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"mastermind" poems
So I'll have mine and you'll have yours? who could ask for anything more! grey beards march the union jack build a wall and send them back!   Grudge, sludge a sanguine view ****** off and take the cue hide, plunge aristocrat run the field like an old tom cat Narrow pass and capital flow falling crude and currency woe deep depression, mutineers the mastermind of project fear! Silver spoon at Hampton court madness waits in Davenport divisible and off the grid **** it up 100 quid Helen’s horsemen unified the springbok club will never hide plebiscite in deep despair an open scroll Trafalgar square   Grapple, grovel sentry shame along the shore of river Thames king of wankers lord of beat break the rule of old elite! Stone the posse bullets bare load the chambers fists in air voices, faces haunted souls… should i stay or should i go?
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
Maastricht Interpretations
Men and women are equal None are above the other In rights and respect Equal Men have strength yes Yet it's women who endure Men and women Both are intelligent As their brains made of the same matter Biologically here equality stands firm Differences of course are there Yet minuscule Appearances cast aside Only  few can be observed Women and men Both are sensitive and feel Yet where women show it; display Men conceal; pretend not to feel Society kills In tactics and ideas Is where our message ends For  too often  it's said to Disregard the thoughts of women Too  dumb and feeble minded to be  Of Value and interest Yet where there's Winston Churchill The mastermind of Britain There's  also Elizabeth the 1st The queen who beat the Spanish Armada Hence with logics like this Any notion of ****** inferiority** Can be easily dismissed As utterly ridiculous.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Equality
The Bride Test by Helen Hoang If tomorrow is a big day with many things to do, here is your warning: Read this book before bed and you’ll be reading it well into the morning Esme, or My, is kind and clever, endlessly loyal and terrible at deceit Khai is a complicated genius, steadfast and achingly, unknowingly sweet Esme is determined to find a better life for the family she temporarily left behind Khai is earning future freedom from set ups his mom can’t help but mastermind A few scenes might make you blush - brilliant and perfect for this story Bring lots of tissues, no reading on transit - this book is an absolute glory
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
Rhyming Reviews - the Bride Test
Crawling through my brain till it has made channels connecting to tunnels like little circuits replacing my nerves, the little worm I call Loneliness wriggles onward. A constant motion of forward goes that worm, bringing with it a never ending feeling of monachopsis. Day after day it dwells in my mind as the worm carries on. It adapts and evolves finding a solution to every mastermind plot I find from removing this creature, this beast, this worm from my mind. “Friendship is betrayal, they all leave and deceive in the end,” it whispers through my head as if another conscience inside my being. I fear the worms words and obey every command. Dare I disobey what dismay would come my way? “Happiness is a lie along with perfection, never trace your hands along such deadly lines, the lines of which a mortal mind should never tread,” he says using my beliefs against me. “Happiness is for those who belong, not for you, never for you!” The worm screams those words through my mind anytime I laugh or smile reminding me not to be so daft. Oh beautiful, wonderful,brilliant demon of mine. Keeping me from trying to find ways to end the suffering in my life Morbid torment in the back of my mind, Keeping me from trying to find ways to silence the loneliness screaming within, bringing me further into the dark. What would I do without you, dear Loneliness? You cloud my mind and free me from my foolish desires. Why should I not be alone? If I was meant to feel together, Then together surely I would feel. Why should I feel happiness when happiness isn’t mine? How selfish I would be without you holy creature, Beautiful blessed worm of wonder.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
The worm called Loneliness
Crawling through my brain till it has made channels connecting to tunnels like little circuits replacing my nerves, the little worm I call Loneliness wriggles onward. A constant motion of forward goes that worm, bringing with it a never ending feeling of monachopsis. Day after day it dwells in my mind as the worm carries on. It adapts and evolves finding a solution to every mastermind plot I find from removing this creature, this beast, this worm from my mind. “Friendship is betrayal, they all leave and deceive in the end,” it whispers through my head as if another conscience inside my being. I fear the worms words and obey every command. Dare I disobey what dismay would come my way? “Happiness is a lie along with perfection, never trace your hands along such deadly lines, the lines of which a mortal mind should never tread,” he says using my beliefs against me. “Happiness is for those who belong, not for you, never for you!” The worm screams those words through my mind anytime I laugh or smile reminding me not to be so daft. Oh beautiful, wonderful,brilliant demon of mine. Keeping me from trying to find ways to end the suffering in my life Morbid torment in the back of my mind, Keeping me from trying to find ways to silence the loneliness screaming within, bringing me further into the dark. What would I do without you, dear Loneliness? You cloud my mind and free me from my foolish desires. Why should I not be alone? If I was meant to feel together, Then together surely I would feel. Why should I feel happiness when happiness isn’t mine? How selfish I would be without you holy creature, Beautiful blessed worm of wonder.
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Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder You may now want to take out the recorder This world may label it as a weakness But I’m quite fond that it gives me a type of uniqueness Although my mind bounces around Like a bouncy ball all over town It sometimes allows me to be still When I find something that gives me a thrill Instead of giving me that medication Allow my mind to experience that sensation Of it’s ability to go full throttle top gear It may seem irrational and unclear But trust me the task assigned Will be completed from a mastermind
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
ADHD
Your seduction has been unfair, Though you could not help it, my dear. My heart melts with the thoughts you share And aloe smoothness of your hair. Executed so ruthlessly, You constantly seducing me, With love given innocently, You did it all so carelessly. I’m smitten and I can’t let go, Seduced by all the things you know, You made my desire overflow, Just by affection that you show. I’m a slave to your seduction, Mastermind of will’s abduction, From our very introduction, I was lost to your seduction.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
Your Seduction
My Darkness is what makes me I embrace let it taste me Down to the abyss Death my favorite wish Naturally a killer Life is just a filler I hold the cards what should I deal you So dark feel me wicked See a knife I want to twist it Sadist or ********* either way I am gifted You will never see me You can even be me My Darkness seeps into the scenery Serial killer nah I'm much ill-er My Darkness is primal I am a sealer of fate Death Note set the date Allow me to demonstrate Villain mastermind What I am can't be defined Dark so lovely go ahead try mug me Eyes behold what's beautiful is ugly Call me a sinner I'm not a beginner We can play a game there is no winner So let My Darkness take you Devour remake you Heaven will never miss The devil in my kiss...♏
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
My Darkness..
It's like this, and then there was total recall. Fast like a safety plan made wrong and then bouncing in and out all the way down the hall. Up through cable cars, Korean fast food market, wet fish, soupy street, concrete cracks filled with crab meat and **** heads. Just a square, a five block, two street, sideways quadrangle, beat of the Tenderloin, hour of the dove. Every one's dead on these loose ends. Hills of the back of her backside, skin of the back of her neck. Rapture is the grave of the sunset, memory is that thing that I said. No one cans in carnivores, no one runs moves like a shepherd. Sunday, daft as candy, luck in the ways of the prophet. Canon of the blaze of every woman that died today. The sleep setting, the motorcycle bending the hollow, the ravines noisy interlude, up through the rough and the tangles, huddles in a six pack, three or four walking up the block to meet the rest of them. The skin doesn't fit right, it wears wrong, the shoulders stiff, the masseuse excuses himself. Buckets of flowers hang from the ceiling like stripped cat christmas decorations in suburban mastermind serial killer resort town. Everyone is quiet because they gotta. They move their feet like they were hurrying death into a red volcano, like they were the errand of red from the top bell to the bottom of the town. I sit on a roof top, baking in the noon day sun. Stripping sticks and stems off the side to sideways, just roasting away, laying, low in the afternoon light. I see a girl with her hands on her skirt, wobbling, scooting a priest card on a periwinkle terra-cotta. I move my head, turn it upside round to take a better look. No one counts to ten when they see me. The gangster that woke up isn't the gangster that went to sleep last night. My wickedness ended my words mean your bright decay. So I ride the pavement exhausted, burying my coughs in an L-shaped arm
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Sunday Morning
It's like this, and then there was total recall. Fast like a safety plan made wrong and then bouncing in and out all the way down the hall. Up through cable cars, Korean fast food market, wet fish, soupy street, concrete cracks filled with crab meat and **** heads. Just a square, a five block, two street, sideways quadrangle, beat of the Tenderloin, hour of the dove. Every one's dead on these loose ends. Hills of the back of her backside, skin of the back of her neck. Rapture is the grave of the sunset, memory is that thing that I said. No one cans in carnivores, no one runs moves like a shepherd. Sunday, daft as candy, luck in the ways of the prophet. Canon of the blaze of every woman that died today. The sleep setting, the motorcycle bending the hollow, the ravines noisy interlude, up through the rough and the tangles, huddles in a six pack, three or four walking up the block to meet the rest of them. The skin doesn't fit right, it wears wrong, the shoulders stiff, the masseuse excuses himself. Buckets of flowers hang from the ceiling like stripped cat christmas decorations in suburban mastermind serial killer resort town. Everyone is quiet because they gotta. They move their feet like they were hurrying death into a red volcano, like they were the errand of red from the top bell to the bottom of the town. I sit on a roof top, baking in the noon day sun. Stripping sticks and stems off the side to sideways, just roasting away, laying, low in the afternoon light. I see a girl with her hands on her skirt, wobbling, scooting a priest card on a periwinkle terra-cotta. I move my head, turn it upside round to take a better look. No one counts to ten when they see me. The gangster that woke up isn't the gangster that went to sleep last night. My wickedness ended my words mean your bright decay. So I ride the pavement exhausted, burying my coughs in an L-shaped arm
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Kiss you low..Here I go Communicate soul to soul Touch is magic watch me grow Lick for lick blow for blow Open up to this kiss Introduction to poetic bliss I'm a G...I won't miss Mark it off your bucket list M.A.N not a boy Ignorance I will destroy Mastermind what's the ploy? Sauce you up just like soy Eat you up munch you down Parade you pretty around town Wicked doesn't need a crown Whimper when I eat you bound Rub you wet...Rub you wet..like a wish I'm gonna get Oh so wet..Oh so wet..love it when you ready set Enter thighs feel my rise Stroke..Choke..steady and wise Get that prize..Get that prize..No words needed can read your eyes Hold it...ugh..hold it some more...on the bed then to the floor Against the wall..through backdoor..on a sacred tantric tour Feel me guide..as you ride..inside feel me slip and slide Hit it wide..technique applied..what is needed I shall provide Feel the quake..legs will shake..more than love we will make What awakes? From pounding stake..squirting till no more can take Still we go..beyond the soul..where no one ever goes Yoni flower blooms like rose..Gyrate till your nectar flows Taste is sweet..flavor unique..savor moment we reach our peak What is complete? No need to speak..find what you sought to seek Next level we begin to glow..Shine like stars put on a show *** ****** this Scorpio...with poetry I Kiss You Low...
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Kiss You Low
Stubborn little prince With his pride so high I'm really not okay With the fact that you lied Lying through your teeth Taking it to your grave Thinking your the mastermind Just shut up and behave Enough with the act Double edged sword Two faces are far too many Don't do it cause your bored That's no excuse Your wax wings are melting Due to all the things you've done I'm friends with an icarus it seems He's flown to close to the sun You're falling again Failing to see what's happening Ignoring all warnings He'll fall down very soon He won't see the next morning I won't be there to catch you Go on keep talking As you think your quite sly You are beginning to **** me off You should know exactly why Your words don't match up Nor do your actions it seems What is your game? Do tell me by all means Though I don't think it'll matter As my minds set in stone Continue playing your game Wouldn't want your motives to be shown ***Don't fly too high Stubborn little prince*** -
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
Stubborn little prince
So dominant; he is. Heartless; never leave. He's kinda vindictive. Can't forget, do forgive.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
Mastermind
They say she's a heart breaker- You don't want her as you're anchor. She drifts with the tide, She's unstable and wild. She'll out-weigh your ship and pull you down. Sink you to the depths of the ocean, Till you hear not a sound. They say it's best to forsake her. There's nothing in her heart, Or soul to build fire. With her you surely will turn to ice. Ice that she will sculpt any which way. The ice queen- The queen of ice. They say she was truly the mastermind The one who seduced the titanic. Entrapped it in her tide. Sunk it to the deep ocean floor, You could not find if you looked for. They say many things, sometimes for a fee; one thing they do not say, for they do not know: She is me.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
Ice Queen
I woke up a villian from my worst nightmare Too scared to defend those that really matter Seeing the heroes of the story And watching all their dreams shatter Weaponless against the clock That just keeps ticking If time is all that really matters Then why am I still breathing? I can't control the emotionless toll it takes on my mind I'll never be brave enough to try and turn back time It ticks a little faster whenever I'm running late And slows down completely when I try to test fate On a date with the mastermind behind all my evil plans He's death incarnate but still proud of my artistic scams And yet I find myself feeling ashamed of who I am
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Unconsciously Delusional
Loves dangerous game Kills painfully without mercy Choking his victims heart Clouding their vision with false love He waits patiently for them Then he strikes with harsh words He whispers in your ear You forgive him because you love him You think he loves you But he loves the blood that will spill Loves dangerous game Where love always wins He tells you lies And feeds your heart poison He slowly kills you Then he sinks his teeth in Tearing your heart out Fully killing you and leaving you Inches from deaths extended hand But you manage a smile Your strong and you know it Bleeding from the inside But the mask covers it False smiles forever showing Poetry flows with the hatred Loves dangerous game You fell victim to Not knowing if you will survive That son of a b**** you cry Thinking how could he do this But you already know the the answer He has no remorse and no heart He's a criminal mastermind Kiilling you without killing you Making you feel like your not important Than the voices get louder Cursing yourself for your stupidity Not knowing if you can love again His face scaring your eyelids Making you awake from the nightmares Crying and screaming Kicking and sweating Thinking your drowning Choking on your blood The pains too much You miss his touch Then you cut your wrist Adding a sick twist Wandering why you can't sleep Popping pills by the bounty Livin at the bottom of the bottle Waking up from the nightmare Loves dangerous game You fell victim to You hunt him down Hopping to find his ****** heart Stabbing the knife where his heart belongs It disappears in his chest He slits your throat Deaths extended hand you grab Now who's the fool You were his tool Death came to you Sweet like victory He finished what he started A smile crosses your face Blood flows like a river He drinks his fill Loves dangerous game You fell victim to Lived your life in the shadows Buried without a tear Nothing on your tombstone Your a lost memory You finished your story too soon Not the life you could of lived You were important to somebody The boy that watched you die Your own son couldn't bear the pain Now he's dying inside without a mother
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC
Love's Dangerous Game
Loves dangerous game Kills painfully without mercy Choking his victims heart Clouding their vision with false love He waits patiently for them Then he strikes with harsh words He whispers in your ear You forgive him because you love him You think he loves you But he loves the blood that will spill Loves dangerous game Where love always wins He tells you lies And feeds your heart poison He slowly kills you Then he sinks his teeth in Tearing your heart out Fully killing you and leaving you Inches from deaths extended hand But you manage a smile Your strong and you know it Bleeding from the inside But the mask covers it False smiles forever showing Poetry flows with the hatred Loves dangerous game You fell victim to Not knowing if you will survive That son of a b**** you cry Thinking how could he do this But you already know the the answer He has no remorse and no heart He's a criminal mastermind Kiilling you without killing you Making you feel like your not important Than the voices get louder Cursing yourself for your stupidity Not knowing if you can love again His face scaring your eyelids Making you awake from the nightmares Crying and screaming Kicking and sweating Thinking your drowning Choking on your blood The pains too much You miss his touch Then you cut your wrist Adding a sick twist Wandering why you can't sleep Popping pills by the bounty Livin at the bottom of the bottle Waking up from the nightmare Loves dangerous game You fell victim to You hunt him down Hopping to find his ****** heart Stabbing the knife where his heart belongs It disappears in his chest He slits your throat Deaths extended hand you grab Now who's the fool You were his tool Death came to you Sweet like victory He finished what he started A smile crosses your face Blood flows like a river He drinks his fill Loves dangerous game You fell victim to Lived your life in the shadows Buried without a tear Nothing on your tombstone Your a lost memory You finished your story too soon Not the life you could of lived You were important to somebody The boy that watched you die Your own son couldn't bear the pain Now he's dying inside without a mother
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Lyrical— like poetry in motion. Rhythmic— like the motion of the ocean. Fluid like a breeze passin with great ease, Movin through the branches Dancin through the leaves. Flowin like my mind, Going over time, puffin on some trees, Like truth I’m bout to find. Stayin on my grind. Leavin fear behind. Blastin through the cosmos like my stars are all aligned. Quantum physics redefined, The beauty of being kind. Travel thru dimensions, A universal mastermind. This illusory time alluding to retain us- Yet the conscious mind refuses to contain us. Recondition of the masses, Before time comes to pass us. before it’s all too late Start movement to change Let’s wake each other up Let’s take control over our fate. Again and again, Love it till it’s over, live it till it’s fin. A reflection of your life spent, a vessel that you’ve been lent, so go forth with intent. Gratitude for all worth Know you are important Every breath, and all birth. Your light that resides true In the poetry inside you. The vibration stays fluid, Like the love that is intuit. You’re a medium— a conduit. Yeah, now you’re catchin onto it. High frequency—- Waves of love True vibrancy, Bonds—- you are free of. Faith in self, No need for vaunt, lovin what you have not havin what you want. Give it all you got till you got nothin left, Then take the deepest breath And give it once again.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
Poetry in Motion
That laugh, shakes like the demolition it's encasing. Constantly used to hold back screams. Used to reassure people shes fine. A smile plastered on her face accompanied by the laughter she practiced and mastered. An artist of emotional controversy. She is a mastermind of biting her tongue- coming to terms that her silence is golden. When you hear her, hold on tight to her words. She will drill right into and past your heart directly into your bones. Her finely composed hostility will stay with you forever. That smile that could crack diamonds never falters.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Self Portrait
Today, I'm going to **** them with kindness. I'll walk the streets with a skip in my step, corners of my mouth arched, skin tough. I will be rubber. I will not be glue. I will avoid sticks and stones. I will be Teflon. Yesterday, I killed someone, with kindness. I created art, in many ways, I created Hell. A page filled with gestures may seem ageless, however, a spectacular self-awareness occurs. There is closure. There is completion. Unlike the manipulation of one's face. There too is completion, but closure is not always certain. Some leave with last words that linger. Some lift their arms to The Lord, Lord hear their prayer. And others find themselves at peace, living on in the hearts and minds of others, loved or not. Is a legacy more important to an Atheist? That's speculative, I suppose. But if what they say is true, and most CEO's are psychopaths, then I would assume that it is. Monetary value will always triumph over theoretical morality. And I say that morals and ethics can be theory to a man certain of his faith, because in the end, sin can be absolved. Faith in a higher being, in something bigger than yourself, often leaves thought of peers as dismissible. For they have their own demons to overcome. How do you accept indifference in a system that is above natural law? Omnipotence should never be exposed to have a grey area, especially when it is considered to be set in stone. Oxygen and gravity aren't, but tell that to a man who is falling and trying to catch his last breath. Lastly, consider art. As the creator, the mastermind hidden in the clouds to let his work speak volumes. The divine grace that is told in brush strokes, in notes placed to play, to be presented. That's a beauty that is foresaken. Another key representation of something seen but not seen. Even a deaf man delivered notes he could not hear, rivaled ones able, and challenged normality. The difference between an artist, and a person producing art, is that an artist will use blood, whereas the latter searches for a comparable color.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
An Untold Higher Power
Today, I'm going to **** them with kindness. I'll walk the streets with a skip in my step, corners of my mouth arched, skin tough. I will be rubber. I will not be glue. I will avoid sticks and stones. I will be Teflon. Yesterday, I killed someone, with kindness. I created art, in many ways, I created Hell. A page filled with gestures may seem ageless, however, a spectacular self-awareness occurs. There is closure. There is completion. Unlike the manipulation of one's face. There too is completion, but closure is not always certain. Some leave with last words that linger. Some lift their arms to The Lord, Lord hear their prayer. And others find themselves at peace, living on in the hearts and minds of others, loved or not. Is a legacy more important to an Atheist? That's speculative, I suppose. But if what they say is true, and most CEO's are psychopaths, then I would assume that it is. Monetary value will always triumph over theoretical morality. And I say that morals and ethics can be theory to a man certain of his faith, because in the end, sin can be absolved. Faith in a higher being, in something bigger than yourself, often leaves thought of peers as dismissible. For they have their own demons to overcome. How do you accept indifference in a system that is above natural law? Omnipotence should never be exposed to have a grey area, especially when it is considered to be set in stone. Oxygen and gravity aren't, but tell that to a man who is falling and trying to catch his last breath. Lastly, consider art. As the creator, the mastermind hidden in the clouds to let his work speak volumes. The divine grace that is told in brush strokes, in notes placed to play, to be presented. That's a beauty that is foresaken. Another key representation of something seen but not seen. Even a deaf man delivered notes he could not hear, rivaled ones able, and challenged normality. The difference between an artist, and a person producing art, is that an artist will use blood, whereas the latter searches for a comparable color.
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sometimes I feel kind of low alone.. something in my mind I need to take back control they can't comprehend or even come close to understanding me maybe if i was boring they would love me maybe if i was simple in the mind everything would be fine everything redefined in the heart and soul of a mastermind body shaped like a muse for fine art don't fall apart sometimes I feel kind of low alone.. in this battle for the freedom of my soul maybe I shouldve let go long ago maybe I shouldve give in swallowed the bottle cutt a little deeper felt the rush of pain for those who don't understand for those who don't relate and for those who think I'm crazy there's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
finding myself
What do my memories taste like? There lies on my tongue— An atomic bomb: a purported speck, with no chicken pox skin situated upon such. I spat it out; I wobbled on and on, stomping the microscopic intensity into the sludge. No one sees; how pleasant… My shoe’s underside slit it— a paper cut broiled to the infinitude degree— Preposterous conundrum! Slam! I fulminate! I screech, the needy baby I am! My guttural heave strews in the wind: deformed limbs on the newer generations, an abysmal thread. Supposedly bland, but then: a guzzling bleed from you and I gushes on and on; but oh, was it needed! Listen to my writhing! Soak in my curdling roaring! I am the mafia mastermind, but I plead to guilt! The vandalism cannot be grated, but I will revamp, spot clean, and hunt for a vaccine. I cannot cure a scored scar, but rest assured: I will endeavor to solidify the clot.
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
What Do My Memories Taste Like?
Look in the mirror and tell me what you see. A beautiful soul destined for greatness, set yourself free. Your smile is as sweet as sugar, it captures the eyes of onlookers. You're phenomenal, you're one of a kind. Remind yourself that you're worthy and a mastermind. Apply pressure because you're the finest treasure. Your personalities set the room on fire, your determination inspired others. Your skin is pure, your skin is gold, and your body is perfect. Self love is important, don't bleach or inject. Whether you’re fat, whether you’re skinny. Love your body shape.   Don’t try to escape your body image. You’re incredibly beautiful. You’re incredibly handsome. All that beauty shows. Body Shaming is rude and offensive. I know it’s depressive, I went through it before. Ladies and Gentlemen when you’re having self-doubt. Remember to read my lesson. A lesson on self-love and positive message. You’re a blessing. Accept your flaws, self- confidence and self-respect. Love yourself in every aspect. Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see. You’re more than what society makes you seem.
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
Reflection
Technophobia/2030 (Poem by Serenus) We invited them into our lives To the point - we were made dependent They were built to advance the human race But they’re the reason why we’re almost finished From TV’s, laptops And handheld devices To robo cops- And automatic flying cars With no need for a license Traffic cams, Webcams, And camera phones Capturing every private moment They were always watching, We were never alone For every phone conversation We thought was private There was something listening In the distance- with a sinister silence For fear of terrorism We gave them permission To monitor us daily Because of lies told by politicians Social networks- Self-inflicted hurt Spewing out our personal info Spilling out our own dirt We surrendered our lives With every word we typed GPS under the skin- We couldn’t escape if we tried -So there was nowhere to hide They computed our movements And studied our weaknesses For decades they remained dormant These cold, artificial geniuses Rushing black oil That pumps through Their steel hearts The motherboard A mastermind A matrix of mathematical art They robbed us of our jobs And provided cheap labor We got comfortable with their convenience Until we were betrayed By our man-made savors When we finally caught on to the plans Created in the metallic hands Of these diabolical robots It was too late To salvage our fate And put a stop to their evil plot I will never forget the day That every screen On earth went blank All the power went away There was hysteria in the streets And chaos at the banks The machines didn’t have to do much But play possum and act like they had died They knew that we would destroy ourselves And eat each other alive Then when the coast was clear That’s when they self-resurrected They finished most of the humans off And enslaved a few selected We are alive Only to keep them gassed up Power is their drug A few of us Are planning a revolt To finally pull their plug…
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
Technophobia/2030
Technophobia/2030 (Poem by Serenus) We invited them into our lives To the point - we were made dependent They were built to advance the human race But they’re the reason why we’re almost finished From TV’s, laptops And handheld devices To robo cops- And automatic flying cars With no need for a license Traffic cams, Webcams, And camera phones Capturing every private moment They were always watching, We were never alone For every phone conversation We thought was private There was something listening In the distance- with a sinister silence For fear of terrorism We gave them permission To monitor us daily Because of lies told by politicians Social networks- Self-inflicted hurt Spewing out our personal info Spilling out our own dirt We surrendered our lives With every word we typed GPS under the skin- We couldn’t escape if we tried -So there was nowhere to hide They computed our movements And studied our weaknesses For decades they remained dormant These cold, artificial geniuses Rushing black oil That pumps through Their steel hearts The motherboard A mastermind A matrix of mathematical art They robbed us of our jobs And provided cheap labor We got comfortable with their convenience Until we were betrayed By our man-made savors When we finally caught on to the plans Created in the metallic hands Of these diabolical robots It was too late To salvage our fate And put a stop to their evil plot I will never forget the day That every screen On earth went blank All the power went away There was hysteria in the streets And chaos at the banks The machines didn’t have to do much But play possum and act like they had died They knew that we would destroy ourselves And eat each other alive Then when the coast was clear That’s when they self-resurrected They finished most of the humans off And enslaved a few selected We are alive Only to keep them gassed up Power is their drug A few of us Are planning a revolt To finally pull their plug…
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Some people will never understand That going to bed is just so hard How am I supposed to explain Why I never get sleep Or why I sometimes just stop trying It never works I've tried them all I've done all the methods And I've read all the articles I still can't sleep My friends all try to encourage me To fix my sleeping habits And stay as healthy as I can I really appreciate them for it But sadly, it's not as easy as they think I've grown to realize That even if I wanted to I couldn't get my **** together Because sleep scares me It reminds me of every bad dream I've ever had So why do I have a horrible sleeping schedule? Why do I joke around that I'm a mess? Why do I go to school with tired eyes? What do I say when people ask my best friends name? Who is the mastermind behind this madness? My Best Friend: Insomnia So, there you have it Now you know That sometimes A lot of times Some kids just can't sleep
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
My Best Friend: Insomnia
We're breaking the rules One judge says I'm wrong That I'm the evil mastermind concocting our crimes One tells me it's your fault You're the one with something to lose but still making the mistakes (Is it even a mistake?) The jury stands watch from the sidelines And they whisper the questions amongst themselves ("What are they doing?") We stand in the center, undivided by blame and fault We're in this together Fingers intertwined (behind our backs) Because the third judge is watching Eyes like slits, she's reaching out for your hand ("Childish boy, I don't care what you want!") But that hand, the boy who tells me of his love for October and how bored of people he is, it's all mine You hear that? You're mine. The judges' decrees don't mean a **** thing When each silent look we exchange gives me more reason to fight ("Nothing, just glad I have you.") I may have broken laws with you but it doesn't feel as wrong nor as beautiful as breaking the rules
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Liars, Thieves, and Stalkers
you are a fractal in a sea of branches you are the air between the dust that spirals in the sun streams the decimal point in the equation the dividing line between oblivion and infinity you are a loose end fraying made of left over dry skin you are the chemical you poison my drinking water you are the secret ingredient the last place they'd ever look you are the dark matter the imaginary number I can't wrap my head around you cure my melancholy we are alveoli we breathe fire seen through telescopes we believe we are alone we'll believe anything they tell us they won't love you they can't see you you are too much they'd never understand you don't give what you don't receive you give life as you breathe through me I see you when my eyes close I trace your shape on frosted windows you spark the fire that hijacks my biology you draw upon my skin with ***** fingernails your handwriting is embedded in my DNA your name echoes still unfamiliar voices without faces your secret's safe with me hidden in massive outer space places untraceable mastermind configuration takes ages just to give up out of frustration
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
Fractal
Animated by twitch of muscle, Electric spark through live wire, Humming rail and synapse, Wheels spin at the fingertips of maybe An ineffable humorist, The mastermind of this beautiful prank Pocketwatch of silver and gold That explodes in the hand And leaves you stranded on the platform The second you go to check the time.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Gears, Sprockets, and Coils