on my feet Reset this bowling pin Knock me flat in the street   Won't sit still like a hen Punching bag that you beat Think I'm yours; That is when Rising up suddenly Spirit back on the mend You're the one looking weak Everything is pretend Cleaning house; Need to sweep From this filth I've been cleansed Helped in my time of need Thankfully by my friends Days ahead bright for me My life here want to spend But can't get too comfy He will strike; Don't know when Out my eye hole I peep Could return once again Promising not to leave Me and my longtime friend
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Get up And go Move far, far away Into your future Let no one put out your Burning fire Move away from your childhood And settle into adulthood While your longtime friends like I Still have the souls of children I don't care if you forget me As long as I know you've moved somewhere Great
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Moving On
*I remember the first time I said hello The evening sky was funny blue But the Sunset was somewhat mellow And to tell the truth I hadn't a clue Of what I was upto speaking like that Thought it would exasperate But instead you laughed from the start While I went on, and I felt great I've met a lot of girls in my endeavors Yet meeting you was my favorite Straight away you did me no favors But yes, that was just alright I realized you were a thing worth the strive And winning you over after a longtime,I felt alive*
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
THE STRIVE
It has found me again ! Here it is right in front of me, Smiling ironicly at me, Snuggling up to me and won’t let go ! Telling me how much he missed me How much he missed my mood and my attitude. My longtime friend ! I don’t even know if I should objectify « It » or personify « him » I though we will never see each other again I though I won’t have to deal with him again People often say you can’t control things that are out of your reach You don’t have any power on certain things I have defeated him once. Am I able to do it again this time ? Am I weak or am I just giving up ? Letting him invade me ! Invade my space, my privacy, my inner peace and my mood ! Do I have the strength to be in a perpetual figth with It ! I want to chase him for good Get him out of my mind and out of my soul Bury him deep in a place unknown, Where the lost souls wander around and never return Somewhere he cant never escape from Go away ****** Depression ! Go bother someone else in some place else ! I have let down my guards for a while But that does not mean the old me has return I am stronger than you think I have come to tolerate my old self ! Forgiving her and accepting her mistakes When it comes to you, there is no room for forgiveness and pity I have come to thrive all of my old demons ! You will not be the exception ! You will not be the black sheep ! You really love to see me suffer and shut myself out from what is around Those days are long gone and you will be the very next Goodbye Depression, I really did not and will never miss you.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Depression
It has found me again ! Here it is right in front of me, Smiling ironicly at me, Snuggling up to me and won’t let go ! Telling me how much he missed me How much he missed my mood and my attitude. My longtime friend ! I don’t even know if I should objectify « It » or personify « him » I though we will never see each other again I though I won’t have to deal with him again People often say you can’t control things that are out of your reach You don’t have any power on certain things I have defeated him once. Am I able to do it again this time ? Am I weak or am I just giving up ? Letting him invade me ! Invade my space, my privacy, my inner peace and my mood ! Do I have the strength to be in a perpetual figth with It ! I want to chase him for good Get him out of my mind and out of my soul Bury him deep in a place unknown, Where the lost souls wander around and never return Somewhere he cant never escape from Go away ****** Depression ! Go bother someone else in some place else ! I have let down my guards for a while But that does not mean the old me has return I am stronger than you think I have come to tolerate my old self ! Forgiving her and accepting her mistakes When it comes to you, there is no room for forgiveness and pity I have come to thrive all of my old demons ! You will not be the exception ! You will not be the black sheep ! You really love to see me suffer and shut myself out from what is around Those days are long gone and you will be the very next Goodbye Depression, I really did not and will never miss you.
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Walked out the door, into the God abandoned day, night took his toll, brought his longtime friend, the rain. Please, don't follow me. I'm not mad for the reasons you thought. I'm not sad for the season I lost. It's the lessons you didn't mean, but taught. Please, don't follow me. Your words are meaning less and less to me. Walked past my car, stopped at Vista, bought a pack, watched the water war, spat smoke, in my soaked coat, under an awning, a teenage couple, tense as matchsticks, walked past, staring with unknown, undeserved prejudice. Please, don't follow me. It isn't about emotional depths or rediscovery. It isn't about finding happiness or inspiring sorrow. It's the fact that my mistakes led me to you. Please, don't follow me. You aren't ready to help me.
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
Don't Follow Me
No more komakazee crows No more angry nehibors and Their apple guns. No more slow winks. No more toilet bowls And no more ham. No more wet hair after a shower. No more drooling on my face. Remember that **** dog. Remember you and him kissed like eskimos. Remember sleeping in my train tunnel. I wish I still played with trains. I wish I still played euphonium. I wish we never lost our house. My old friend, is it time for me to go away. You were the last. The last pet mom ever will own. She told us no more animals. She cried tonite, She said im so sorry soxy. A longntime ago A longtime 6 hours in school felt. A long strected out cat Waited for us on the steps. I rubbed my face in his glossy chest. I rubbed my third grade nose up and down His body hoping for a play bite. His tongue licked my ears three times, Three times until he took a bite. My hands resembled the bird, The bird he never killed. He turned me into a contortinist. He made my leggs cramp. He made my matress his middle ground. His middle my yoga sleep. After showers he hunted my head. He layed on my face. He licked my dripping buzz cutt. He licked the milk off of my first mustache. He ruined the left over ham. He made my favorite sandwhich A challenge. He could smell me open the can and mix the Mayonase with pickles. He left me a dead mouse on my train tracks. He had white drops of paint on his paws. White furry paint, Mom told us he had sox on his feet, He was born with the name we gave him Sox not socks, Not the socks you get tired of wearing. Not the socks you get mixed up durrning laundry. Our sox kept us on our toes. Our sox. The **** cat That really owned our house. Hell always be sox, The **** cat, The **** voice my brother made up. The **** drool I let rub against my face Will never go away. Ill kiss him like an eskimo. Ill biuld him a eskimo fire And hope he chooses to rub noses with My dog J.C again I hope he goes gently into the nite (Dylan Thomas).
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
I Think Hes Going To Die Tonite ( Our Cat Sox)
No more komakazee crows No more angry nehibors and Their apple guns. No more slow winks. No more toilet bowls And no more ham. No more wet hair after a shower. No more drooling on my face. Remember that **** dog. Remember you and him kissed like eskimos. Remember sleeping in my train tunnel. I wish I still played with trains. I wish I still played euphonium. I wish we never lost our house. My old friend, is it time for me to go away. You were the last. The last pet mom ever will own. She told us no more animals. She cried tonite, She said im so sorry soxy. A longntime ago A longtime 6 hours in school felt. A long strected out cat Waited for us on the steps. I rubbed my face in his glossy chest. I rubbed my third grade nose up and down His body hoping for a play bite. His tongue licked my ears three times, Three times until he took a bite. My hands resembled the bird, The bird he never killed. He turned me into a contortinist. He made my leggs cramp. He made my matress his middle ground. His middle my yoga sleep. After showers he hunted my head. He layed on my face. He licked my dripping buzz cutt. He licked the milk off of my first mustache. He ruined the left over ham. He made my favorite sandwhich A challenge. He could smell me open the can and mix the Mayonase with pickles. He left me a dead mouse on my train tracks. He had white drops of paint on his paws. White furry paint, Mom told us he had sox on his feet, He was born with the name we gave him Sox not socks, Not the socks you get tired of wearing. Not the socks you get mixed up durrning laundry. Our sox kept us on our toes. Our sox. The **** cat That really owned our house. Hell always be sox, The **** cat, The **** voice my brother made up. The **** drool I let rub against my face Will never go away. Ill kiss him like an eskimo. Ill biuld him a eskimo fire And hope he chooses to rub noses with My dog J.C again I hope he goes gently into the nite (Dylan Thomas).
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A heart that’s filled up like being buried alive | “Occupational hazards” that slowly poison you | Bruises getting sourer than an astronaut’s vertigo | Bruises are left to be unhealed | Sorry, Doctor! Your medicine isn’t working Looking so sipped off and drained Devoid of any humanity’s stain Thinking of drowning down the system that’s already dead and down | We haven’t heard from them longtime and again | But please let me take a more cautious, loyal approach to you all over again | A slow poisoning of carbide, formalin to finally having pure, clean cyanidical mayhem… | No vertigos and no more spinning please | No vertigos and no more spinning please | No vertigos and no more spinning please | Peace with myself at last | Peace with myself at last | This is my final epitaph | my choking heartache | No vertigos and no more spinning please | No vertigos and no more spinning please | No vertigos and no more surprises please | But still what a wonderful feelings I had I remember now | Such a wonderful heavenly bliss it was | No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) | No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) | No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
No vertigos and no more spinning please...
…i have learned my lesson / One should not give the impression / of being too happy / as you don’t do happy / you and angry / are comfortable / misery / your longtime friend / but with happy / you are unacquainted / and / too much joviality / for too long a period / puts the proverbial underpants in a bunch / too much free-range fondling / and unnecessary emotion / is a commotion / that puts the Neanderthal in you / into uncharted territory / off the clear and obvious path / with a virtual stick / banging the bushes of my spirit / waiting to see what emerges / and surprisingly / you are surprised / that what emerges is / seldom what you expect / but what do you expect? / That i will continually ride this / histrionic rollercoaster? / apprehensively peaking hills? / uncertainly braving valleys? / stop the maniacal ups and downs i think i want to get off / on you / and with you / but that just wont do / cuz you / fail to realize / that I am / percolating and oozing / straight inundated with / sweetness / and to get the full overflow / of said sweetness / is a privilege… / and not a right… / therefore / to the benefit of no one / and as a consequence of your / vacillation and inconstancy / i have made the determination / to Cap this most fundamental Well / sadly / i have learned my lesson…
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Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 7:21 AM UTC
Wake Up Call
Coral evening sky casting a warm glow, in this lightening claimed dusky sky Your shy smile bursting into a fit of giggles as I tickle you, my fingertips pressed to your belly, lingering Starry eyes mirroring this evident desire,                                                                      A melancholy lullaby crackling into a fire laced ballad My lips meet yours, and here we are lost in this fragile moment, like a flitting darting bird Savoring it, tongues dancing across the shorelines of my molars, like this is the first and the last time You pull the curtain, unbuttoning, yanking the shirt off my body; solace is your only quest Your lips licking my earlobe, whispering verses of ******* addicted musicians, but you prefer ecstasy Your fingers tracing the raven tattooed on the nape of neck, trailing down needy kisses along my spine Your trying to blur it all out, I’m trying to save you darling, from yourself,                                                                I need this too more than you know, but I love you more Disasters have a tendency to reside in your ribs for a longtime, striking often-                  Causing violent tremors                    Leading to noxious EARTHQUAKES. Your cat stopped breathing 6 months ago, she had punctured her lungs I remember you screaming, trashing all the memories so that it stops hurting,you repressed it all. You loved that furry little brat more than you hate fate. Your grandfather expired last month, his led zeppelin, bon jovi records drown in loneliness now Wrinkly smiles told stories of cosmos, aliens, he was a crazy man. The best nonetheless. Chemotherapy drained out all the money and smiles, leaving your brittle heart suffering from paroxysm. When he died, you kept shouting for hours straight, they had to sedate you.  You blanked out.                 I know you are sinking in the abyss of hopelessness and you’re trying to escape, escape this AMNESIA,                                                                                                                                   that is running after you. But love, let me in, I know you’re afraid, but I vow, I’ll prove to be sempiternal. And I swear I’ll be there cupping these rare innocent moments and preserving, holding you close, kissing you even when the rainfall doesn’t seem to stop.
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Escape this amnesia.
Coral evening sky casting a warm glow, in this lightening claimed dusky sky Your shy smile bursting into a fit of giggles as I tickle you, my fingertips pressed to your belly, lingering Starry eyes mirroring this evident desire,                                                                      A melancholy lullaby crackling into a fire laced ballad My lips meet yours, and here we are lost in this fragile moment, like a flitting darting bird Savoring it, tongues dancing across the shorelines of my molars, like this is the first and the last time You pull the curtain, unbuttoning, yanking the shirt off my body; solace is your only quest Your lips licking my earlobe, whispering verses of ******* addicted musicians, but you prefer ecstasy Your fingers tracing the raven tattooed on the nape of neck, trailing down needy kisses along my spine Your trying to blur it all out, I’m trying to save you darling, from yourself,                                                                I need this too more than you know, but I love you more Disasters have a tendency to reside in your ribs for a longtime, striking often-                  Causing violent tremors                    Leading to noxious EARTHQUAKES. Your cat stopped breathing 6 months ago, she had punctured her lungs I remember you screaming, trashing all the memories so that it stops hurting,you repressed it all. You loved that furry little brat more than you hate fate. Your grandfather expired last month, his led zeppelin, bon jovi records drown in loneliness now Wrinkly smiles told stories of cosmos, aliens, he was a crazy man. The best nonetheless. Chemotherapy drained out all the money and smiles, leaving your brittle heart suffering from paroxysm. When he died, you kept shouting for hours straight, they had to sedate you.  You blanked out.                 I know you are sinking in the abyss of hopelessness and you’re trying to escape, escape this AMNESIA,                                                                                                                                   that is running after you. But love, let me in, I know you’re afraid, but I vow, I’ll prove to be sempiternal. And I swear I’ll be there cupping these rare innocent moments and preserving, holding you close, kissing you even when the rainfall doesn’t seem to stop.
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This Earthly life is lived in the now, between what was and what will be. Yet the Stars above our heads that glow might, long since, become history. Consider, son, Orion's Belt that dominates the Winter sky. You can't mistake its three bright stars or fail to find them if you try. Alnitak in Orion's belt, a familiar Longtime Nighttime show, dispatched these photons we observe about eight Hundred years ago. A brief elapse in cosmic time but time enough for a star to die: Dwindle to a little dwarf or Explode as Novae in the sky. Still, at night, above our head its kindly light will still shine on Perhaps for years or decades hence Long after Alnitak is gone. These words of mine you now consign as just a foolish waste of time I hope shine forth my love of you Long after I write my last line.
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 8:02 AM UTC
In Orion's Belt
I'm always excited to see girls be open with sexuality and *** Why? It's refreshing and empowering that a woman can say, "I enjoy *** It seems so simple and trivial but the stigma that guys can get it in all they want and girls cannot for fear of being "easy", "loose" or "slutty" is frustrating. I always felt like I had to keep quiet about what I liked and didn't like because that's what girls did; keep quiet while the guys can go on for days about all the *** they got. Boys could high five and congratulate each other like they had made a conquest whereas girls could whisper or keep quiet all together. As a girl, I felt like opening up about *** would make me unworthy of respect because somehow my ****** experiences, or even a lack thereof, could determine my worth or how much respect I deserved from my peers. I felt like exploring sexuality somehow meant, in the eyes of others, that I didn't "respect" myself. But let us not forget that boys somehow earn respect for having *** How can that be okay? I lose respect but guys earn it? It's ridiculous to me. I grew up thinking I would be shunned for losing my virginity to my longtime boyfriend at 16 years old. Granted I wasn't mature enough for that at that age, but I didn't even tell my best friends until a year later. The culture and mentality that women cannot or should not be vocal about *** and sexuality is belittling and suffocating. So for the record, *** is awesome. As a girl, I don't have any shame in enjoying *** I used to, and maybe it's a little rash to use social media to rant about something like this, but that's simply how I feel. I'm not stating that people who are quiet about *** are wrong, because not everyone is comfortable talking openly about *** and that's TOTALLY FINE. What is not fine is the notion that girls cannot or should not be able to talk openly about *** without being called names or being scoffed at. Society tells me that if I sleep around, I'm a ***** or a **** Frankly I'll sleep around all I want, if I want, when I want. I'll still sleep easy after. I am comfortable in my own skin, I am comfortable in someone else's bed. I couldn't give a **** about what anyone has to say about me, my stance on this topic or my openness towards *** All I have to say is that I enjoy *** You can get used to your hand if you have the audacity to call me anything other than my name for saying so.
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
***
I'm always excited to see girls be open with sexuality and *** Why? It's refreshing and empowering that a woman can say, "I enjoy *** It seems so simple and trivial but the stigma that guys can get it in all they want and girls cannot for fear of being "easy", "loose" or "slutty" is frustrating. I always felt like I had to keep quiet about what I liked and didn't like because that's what girls did; keep quiet while the guys can go on for days about all the *** they got. Boys could high five and congratulate each other like they had made a conquest whereas girls could whisper or keep quiet all together. As a girl, I felt like opening up about *** would make me unworthy of respect because somehow my ****** experiences, or even a lack thereof, could determine my worth or how much respect I deserved from my peers. I felt like exploring sexuality somehow meant, in the eyes of others, that I didn't "respect" myself. But let us not forget that boys somehow earn respect for having *** How can that be okay? I lose respect but guys earn it? It's ridiculous to me. I grew up thinking I would be shunned for losing my virginity to my longtime boyfriend at 16 years old. Granted I wasn't mature enough for that at that age, but I didn't even tell my best friends until a year later. The culture and mentality that women cannot or should not be vocal about *** and sexuality is belittling and suffocating. So for the record, *** is awesome. As a girl, I don't have any shame in enjoying *** I used to, and maybe it's a little rash to use social media to rant about something like this, but that's simply how I feel. I'm not stating that people who are quiet about *** are wrong, because not everyone is comfortable talking openly about *** and that's TOTALLY FINE. What is not fine is the notion that girls cannot or should not be able to talk openly about *** without being called names or being scoffed at. Society tells me that if I sleep around, I'm a ***** or a **** Frankly I'll sleep around all I want, if I want, when I want. I'll still sleep easy after. I am comfortable in my own skin, I am comfortable in someone else's bed. I couldn't give a **** about what anyone has to say about me, my stance on this topic or my openness towards *** All I have to say is that I enjoy *** You can get used to your hand if you have the audacity to call me anything other than my name for saying so.
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#*Have you ever counted hour by the seconds feeling intensely hungry for life?* If for once the sun forgets to rise this night fails to usher in dawn what my memories tell me are lies it's today only I was born. If this day is filled to the brim in a blissful child's innocence yesterday is a bad dream tomorrow makes no sense. If only this night is a ceaseless flow never short of word for a rhyme on her axis the earth spins slow and the morn is away longtime. If only I'm allowed to choose to relive the life whole night a fantasy is the hangman's noose calling me by first light.
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
Last Night Before
Chivalrous knight after a longtime battle Returns to his island and lies on grass Enjoying the cool breeze of sea in reverie! Eyes closed he wanders as in a deep dream Feeling as if flying as albatross floating in sky Basking in Nature under Sunshine on a cold day! Day ends in beautiful sunset with stars popping One after the other twinkling as brilliant diamond Kindling dreams of fairy tale never told before! Soon he comes to life and sees his head resting On the lap of a mermaid bright as silver star of sky Singing sweet song of fantasy elevating to sublimity! Is it dream or reality? Feels the knight with frailty; Next moment he realizes he is still lying on grass alone...!
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:01 AM UTC
A Dream or Reality?
Hello, you have reached your longtime downhome hometown Saint Swithin’s Family Medical Clinic now an outreach ministry of Consolidated #Jesus Industries Inc. where nobody knows you anymore and wouldn’t care if they did your health care is very important to us you are a valued customer our office hours are from 8 to 12 and 2 to 5 on alternate Mondays and 9-12 and 2 to 5 on Tuesdays and Thursday after Woodchuck Endangerment Awareness Day but before Greenpeace Day except when the latter falls on a Wednesday in which case our office hours are 2 to 5 only and on Saturday 8 to 12 if this is an outside pharmacy please dial X and follow the menu if this is a prescription refill please dial Y and follow the menu if this is to schedule an appointment please dial Z and remain on the line if this to reschedule an appointment dial A cubed and speak slowly when prompted to do so I’m sorry I didn’t quite get that would you like to try again I’m sorry I still didn’t get that if you would like to speak to an operator dial oh, I am sorry your time is expired please hang up and redial if you would like to speak with Dr. Name’s secretary please dial 3 if you would like to speak with Dr. Other Name’s secretary please dial 4 if you would like to talk with Nurse Practitioner Yet Another Name’s secretary please dial 5 if this is an emergency then please hang up and dial 911…
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
The Robotic Telephone Tree of Lingering Death
Lois Copeland, a longtime friend It was her sincerity throughout until her end I remember meeting her the first time at Medgar Evers College Ms. Copeland’s distinguished personality is what comes to mine It was her encouraging words in keeping in thine We continued as friends even up to her death A woman of wisdom being in her upper 80’s Ms. Copeland often stated to me, “Go back to church” She was my inspiration A second Mom being the indication In Lois eyes, life was worth living Salvation was worth keeping I often want to cry But I know she would say, “Don’t weep in a try” Ms. Copeland is saying, “Sorry I didn’t tell you I am going home” But her advice to me, “I will never ever be alone” She will be looking down from Heaven I have gone back to church in her honor and mine Lois there will always be a place in my heart It will be your everlasting wisdom that will give me understanding in thinking smart God has shared your spirit with me It will be for the world to see You have journeyed on But you want all of us to remain strong Heaven’s reward The glorified sword Sleep for everlasting Your spirit forever embracing Lois, Heavens gates await As I continue to walk, I will not hesitate Thank you for your spiritual love I see you flying like God’s chosen Dove.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
A COLLEAGUE BEING A SOULFUL MOTHER A Tribute to Ms. Lois Copeland
It is rather easy To let negativity Bog you down But you realize That it really Isn’t an issue When it’s solved By something simple And Neanderthal style Like your rather Prudish girlfriend finally Giving into your Never fulfilled but Longtime secret fantasy Locker room ***
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Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 11:05 AM UTC
Simplicity
I introduced myself just a few days ago And now we've become one and the other New friends with a history from creation I'm told in past lives we were lovers And reminded that we are first life soulmates Made for each other Designed together only to be torn apart Each life we spend our time pulling our puzzle pieces back together Where I end we begin When we finish humanity is born
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
A unknown longtime lover
The biggest fear in life is when you see the whites of your eyes in the mirror, And you thought the vision of your life would be a little clearer. When your life is broken into pieces and your trying to find Jesus, Your vision of morality increases, but your will power decreases. Bipolar and addicted, mind is conflicted, afflicted, and your breath constricted, Its hard to feel alive, when every day feels like a ten-thousand-foot sky dive to your death. Day by day we try to survive, minds on overdrive, through each other’s experiences we strive, To live, we try to give, and the next day we grapple with the life we are trying to unlive. Don’t judge me fool, you know nothing about this demented dual, A twisted and demented world a little like high school, The place where everyone thought they knew you, Instagram famous, thousands of followers people thought you were  cool. But deep down you knew who was the tool! There is some of us who live in the darkness were drowning in a black pool. This **** isn’t my fault that my brain is misguided by a genetically controlled molecule. Who are you to talk about me and my life, Im 7 years in about to call this girl my wife, It took me 3 close encounters with a blade of a knife, To get past the strife of my past and realize I have the right to life. I have to say im sorry, I caused a lot of pain, Never put a needle in my vein, or did ******* but I lived my life in the fast lane, Drank my life away, a one way ticket to death on the devils freight train, Im proud to say today that I chose to abstain, From the molecule that dissolved my brain and made me inhumane, That alcohol is a solvent it dissolves the membrane, Turned my life into a hurricane, give me the cellophane, Choke me out and stop the oxygen to my brain. For a longtime I wasn’t happy with myself, My mistake is I was never true to myself. I learned the value of wealth, It wasn’t by increasing the quantity of items on my bookshelf, It was as simple as learning that #1 was myself. They say love is selfless, That’s true if you want a mess, Love yourself first and life will take care of the rest.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
The mirror of Insanity
The biggest fear in life is when you see the whites of your eyes in the mirror, And you thought the vision of your life would be a little clearer. When your life is broken into pieces and your trying to find Jesus, Your vision of morality increases, but your will power decreases. Bipolar and addicted, mind is conflicted, afflicted, and your breath constricted, Its hard to feel alive, when every day feels like a ten-thousand-foot sky dive to your death. Day by day we try to survive, minds on overdrive, through each other’s experiences we strive, To live, we try to give, and the next day we grapple with the life we are trying to unlive. Don’t judge me fool, you know nothing about this demented dual, A twisted and demented world a little like high school, The place where everyone thought they knew you, Instagram famous, thousands of followers people thought you were  cool. But deep down you knew who was the tool! There is some of us who live in the darkness were drowning in a black pool. This **** isn’t my fault that my brain is misguided by a genetically controlled molecule. Who are you to talk about me and my life, Im 7 years in about to call this girl my wife, It took me 3 close encounters with a blade of a knife, To get past the strife of my past and realize I have the right to life. I have to say im sorry, I caused a lot of pain, Never put a needle in my vein, or did ******* but I lived my life in the fast lane, Drank my life away, a one way ticket to death on the devils freight train, Im proud to say today that I chose to abstain, From the molecule that dissolved my brain and made me inhumane, That alcohol is a solvent it dissolves the membrane, Turned my life into a hurricane, give me the cellophane, Choke me out and stop the oxygen to my brain. For a longtime I wasn’t happy with myself, My mistake is I was never true to myself. I learned the value of wealth, It wasn’t by increasing the quantity of items on my bookshelf, It was as simple as learning that #1 was myself. They say love is selfless, That’s true if you want a mess, Love yourself first and life will take care of the rest.
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