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"nickelodeon" poems

Scene one, Childhood I never really learned to emotionally regulate, Taking clues from Nickelodeon more than parents who set good examples, Screaming fights and bruises and broken glass Too much drinking, the smell of cigarettes Moms broken bones Make yourself small, make yourself gone They may not notice you. We played family a lot, curtaining blankets over a bunk bed to block the outside, and in family, I always took care of my babies. Scene two, 18 I never really learned to emotionally regulate, taking clues from the friends around me more than parents who set any example. A false father leaving, a mom losing her cash cow The smell of Arbor Mist and ***** still makes me sick, mom’s incoherent fists still make contact in my sleep, I still wouldn’t have given her the keys. We don’t play anymore. We’re mostly estranged. But we work. And in family, I always took care of my babies. Scene three, 28 I’m trying to learn to emotionally regulate, the slideshow of couches and faces of therapists trying to set an example. A son born to trauma, a marriage of consequence, I’m still learning to love myself, please, the sound of yelling still makes me sick, I don’t know how to do this. We are grown now, we are mostly put together. And now we live. But this is my family, and I will always take care of my babies

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Sep 21, 2022

Sep 21, 2022 at 10:47 PM UTC

A Tragedy in Three Parts

Scene one, Childhood I never really learned to emotionally regulate, Taking clues from Nickelodeon more than parents who set good examples, Screaming fights and bruises and broken glass Too much drinking, the smell of cigarettes Moms broken bones Make yourself small, make yourself gone They may not notice you. We played family a lot, curtaining blankets over a bunk bed to block the outside, and in family, I always took care of my babies. Scene two, 18 I never really learned to emotionally regulate, taking clues from the friends around me more than parents who set any example. A false father leaving, a mom losing her cash cow The smell of Arbor Mist and ***** still makes me sick, mom’s incoherent fists still make contact in my sleep, I still wouldn’t have given her the keys. We don’t play anymore. We’re mostly estranged. But we work. And in family, I always took care of my babies. Scene three, 28 I’m trying to learn to emotionally regulate, the slideshow of couches and faces of therapists trying to set an example. A son born to trauma, a marriage of consequence, I’m still learning to love myself, please, the sound of yelling still makes me sick, I don’t know how to do this. We are grown now, we are mostly put together. And now we live. But this is my family, and I will always take care of my babies

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SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon. Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked. The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3] Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC

mr-super-deluxe-shakin-bacon

UH I THINK THIS IS ABOUT SPONGEBOB?

SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon. Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked. The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3] Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.

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I. A gentle rivalry Hung in the hallway that night As you tried with all your might To come face-to-face with that Girl in the mirror. I remember you stood there And cut off all your hair, Saying: “It won’t let me go, It won’t let me go, It won’t let me go, ‘Til I let go first.” I bit my tongue, said, “Well, those times are the worst…” And so I let you go, And boy, did it show When you let go first. II. A soft collision In the middle on the night Shook your whole family awake. Fools, they made the mistake Of trying to hold you down, And you had no more hair, but Still, you turned haughtily around, Gathered your belongings, And drove out of town. Knowing it had to be so, We let you go, We let you go, We let you go, Because you let go first. III. A silly sort of train wreck, One of those ancient, nickelodeon types, Took place, as clockwork, Before our very eyes. But, much to my surprise, When the smoke cleared I saw a rose petal floating in oil, Too precious to be spoiled. Not a word was spoken, The bonds of the universe were broken, But you picked it up, quite motherly, With blackened, blistered hands… Now, suddenly, Beware the smallest tear, Measure each breath, count every hair, Keep it pretty, keep it clean, Keep it beautiful, keep it new, And remember: You don’t have to let it go, You don’t have to let it go, You don’t have to let it go, Even if it lets go first. Keep it beautiful, keep it new, And remember: You don't have to let it go, You don't have to let it go, Even if it lets go of YOU.

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Oct 18, 2012

Oct 18, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC

jordan-joanne-manser

A Gentle Rivalry

I. A gentle rivalry Hung in the hallway that night As you tried with all your might To come face-to-face with that Girl in the mirror. I remember you stood there And cut off all your hair, Saying: “It won’t let me go, It won’t let me go, It won’t let me go, ‘Til I let go first.” I bit my tongue, said, “Well, those times are the worst…” And so I let you go, And boy, did it show When you let go first. II. A soft collision In the middle on the night Shook your whole family awake. Fools, they made the mistake Of trying to hold you down, And you had no more hair, but Still, you turned haughtily around, Gathered your belongings, And drove out of town. Knowing it had to be so, We let you go, We let you go, We let you go, Because you let go first. III. A silly sort of train wreck, One of those ancient, nickelodeon types, Took place, as clockwork, Before our very eyes. But, much to my surprise, When the smoke cleared I saw a rose petal floating in oil, Too precious to be spoiled. Not a word was spoken, The bonds of the universe were broken, But you picked it up, quite motherly, With blackened, blistered hands… Now, suddenly, Beware the smallest tear, Measure each breath, count every hair, Keep it pretty, keep it clean, Keep it beautiful, keep it new, And remember: You don’t have to let it go, You don’t have to let it go, You don’t have to let it go, Even if it lets go first. Keep it beautiful, keep it new, And remember: You don't have to let it go, You don't have to let it go, Even if it lets go of YOU.

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I never knew his last name But I still remember his face I still remember The way he grabbed my neck And pushed me down Because he loved me He got off And I got scared Because he loved me And I was desperate In his ****** apartment On the tan colored L-shaped couch While Nickelodeon played in the background Covering up the sound of my painful moans "I'm tired" I say "I've never done this before" I say "I haven't shaved in a while" "I don't feel **** "I just got off work" But I'll do it if I love him, He says He'll even wear a ****** He says I can't muster up the courage to cry Even though you're supposed to cry when it hurts He doesn't look at me when he's done Just tells me to go He loves me But doesn't want me around In case his roommates come home That would be kind of awkward To catch someone in the middle of ****** a girl A girl who's tired Who's never done this before Who hasn't shaved in a while Who doesn't feel **** Who just got off work Yeah, that would be kind of awkward

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Aug 10, 2018

Aug 10, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC

SerenePineapple

I never knew his last name But I still remember his face I still remember The way he grabbed my neck And pushed me down Because he loved me He got off And I got scared Because he loved me And I was desperate In his ****** apartment On the tan colored L-shaped couch While Nickelodeon played in the background Covering up the sound of my painful moans "I'm tired" I say "I've never done this before" I say "I haven't shaved in a while" "I don't feel **** "I just got off work" But I'll do it if I love him, He says He'll even wear a ****** He says I can't muster up the courage to cry Even though you're supposed to cry when it hurts He doesn't look at me when he's done Just tells me to go He loves me But doesn't want me around In case his roommates come home That would be kind of awkward To catch someone in the middle of ****** a girl A girl who's tired Who's never done this before Who hasn't shaved in a while Who doesn't feel **** Who just got off work Yeah, that would be kind of awkward

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Love doesn’t rely only on the sentence Love in my childhood home was said A lot And the kids meant it. She was the only love we had Or knew or wanted. Her love was diluted, Spent across many things. Herself mostly, Her wants, ideas, hobbies, Her luxuries that we could enjoy… Sometimes. Maybe selfish or naive We thought it was her devotion to us. But we only watched Nickelodeon To satiate her longing to watch tv rather than work, Or raise us. Or love us. I learnt young that love isn’t just The sentence. But mourning a mother daughter relationship Is a lifelong sentence.

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Aug 2, 2024

Aug 2, 2024 at 8:18 AM UTC

Love doesn’t rely only on the sentence Love in my childhood home was said A lot And the kids meant it. She was the only love we had Or knew or wanted. Her love was diluted, Spent across many things. Herself mostly, Her wants, ideas, hobbies, Her luxuries that we could enjoy… Sometimes. Maybe selfish or naive We thought it was her devotion to us. But we only watched Nickelodeon To satiate her longing to watch tv rather than work, Or raise us. Or love us. I learnt young that love isn’t just The sentence. But mourning a mother daughter relationship Is a lifelong sentence.

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Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake the walls tasted like crème cheese icing everywhere dripped chocolate rust wheels and gears- pumping out bliss the house would tick us to sleep a quiet tock that snuck into our hearts we beat together-our 3 tiered home and us and we hung pictures of mixed historical value the first time someone held our hands the names of flowers we invented and the towers twinned together- breathing in city air Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake The universe kissed our toes In our rose petal beds As we nibbled our marshmallow pillows And greeted the cooler side with the grip of tiny fingers We wore silly hats And talked in accents no one could identify We made our own curse words That sounded more magical then rude And we hung pictures of mixed historical meaning Cartoons from before nickelodeon was bullocks Our middle names in Braille And the Kennedys on their wedding day Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake The home of chocolate fortitude Where some days we wouldn’t turn on a light switch And let the candles guide our imaginations Down dark tunnels and secret gardens There was never any hunger Tears only came from happiness We made capes out of our bed sheets Chased each other under beds and hid in closets Peeking out because being caught was our goal And we hung pictures of mixed understanding The 8 dirtiest jokes found in ancient art That day when the sun felt like it would never stop playing with the moon The day we stood still long enough to know the color of our eyes and the outline of our toes on wet grass

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Jun 25, 2011

Jun 25, 2011 at 3:34 PM UTC

dani-cunningham

The Bedtime Story of Our Soul

Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake the walls tasted like crème cheese icing everywhere dripped chocolate rust wheels and gears- pumping out bliss the house would tick us to sleep a quiet tock that snuck into our hearts we beat together-our 3 tiered home and us and we hung pictures of mixed historical value the first time someone held our hands the names of flowers we invented and the towers twinned together- breathing in city air Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake The universe kissed our toes In our rose petal beds As we nibbled our marshmallow pillows And greeted the cooler side with the grip of tiny fingers We wore silly hats And talked in accents no one could identify We made our own curse words That sounded more magical then rude And we hung pictures of mixed historical meaning Cartoons from before nickelodeon was bullocks Our middle names in Braille And the Kennedys on their wedding day Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake The home of chocolate fortitude Where some days we wouldn’t turn on a light switch And let the candles guide our imaginations Down dark tunnels and secret gardens There was never any hunger Tears only came from happiness We made capes out of our bed sheets Chased each other under beds and hid in closets Peeking out because being caught was our goal And we hung pictures of mixed understanding The 8 dirtiest jokes found in ancient art That day when the sun felt like it would never stop playing with the moon The day we stood still long enough to know the color of our eyes and the outline of our toes on wet grass

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Seven slugs ******* beer from a bowl in their garden of Eden rocking out to Miley Cyrus. XM top 20 on 20 radio and gardening and slugs swim like Phelps but opposite like life rafts shriveling drunks contorted and slimy old school nickelodeon green slime on your head washing off in water crossing bridges entering temples where the **** is the shrine of the silver monkey?

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Oct 4, 2010

Oct 4, 2010 at 9:12 PM UTC

Seven slugs ******* beer from a bowl in their garden of Eden rocking out to Miley Cyrus. XM top 20 on 20 radio and gardening and slugs swim like Phelps but opposite like life rafts shriveling drunks contorted and slimy old school nickelodeon green slime on your head washing off in water crossing bridges entering temples where the **** is the shrine of the silver monkey?

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Made in the Eighties Found my Goosebumps collection Nickelodeon

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Feb 20, 2013

Feb 20, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC

Nineties Kids, a time forever lost

Made in the Eighties Found my Goosebumps collection Nickelodeon

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The Packrat has morphed into a hoarder I tried to removed the monkey in a suite off his back and put it in he barrel with the rest of them even though it wasn't my business, although I was its uncle Get in A quaint little bungalow Where sweltering heat is a constant "There's coffee on the back burner, ya want some?" It was a blessing in disguise A bona fide slice of paradise We read up on the complex of Oedipus Rex and the debate of moral fiber when talking about Ped Xing We hopped on to a plane going to Pismo Beach and joined the mile high club then enjoyed clams on the half shell We listen to a dollar fifty nickelodeon And talked about how music is dead because everyone is just na na naing and yeah yeah yeahing their way to the top of the pop charts Over a *** pie I confessed my love His rebuttal seemed abysmal to my sleeve dwelling heart He said this was an unnatural habitat for him And if we were to be together it would raise eyebrows Tarnish his illustrious reputation It was an unanswered prayer After all the whatnots and whathaveyous He got sick and died of AIDS about a year and a half later He never came out Dodged a bullet there on that one

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC

Easy Come, Easy Go (But Not Really)

The Packrat has morphed into a hoarder I tried to removed the monkey in a suite off his back and put it in he barrel with the rest of them even though it wasn't my business, although I was its uncle Get in A quaint little bungalow Where sweltering heat is a constant "There's coffee on the back burner, ya want some?" It was a blessing in disguise A bona fide slice of paradise We read up on the complex of Oedipus Rex and the debate of moral fiber when talking about Ped Xing We hopped on to a plane going to Pismo Beach and joined the mile high club then enjoyed clams on the half shell We listen to a dollar fifty nickelodeon And talked about how music is dead because everyone is just na na naing and yeah yeah yeahing their way to the top of the pop charts Over a *** pie I confessed my love His rebuttal seemed abysmal to my sleeve dwelling heart He said this was an unnatural habitat for him And if we were to be together it would raise eyebrows Tarnish his illustrious reputation It was an unanswered prayer After all the whatnots and whathaveyous He got sick and died of AIDS about a year and a half later He never came out Dodged a bullet there on that one

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I am fat and I know I will die soon but I also know that I will come back to life in Adelaide or the USA in an expensive apartment over looking the sea You see I would like to play footy or appear in the Movies Or go onto the Disney channel To be a really cool kid I could be a nickelodeon kid That wouldn't be bad at all Because I was an adult trying to be a kid I want to go to acting school To learn how to popular I would like to play for Norwood or Glenelg and I would keep fit every day All that I care is that I reincarnate into someone I would like to be Not a fat man not a disabled man not a poor man I suffered too much like that Mind you I would like to help the poor but not as a poor man I would like to be famous and help the poor by donating to charities around the world by being a contestant on a celebrity version of a game show I don't want to be a man who is ready for a fight I don't **** people off for that I just want to live my life and come back to life as someone more famous than I am So I can afford to go to the dentist and I can afford to go around the world on a cruise ship performing music to keep the people on the ship entertained You see I would like to perform in a musical where I can have a lot of fun You see I can't get rid of my flabby gut So I can do all that in my next life and I will get a next life I just know it

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

next life dreams and hopes, in the order of me losing weight

I am fat and I know I will die soon but I also know that I will come back to life in Adelaide or the USA in an expensive apartment over looking the sea You see I would like to play footy or appear in the Movies Or go onto the Disney channel To be a really cool kid I could be a nickelodeon kid That wouldn't be bad at all Because I was an adult trying to be a kid I want to go to acting school To learn how to popular I would like to play for Norwood or Glenelg and I would keep fit every day All that I care is that I reincarnate into someone I would like to be Not a fat man not a disabled man not a poor man I suffered too much like that Mind you I would like to help the poor but not as a poor man I would like to be famous and help the poor by donating to charities around the world by being a contestant on a celebrity version of a game show I don't want to be a man who is ready for a fight I don't **** people off for that I just want to live my life and come back to life as someone more famous than I am So I can afford to go to the dentist and I can afford to go around the world on a cruise ship performing music to keep the people on the ship entertained You see I would like to perform in a musical where I can have a lot of fun You see I can't get rid of my flabby gut So I can do all that in my next life and I will get a next life I just know it

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We were chefs (Monkey Soup a la Mode *1 ***** flower *** 4 small fistfuls of grass 1 hose for broth Add clumps of dirt to taste) We were teachers. (and by we I mean she) We were trapped in the tree house. (but we were still able to order pizza from the disconnected land-line phone) We were parents. (even though the girl we received from the Eskimo village always insisted on being a dog, and I'm not sure if she ever ceased to) We were children of Disney. (Peter Pan easily would've had me at the first mention of a mermaid lagoon) We were in love. (with life, with the sun, with VCRs, with the fact that we had spaghetti, bath time and Nickelodeon for inside and bare feet, bikes and basketballs for outside) We were heartbroken. (when we had to leave adventure out in the wind, or when one drew better than the other could, when doors were slammed in faces, when mothers wouldn't allow playing "Slime Time Live" until the first of May) We were who we chose to be. (and the only thing that stopped us was found in the sky the giant star replaced by billions of smaller ones, the man on the moon waving one last hand with his son the boy on the moon who wanted to marry me) (or so she said)

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC

We were chefs (Monkey Soup a la Mode *1 ***** flower *** 4 small fistfuls of grass 1 hose for broth Add clumps of dirt to taste) We were teachers. (and by we I mean she) We were trapped in the tree house. (but we were still able to order pizza from the disconnected land-line phone) We were parents. (even though the girl we received from the Eskimo village always insisted on being a dog, and I'm not sure if she ever ceased to) We were children of Disney. (Peter Pan easily would've had me at the first mention of a mermaid lagoon) We were in love. (with life, with the sun, with VCRs, with the fact that we had spaghetti, bath time and Nickelodeon for inside and bare feet, bikes and basketballs for outside) We were heartbroken. (when we had to leave adventure out in the wind, or when one drew better than the other could, when doors were slammed in faces, when mothers wouldn't allow playing "Slime Time Live" until the first of May) We were who we chose to be. (and the only thing that stopped us was found in the sky the giant star replaced by billions of smaller ones, the man on the moon waving one last hand with his son the boy on the moon who wanted to marry me) (or so she said)

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I could say I'm the result of my parents: I'm organized because they raised me to be, Intelligent because they gave me those genes, Short for the same reason- at 4' 10' I'm as tall as I'll ever be. But I know there's more than just that to make me Me. I could say the thoughts in my head were influenced by the books I've read, That my way of thinking is directed by all the words in someone else's head, And that even though half of these people are dead They live on with the readers like you and me. But I know there's another reason my mind thinks as Me. I could say all the little habits I live every day Were first watched when I saw someone else do them that way. I saw my mother’s reserved behaviors and made them my own, I watched Nickelodeon and learned how to crack a joke, And all my memories as I acted upon these things could very well be what made me Me. But I know I'm the only person who truly acts like me. I know that genes made up my body, But do genes decide how I cut my hair? Or chose the color I paint the finger nails my body grows, Decide what clothes my body will wear? I know books influence my way of thinking, But who decided which books I want to read? Wasn’t that Me? I know there's not a habit in this world for me to pick up that wasn't someone else's first, But when I saw someone bite their nails I didn't bite mine too. Instead I paced around my room, not even knowing where I got it from. No one chooses my habits any more than my clothes or my books. I chose those things because I liked them. Because I wanted to. I chose the things that make me. So then if you asked me, "Why are you, you?" I'd say, "Because I want to be."

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC

Why Are You, You?

I could say I'm the result of my parents: I'm organized because they raised me to be, Intelligent because they gave me those genes, Short for the same reason- at 4' 10' I'm as tall as I'll ever be. But I know there's more than just that to make me Me. I could say the thoughts in my head were influenced by the books I've read, That my way of thinking is directed by all the words in someone else's head, And that even though half of these people are dead They live on with the readers like you and me. But I know there's another reason my mind thinks as Me. I could say all the little habits I live every day Were first watched when I saw someone else do them that way. I saw my mother’s reserved behaviors and made them my own, I watched Nickelodeon and learned how to crack a joke, And all my memories as I acted upon these things could very well be what made me Me. But I know I'm the only person who truly acts like me. I know that genes made up my body, But do genes decide how I cut my hair? Or chose the color I paint the finger nails my body grows, Decide what clothes my body will wear? I know books influence my way of thinking, But who decided which books I want to read? Wasn’t that Me? I know there's not a habit in this world for me to pick up that wasn't someone else's first, But when I saw someone bite their nails I didn't bite mine too. Instead I paced around my room, not even knowing where I got it from. No one chooses my habits any more than my clothes or my books. I chose those things because I liked them. Because I wanted to. I chose the things that make me. So then if you asked me, "Why are you, you?" I'd say, "Because I want to be."

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The day of the year From past times, where we traditionally commemorated the deceased. Where witches, ghouls, and minons are Participating in the festivities Deciding between tricks and treats. The night filled with mystery, magic and superstition A character from disney or nickelodeon Might, go to extremes just to get your attention. BOO. Gotcha! _Happy Halloween_

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Oct 31, 2022

Oct 31, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC

Happy Halloween.

The day of the year From past times, where we traditionally commemorated the deceased. Where witches, ghouls, and minons are Participating in the festivities Deciding between tricks and treats. The night filled with mystery, magic and superstition A character from disney or nickelodeon Might, go to extremes just to get your attention. BOO. Gotcha! _Happy Halloween_

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Nicky was my friend, and yes, Nicky. Because they were never a she they were just lead into believing they were because people here, at this ******* funeral, would never open their ******* mind and certainly not their ******* eyes. Nicky was MY friend. Nicky was my best friend. and I remember never knowing if I would see them again. They've been fighting this battle for years, and no one stepped in to help because you ******* people were so obsessed with the thought of them being perfect. More perfect than they already were. Their name was Nick, Nicky, not anything else Nickelodeon, maybe, if you wanted to be formal but it was hard to be formal around Nicky, because they weren't someone that took things harshly they saw beauty in skulls and death and they saw the horror in the world around them I'm reading this now because they once told me that they were feeling suicidal in an AEP room and they wrote this letter to me about writing them a poem at first, I didn't want to do it because they only said it because they wanted it read aloud at their funeral I wanted to say no because the thought of their death was unbearable but not impossible. I should have done more but instead, I told them that I would and I started typing. There was nothing wrong with Nicky. Not to me. Not to their friends Nicky was perfect. Maybe not your version of perfect: a girl who will sit and do her nails cross her legs do everything so easily but Nicky was never a she Nicky was and is always a them. Nicky had no childhood, despite what most of you think They grew up the moment they were born into a much too cruel world with a much too cruel man. They saw the world as what it really was and despite what you think, they're not going to heaven there was never heaven, and they knew this but no one knew this, did they? Because did anyone listen? No. Never. Why would they? Because what? Nick was just a person? Nick was just another person? NO! No. Nick was never just a person. Nick was an experience that all of you were too naive to notice or think about, much less see. Nicky suffered all of their life, and they saw something in this pain they saw the beauty that most were too busy crying to realize Nick saw the realism in hurting Nick was a real person who never was really alive just someone who was surviving. because there's a difference, in case you didn't know. With Nicky, they took the color from the world they became a black void, ******* all the happiness possible maybe now people will see how realistic this is. Like a willow tree, they fell silent as they crashed against the ocean of green on the floor they gave in to the rotting the world puts us through you would call it growth but Nicky knew it wasn't growth it was a chainsaw. and now, they're gone. I miss the way they laughed at all of my jokes I miss the way their hand felt in mine I miss being with them, even if we were just sitting in silence with music, deafening. Nicky was my friend, and yes, Nick because they were never a she, but you wouldn't know that would you? Are you listening now?

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Aug 12, 2021

Aug 12, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC

SatansLittleStalker

Nicky was my friend, and yes, Nicky. Because they were never a she they were just lead into believing they were because people here, at this ******* funeral, would never open their ******* mind and certainly not their ******* eyes. Nicky was MY friend. Nicky was my best friend. and I remember never knowing if I would see them again. They've been fighting this battle for years, and no one stepped in to help because you ******* people were so obsessed with the thought of them being perfect. More perfect than they already were. Their name was Nick, Nicky, not anything else Nickelodeon, maybe, if you wanted to be formal but it was hard to be formal around Nicky, because they weren't someone that took things harshly they saw beauty in skulls and death and they saw the horror in the world around them I'm reading this now because they once told me that they were feeling suicidal in an AEP room and they wrote this letter to me about writing them a poem at first, I didn't want to do it because they only said it because they wanted it read aloud at their funeral I wanted to say no because the thought of their death was unbearable but not impossible. I should have done more but instead, I told them that I would and I started typing. There was nothing wrong with Nicky. Not to me. Not to their friends Nicky was perfect. Maybe not your version of perfect: a girl who will sit and do her nails cross her legs do everything so easily but Nicky was never a she Nicky was and is always a them. Nicky had no childhood, despite what most of you think They grew up the moment they were born into a much too cruel world with a much too cruel man. They saw the world as what it really was and despite what you think, they're not going to heaven there was never heaven, and they knew this but no one knew this, did they? Because did anyone listen? No. Never. Why would they? Because what? Nick was just a person? Nick was just another person? NO! No. Nick was never just a person. Nick was an experience that all of you were too naive to notice or think about, much less see. Nicky suffered all of their life, and they saw something in this pain they saw the beauty that most were too busy crying to realize Nick saw the realism in hurting Nick was a real person who never was really alive just someone who was surviving. because there's a difference, in case you didn't know. With Nicky, they took the color from the world they became a black void, ******* all the happiness possible maybe now people will see how realistic this is. Like a willow tree, they fell silent as they crashed against the ocean of green on the floor they gave in to the rotting the world puts us through you would call it growth but Nicky knew it wasn't growth it was a chainsaw. and now, they're gone. I miss the way they laughed at all of my jokes I miss the way their hand felt in mine I miss being with them, even if we were just sitting in silence with music, deafening. Nicky was my friend, and yes, Nick because they were never a she, but you wouldn't know that would you? Are you listening now?

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Take me back to the times when I didn’t know what I know now. Take me back to the days where I didn’t know that I existed in a cruel world. Take me back to where the only faces I naturally smiled at were the people who truly loved me. Take me back to the days when my Queen-sized bed was a white crib and slept for as long as I wanted. My parents did everything for me while I just smiled and giggled. Take me back to the times when my car was a stroller and the gas that kept it going was my parent’s arms. Take me back to the time when having fun meant riding my bike or scooter around the park. Take me back to the days when the only things worth chasing were bubbles before they got away. Take me back to the times where the only games I was used to was Dragon Ball Z or Tekken or Mortal Kombat. Or games on the websites of Cartoon Network, Disney Channel, or Nickelodeon. Take me back to the days when the only words to describe boys were annoying or cute. Take me back to the days when the only friends I knew I had was my teddy bear or my blanket. Take me back to the days when the only color I was concerned about was the my favorite one. Take me back to the days when my devices of entertainment were dolls, toy cars, and an easy bake oven. Take me back to the days when the only puzzle pieces to put together were ones my parents purchased for me. Take me back to the days where my thoughts were what was for dinner or what I was going to wear the next day. Take me back to the days of nap time. Take me back to the days where the only stories I enjoyed hearing were from Dr. Suess or Eric Carle. I know I couldn’t wait to grow up. But I’d give anything for one day of the simplicity I wasn’t thankful enough for. #OWL'S WORLD #OWL'S ORB

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Aug 14, 2020

Aug 14, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC

Take me back to the times when I didn’t know what I know now. Take me back to the days where I didn’t know that I existed in a cruel world. Take me back to where the only faces I naturally smiled at were the people who truly loved me. Take me back to the days when my Queen-sized bed was a white crib and slept for as long as I wanted. My parents did everything for me while I just smiled and giggled. Take me back to the times when my car was a stroller and the gas that kept it going was my parent’s arms. Take me back to the time when having fun meant riding my bike or scooter around the park. Take me back to the days when the only things worth chasing were bubbles before they got away. Take me back to the times where the only games I was used to was Dragon Ball Z or Tekken or Mortal Kombat. Or games on the websites of Cartoon Network, Disney Channel, or Nickelodeon. Take me back to the days when the only words to describe boys were annoying or cute. Take me back to the days when the only friends I knew I had was my teddy bear or my blanket. Take me back to the days when the only color I was concerned about was the my favorite one. Take me back to the days when my devices of entertainment were dolls, toy cars, and an easy bake oven. Take me back to the days when the only puzzle pieces to put together were ones my parents purchased for me. Take me back to the days where my thoughts were what was for dinner or what I was going to wear the next day. Take me back to the days of nap time. Take me back to the days where the only stories I enjoyed hearing were from Dr. Suess or Eric Carle. I know I couldn’t wait to grow up. But I’d give anything for one day of the simplicity I wasn’t thankful enough for. #OWL'S WORLD #OWL'S ORB

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The nickelodeon for two was a dime, Stella from Frith street sat with me on the back seat don't remember the feature but she said, 'I'll meet ya same time next week' it's hard to wait when you're sizzling at eight but I'll be nine next time the next show will be mine.

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May 28, 2017

May 28, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Screaming reels

The nickelodeon for two was a dime, Stella from Frith street sat with me on the back seat don't remember the feature but she said, 'I'll meet ya same time next week' it's hard to wait when you're sizzling at eight but I'll be nine next time the next show will be mine.

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*I'm making faces at my own reflection Eating toll house cookies , acting like a monster on brittle knees , watching Nickelodeon for the first time in years , turning sugar cookies into Christmas trees .. Watching every leaf spiral , then slowly light upon the ground , taking in the outside world with the eyes and ears of a child* ..

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

The Power of Grandchildren ...

*I'm making faces at my own reflection Eating toll house cookies , acting like a monster on brittle knees , watching Nickelodeon for the first time in years , turning sugar cookies into Christmas trees .. Watching every leaf spiral , then slowly light upon the ground , taking in the outside world with the eyes and ears of a child* ..

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The nickelodeon for two was a dime, Stella from Frith street sat with me on the back seat don't remember the feature but she said, 'I'll meet ya same time next week' it's hard to wait when you're sizzling at eight but I'll be nine next time the next show will be mine.

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May 28, 2017

May 28, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Screaming reels

The nickelodeon for two was a dime, Stella from Frith street sat with me on the back seat don't remember the feature but she said, 'I'll meet ya same time next week' it's hard to wait when you're sizzling at eight but I'll be nine next time the next show will be mine.

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A picture captures a dream of a time That I was living. A time where the sky was always gold And no worries were given. My only responsibility Was to be back before the streetlights. Nintendo 64 with my friends And Nickelodeon all through the night. I wasn’t bothered by thoughts Of what people thought of me. We were true to ourselves Even if we didn’t know what that meant. I wonder if I went back now To meet who I was back then, Would I be proud of myself Or see I’m way off track once again? Have I found my truth Or did I forget the lessons from youth? Can’t help but laugh at this photograph. Oh, it’s time that I went back.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC

Cardboard_Jones

Streets Of Summer

A picture captures a dream of a time That I was living. A time where the sky was always gold And no worries were given. My only responsibility Was to be back before the streetlights. Nintendo 64 with my friends And Nickelodeon all through the night. I wasn’t bothered by thoughts Of what people thought of me. We were true to ourselves Even if we didn’t know what that meant. I wonder if I went back now To meet who I was back then, Would I be proud of myself Or see I’m way off track once again? Have I found my truth Or did I forget the lessons from youth? Can’t help but laugh at this photograph. Oh, it’s time that I went back.

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