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"omg" poems
Our society is obsessed with the cell phone That ever present handy little device If we could just leave it behind Sometimes that would be nice I've observed people literally Walk into a door While looking down at their cell phone As if gazing at the floor A call a text or Instagram Excuse me I have to check my mail O my God!!!my batteries low!! Please my phone do not fail I know we're here for dinner But I must text a friend LOL and *** Now it's time to send Cell phones have their place I guess in today's society But there would not be one in existence If it were up to me No one can communicate As in talking face to face This type of interaction Has by the cell phone been replaced I guess that's just the way it is today O how I long for the days of old When you had to find a pay phone In the heat or rain or cold Drop a quarter in the slot Or maybe just a dime Better say what you want Your running out of time I'm just a little old fashioned I guess I like the way it used to be When two would sit and talk Without interruption from technology RLB
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
It's A Cell Phone World
Ice cream is sweet and quite the treat A savory delight I crave at night At almost any time and any where, it is worth to desert for this dessert. Some keep it vanilla while others want a twist. Sometimes it's good to mix or other wise switch. Maybe you're ***** can't resist other flavored dishes? What if you were denied it or could no longer find it? *** how I'd crave its taste, but at least I'd lose weight. Other substitutes are lame and aren't quite the same. Regardless, I would survive and still be able to thrive. Why is *** so different? It's a biological need you'll probably say, so you, can't compare the two. I disagree completely. Though we'd all prefer not to be lacking, it's not as if we'd die for wanting. Additionally, people have lived ascetically and have been perfectly fulfilled and happy. Those kinds of people aren't born that way, but rather we are conditioned to be *** crazy. We are made to feel as if we are measured by who or how many we've been with. It is validation we truly desire and to know we always matter. And though *** is one of life's greatest gifts, it does not give your life an overarching bliss.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
A Sweet Gift
I've been afloat, Captain a boat. Control the motion in the ocean 'til I'm getting soaked. In a skull, Cross bones One eyed pirate and the sea men found the treasure trove. Drop the anchor on a beach, In a cove, Burying it so deep Dig a hole. I can't let nobody see, Telescope. *** the spot, Exit marks and leave the dock.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
Wavey
My ancient cell phone died. Had to replace it with a smart-phone. Samsung Galaxy. No Choice. Smart-phone my *** nothing but a hassle since I got it. Phones should make phone calls. I don't want the weather in Ukraine. I don't want people texting me. (What the hell is texting? *** LOL. IMHO.) Don't want to play games or listen to music. Sure as hell don't want to watch movies. What kind of ***** watches movies on a phone? Ned Ludd where are you? Call me if your phone works. We need to make some plans.    ~mce
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
******* New Phone: A Lament
[1:24 AM, 8/26/2016] +91 77085 85412: (Typing message on whatsapp) A boy meets girl..  gets her attraction.. thinks to speak.. touch.. make her his better half..!   She says yes..!   Both gets together.. coffee shops.. movies..  parks.. pubs.. clubs.. beaches.. parties.. having a lot of fun.. touches each.. enjoying.. nice love story ryt... !   Stop ther.. did u see any love inbetween themm..   noo i didn't.. i saw two people having fun that isn't love.. then how are we thinking its a love story.. look at this story now.. A boy meets girl.. thinks she's cute.. both speaks after few vague  looks.. texts.. looking at their phone contacts thinking to call each.. more texts more calls.. rare meets.. one fine day confirming love.. some day later.. feeling faded out from it.. she reminds him.. he reminds her.. few texts.. he s feeling ****** off of her.. she then speaks someday.. he melts for her voice.. he melts at her images.. he melts when thinking her..!   He s getting confused.. thinking her.. calling her.. messaging her.. !  Hoping everything will b fine.. i see some love in this now        [1:25 AM, 8/26/2016] +91 77085 85412: And he types a crazy crazy big story in the middle of the night for her and she surprises him by being online!  *** shes awake**!!
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
She's awake at 1:25AM
What made Rumi is not the poetry. That's media not the end of the discovery. The reality, *** Can a bard stich a word on it where none nothing can stand still? Treading on the way poet Rumi sings.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
The Rumi Reality
your curves are **** beautiful your legs that show tiger marks your thighs that were created by streaks of waves the arms and calves build with love they are criticized judged by the eye of everyone hello? is this fat? *** that’s gross they say avoiding contact with the realistic things words do cut deeper than knives and the thoughts were too cruel running in my veins me being fed so i changed ate a little starved myself commitment to such self abuse being embarrassed of how the curves of my body shapes me why oh why? who are you now now i’ve got bruises forming everywhere on my body scarring my pale tan skin or should i describe it as ash gray dead? never would’ve thought that every words that build up in my mind became so life threatening how they slay my emotions and torture me with pressure sorry dear self for making you suffer trying to fit in the wrong crowd taking all these diets and pills to make myself gorgeous but in the end the smile begun to fade dark circles started to show up and my perfect days were daunted by the sickness of me, anorexia.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
sticks and bones
Hi, hello, I'm here. My name is Lucas-Jasper, but you can call me Jas. (pronounced J-Ass) Never call me LJ. That's weird. I'm an Aries, and I'm dumb. Sometimes I'll write about wth is going on, or I'll write poetry, or nothing at all. Idk man. (Feel free to message me whenever *** I'm always on the search for interweb friends) - Jas
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Hi
I am up on top am I going to die today? Will this hurt more that I think? Do I have to do this? That was not hard! HEY I did it! wow! Amazed! ouch help I think its broken crash, smash, boom uh my head did I just do that *** That was awesome LOL does it look bad? is it broken? that was very painful am I going to be okay? that was so fun dude you should try that Okay i’m done i’m not doing it again
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Skateboarding
It was just a Kiss It was a fellas hangout Why I refused? Still don't know We were all there, ballers and players Ian was always there, behind Never fails to appear a Lover Tonight she is a drunkard No hold backs; No barrier "How long Adelaide, how long?" You can't kiss me in public I am not your side-chick No more , No more, NO! I've done it all, everything Come dear can we go home We can talk about this at .... **** you Adelaide! Sit down These are your friends, aren't they? Tell them who i am to you NOW! She's now the Boss, I get Bossed For your information, giggles! I'm pregnant and I'm not terminating Oh! Baby... Don't baby me... Gabby should have kept quiet 'Hm-mm Sorry can i excused?" Shut the **** up Gabriel! Are you saying you aint in this? Giggles! NG Gabby has a child ... "What! SLAP! Jeez! *** Its enough Ian! SLAP! Silence Long silence..... Tears, agony, wailing, pleadings Guess its more than just a kiss It always is Stupid...
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
"I should have kissed her..."
The power of the mind I have heard those words Thought them to be nothing more Than just a play on words But not today, oh, not today It was the yellow sweater I saw first I know right!! YELLOW sweater Let's just let that go Then the face, your face The one I have been trying so hard not to forget Those eyes I could not stare into for more than a few seconds For they always seem  to be staring back at my soul Saying I know what you are thinking, I can see your heart beating I could not contain myself, like an open book I let out a smile, My OMG-IT-IS-REALLY-YOU! smile Hidden behind the HAPPY-NEW-YEAR, LONG-TIME-NO-SEE greetings Oh I believe!!!! I am a believer!!! i believe in its power The power of the mind, My mind, The one you have been breezing in and out Of like a ghost, the friendly one though Whispering your name in calligraphic puffs of air Once or twice for the past couple of weeks Now you are here, standing in front of me The 3rd time today, asking if you had changed in anyway And I saying just saying "No" When all I was screaming inside to say was Yes!!!! Your fine self is finer than the last time I laid eyes on you. ©Belema .S. Ekine ©belemascribbles
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
YELLOW SWEATER
Who here loves ******* I mean, dogs Obviously… Immature people. I love ***** shows. Seeing them all groomed to perfection, not a hair out off place A shame some cute faces will just go to waste. While some may whine and some may resist, If it’s not monetised, well… does it exist? Lined up in a row Look at them go Praying and hoping to win best in show, just for a itty bitty wittle headpat, while the owner gets useful things like money. Cause a dog can’t use money, that’s just silly Nails perfectly trimmed Intelligence dimmed Watch how they walk with a little trot, so proud of themselves, its like they forgot they only have the same rights as their owners in 6 countries. But dogs don’t need equal working rights, that’s just silly Look its absurd When they whine all their words Clogging up space with their frilly likes and their silly ums that totally like inconveniences like everyone because they have to um like listen to a ***** talk for um longer than they like totally like um have to like *** But they aren’t so bad, especially when you’ve had A ***** that wont behave, a ***** that’s gone mad Howling at the moon with their wandering wombs It’s like there’s no party, only balloons. If a ***** wears pants, do they go on all fours Or do they get sent home for showing more than their paws. Gasp at how they growl, protecting their hairy bodies, which, silly them, they don’t own. They must be culled Anger dulled Knock in their thick skulls they are nothing but a ***** We all love ***** shows, we love the ******* even more. So come on ladies, get down on all fours.
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Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 4:37 PM UTC
Man’s Best Friend
Who here loves ******* I mean, dogs Obviously… Immature people. I love ***** shows. Seeing them all groomed to perfection, not a hair out off place A shame some cute faces will just go to waste. While some may whine and some may resist, If it’s not monetised, well… does it exist? Lined up in a row Look at them go Praying and hoping to win best in show, just for a itty bitty wittle headpat, while the owner gets useful things like money. Cause a dog can’t use money, that’s just silly Nails perfectly trimmed Intelligence dimmed Watch how they walk with a little trot, so proud of themselves, its like they forgot they only have the same rights as their owners in 6 countries. But dogs don’t need equal working rights, that’s just silly Look its absurd When they whine all their words Clogging up space with their frilly likes and their silly ums that totally like inconveniences like everyone because they have to um like listen to a ***** talk for um longer than they like totally like um have to like *** But they aren’t so bad, especially when you’ve had A ***** that wont behave, a ***** that’s gone mad Howling at the moon with their wandering wombs It’s like there’s no party, only balloons. If a ***** wears pants, do they go on all fours Or do they get sent home for showing more than their paws. Gasp at how they growl, protecting their hairy bodies, which, silly them, they don’t own. They must be culled Anger dulled Knock in their thick skulls they are nothing but a ***** We all love ***** shows, we love the ******* even more. So come on ladies, get down on all fours.
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Silent mornings and empty beds. I cook for one. 28 day snapchat streaks, *** “lol” and *** Walking by your mom’s house. You’ll run out that door any minute...? New friends in class. They’re temporary and they know it. Job applications stacked on my bed. I’ll quit within 3 months. Getting breakfast at LP almost every morning. They’re the only ones left who know my name. I count the days until summer ends, and with it my loneliness. 37, in case you were wondering.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
Summertime Juxtaposition
no one understands that i can't be myself around a stranger it takes time for me to be comfortable and open up no one understands that when i say give it time and ill be myself i mean what i say no one understands that i can't control it i can't tell myself to not be shy my personality is weird like that no one understands that when they make jokes like "you never talk" "you're so shy *** i take that personally no one understands that i am self conscious about that i cant help but beat myself up when i say the wrong things or don't say anything at all no one understands that i am shy for a reason God made me this way He gave me this unique personality I am shy so i don't make the wrong friends so i don't say the wrong things so guys mess with me because i'm too nice God protected me when he formed me in my mother's womb i am forever grateful to have a God who loves me unconditionally i am glad i'm shy i wouldn't be myself if i weren't
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Shy
A quaint little shifter From purple to green He can hide and appear So funny when seen With beady weird eyes And a look of apathy Don't be fooled by it's demeanor It's as cute as can be I'm talking of a lizard Can be small as your thumb They can make me go silly And shout 'OMG LOOK AT IT'S TONGUE!!' But really, truly I do love you Mr. Chameleon
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
Rainbow Lizards
Fire fire fire first house fire suprisinlgly NOT Josh nobody was using it WOW WWE to GOD not really but....... WWE to the future and FIRE ***
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
cant believe this
*come with me to the ****** motel it could be so tender as **** as hell we can kiss awhile i'd lick you sweet and then bend you over and cut your feet *** honey you can't walk anymore no matter darling i'm a blood **** ***** **** me daddy soon i'll be dead i want it in the mouth crush my head not so soon my sweet little ****** first lose some blood to get you all woozy stand on the toilet a rope around you neck on tippy toes you'll soon be a wreck i'd love to shoot you want it in the *** in the intestine the bullet will pass ooow honey yes let me spread wide then shoot me through is that how i died no baby that was just for fun i cumed in your *** my **** was the gun oh **** me soon you begged and you cried i need it my love so your hands i tied i ****** you and ****** you ready to *** i yanked your head back and you licked up my **** are you ready sweet girl you lifted your head my **** in your *** a dagger of dread i slit your throat ever so slow you ****** and you shimmied and the blood did flow you got on top your **** in my face i drank from your throat you bled out with grace i loved you so and called your name you fell over dead but who's to blame oh my darling you wanted to go black emerald death an ******** show pretty dead girl im still kissing you but i have to leave boo hoo hoo*
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
The ****** Motel...Ero ****
Sing a song fast or slow Melody completes the flow Strum guitar put on a show Hit all notes high and low *** You are dream Voice of an Angel with a Devil's scream ***** mind you so clean Oh so nice yet so mean Tell me how you want this Dope? Twisted how I slip the slope Potent addictive most can't cope Write you lyrics you can smoke I am now a giving MAN Hold my ego in my hand Slips from grasp just like sand Release me from the master plan So I drift on my own Carving out a heart from stone Magic every day has grown Flesh feels married to the bone Adventure unravels mystery Encounter different parts of me Through eyes of wise begin to see Means to elevate humanity Truth on Earth we all are one.. Chilling on the block till Kingdom come Radiate our talent like rays of Sun We Sing a song far from done...
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Sing
she was young and had struggled all her life like a cursed devil doll with the darkest impulses pain was *** *** was pleasure and death she thought oh wow thats an ****** while her little girl friends all may berry kittens and sunshine screamed in terror at the horror films like minced mice in cleavers she thrilled to the part where little innocent katty bratty blondy got it hard and ****** with an ice pick in the belly and then stumbled around waring her surprise face blink-less trailing blood finally getting to the ice box pulling out her last ice cream on a stick and while eating it fell head first into the cooler dead she thrilled witnessing the girl poked through like butter by a guy with eyes like spider bites in a jet black motor cycle jacket and electric bolt tattoos on his face all blond duck assed jelled like filigree in wild root cream hair tonic she imagined his **** pink longish arterial a real throat gager she, helpless, sacrificial and oh so willing being murdered by a boy who loved her that way his **** a a piercing blade the very death of her her little hot pink ***** ******* a gooey cauldron of drooling tears splatter she thought how can any body want this Oh but i do *** yes please
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
Demon Lover at the Movies
*** a knife in my chest, Not a day I rest. My anxiety is too high, I have not a clue why. They threw a book at my face, And expected me to work at their pace. All of a sudden work became too much to handle, I sit in mental agony, trembling with a melted candle. it seems unjust, unfair, To now have me decide; to fully care. I am baffled as to why there was a requirement, I feel trapped inside an isolated environment. Did they ask about my feelings? Did they wonder what I knew? Did they care I favored my abilities over theirs? Did they realize this much is true? The book beside me is relentless, It motions for me to work day after day, But I sit there with stress raging over me, Will I be okay? I try and I try, To greatly improve in this never-ending book of lies, For an outstanding score, And the disappearance of my sighs.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
"SATS"
Sixth Mass Extinction Earth's sixth mass extinction event under way, scientists warn -The Guardian The headmaster has shaved his head egg-smooth Shifted his hair to the point of his chin And his sunshades to the top of his scalp His petrol-station SAS sunshades He often boasts he doesn’t even own a tie And hasn’t read a book since Upper-Sixth Something transgender post-colonial About Guevara (who is on his tee) Not a form master, but a master of forms A way-cool disciple of Ofsted norms Variant for the American Market Sixth Mass Extinction Earth's sixth mass extinction event under way, scientists warn -The Guardian Like, you know, the principal shaves his head Like, absolutely, *** Got him a goatee, like, actually Cheap gas-station Official USA Navy Seals™® shades, mannnnnnnnnnnnnnn Not cool, *** actually I had to help him with the big words in Goodnight, Moon Absolutely, like Yosemite Sam™® on his faunky ol’ tee His office has, like, stuffed fish and, like, football pictures, like, and his Dallas Cowboys™® baseball cap, like, actually
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Sixth Mass Extinction
I was the childlike girl next door for him. He was a gentleman and the crush of almost all the neighbours. He never spoke too much so I was never a good listener. For him I never mattered so much. But I, like all other neighbours, had a crush on him. His body never got my focus, but his writings were. Day by day I fell in love with his unspoken words. On a rainy day I wanted to express my love, As because it was his favourite season after all. Yes, he loved monsoon a lot. Many neighbours had asked him once,  Why he love monsoon so much? He never spoke too much, as I have mentioned above. But he said he will narrate it on a rainy day. When I went and knocked his door,  His roommate said he had went upstairs. Greeting him a smiley bye, I went to meet my guy. Love for him or for his words, I was confused a lot. But I had already started calling him as my guy. Silly or stupid or again childlike girl, what he will address me now? I was wondering and riding towards him. He was sitting near the terrace door and was writing something. Hey, hi, Writing some poems I guess Mr....  I was silent for a while. It didn't bother me anytime, but I realised, I do not know his name. *** what a great lover I am, Without knowing his name I had fallen in love with him. My heart corrected me this time. You have fallen in love with his writings and unspoken words and not with him. I smiled and said to my heart, May be I have fallen in love with his writings and unspoken words,  But the love for him is pure and real, And I believe the love for him is also devine. My conversations with my heart was broken by his touch. Seeing me lost in my own world, He had given me a **** on my shoulder and said, I am a writer so I want to be known by that. He may have wanted to say something more. I truly like a bad listener stopped him and said, Shakespeare had once said, "What's in a name!"  And being a lover of your writing,  I too want to say,  In name there is no fame  Because fame is there where creativity and innovation resides. He actually smiled and kissed my forehead, And then took me to the terrace and said, When I had come, The place was new, people were new, But when I saw you, I felt something not new. I do not knew by your name but your smile was very much known. Your smile was like the sunshine which I knew from a time immemorial. Then were you spoke to me for the first time, Your words were like the breeze which inspires me to write. I used to notice when you read my poems after coming home. Your comments after reading my poems everyday, Was the best gift for everytime. And you thought you never mattered so much! I was happy that you understood my writings more than I had expressed in words. I am not worried about the answer, I may get now, But after knowing about your favourite season,  Monsoon became my favourite too. Without any fear, I want to confess that,  I have fallen in love with the childlike girl who stays nextdoor. Whatever be your answer, Just say it keeping the raindrops as our witnesses. Drenched in rain but my tears were real. I felt like Monsoon had gifted the best rain that day. Without any confusion, I hugged my guy. Many days, months and years had passed since then. Then what!  He continued with his Writings and unspoken words. He now goes for world tours, To spread his unspoken words. And I? Being his better half, accompany him everywhere.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
"The childlike girl next door and unspoken words"
I was the childlike girl next door for him. He was a gentleman and the crush of almost all the neighbours. He never spoke too much so I was never a good listener. For him I never mattered so much. But I, like all other neighbours, had a crush on him. His body never got my focus, but his writings were. Day by day I fell in love with his unspoken words. On a rainy day I wanted to express my love, As because it was his favourite season after all. Yes, he loved monsoon a lot. Many neighbours had asked him once,  Why he love monsoon so much? He never spoke too much, as I have mentioned above. But he said he will narrate it on a rainy day. When I went and knocked his door,  His roommate said he had went upstairs. Greeting him a smiley bye, I went to meet my guy. Love for him or for his words, I was confused a lot. But I had already started calling him as my guy. Silly or stupid or again childlike girl, what he will address me now? I was wondering and riding towards him. He was sitting near the terrace door and was writing something. Hey, hi, Writing some poems I guess Mr....  I was silent for a while. It didn't bother me anytime, but I realised, I do not know his name. *** what a great lover I am, Without knowing his name I had fallen in love with him. My heart corrected me this time. You have fallen in love with his writings and unspoken words and not with him. I smiled and said to my heart, May be I have fallen in love with his writings and unspoken words,  But the love for him is pure and real, And I believe the love for him is also devine. My conversations with my heart was broken by his touch. Seeing me lost in my own world, He had given me a **** on my shoulder and said, I am a writer so I want to be known by that. He may have wanted to say something more. I truly like a bad listener stopped him and said, Shakespeare had once said, "What's in a name!"  And being a lover of your writing,  I too want to say,  In name there is no fame  Because fame is there where creativity and innovation resides. He actually smiled and kissed my forehead, And then took me to the terrace and said, When I had come, The place was new, people were new, But when I saw you, I felt something not new. I do not knew by your name but your smile was very much known. Your smile was like the sunshine which I knew from a time immemorial. Then were you spoke to me for the first time, Your words were like the breeze which inspires me to write. I used to notice when you read my poems after coming home. Your comments after reading my poems everyday, Was the best gift for everytime. And you thought you never mattered so much! I was happy that you understood my writings more than I had expressed in words. I am not worried about the answer, I may get now, But after knowing about your favourite season,  Monsoon became my favourite too. Without any fear, I want to confess that,  I have fallen in love with the childlike girl who stays nextdoor. Whatever be your answer, Just say it keeping the raindrops as our witnesses. Drenched in rain but my tears were real. I felt like Monsoon had gifted the best rain that day. Without any confusion, I hugged my guy. Many days, months and years had passed since then. Then what!  He continued with his Writings and unspoken words. He now goes for world tours, To spread his unspoken words. And I? Being his better half, accompany him everywhere.
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For You- Butch my friend from Philippines ocean away to Cali U.S.A FRIENDSHIP is like Red Rose in my Garden. It is not the sum -total on how many it BLOOMED but unfathomable beneath the ROOTS thriving & Sprouting. Purview as Emoting little some Some, little Bored, little Depleted little sad, or yielding to the Inevitable! Languish to anguish perhaps from  lack of vitamin 'ME"..Ahah! Thereby stayed in touch, in Tuned following  the thread   with ME. My Friend so close yet Afar. Truly Extraordinary, wonderfully Smiling and  adamantly Affirms: "You  are D apple of my Eye!" Every time WE see eye to eye in social networking  called Facebook Through Cyber Space The abounding witty comments of "OMG's," "Ohhs "and 'AAhhs" makes everyone amused with Awe of such silly antics we so accorded! A blessing, a gift from God. So unusual Diamonds so Alike a  rare atypical like it! ..so Uncommon Not Phony friends out there to  deceive & Decry.. Succumb unlikely in Waterloo! But You  definitely a Diamond to my passion! As girl's BFF, a Buddy or a Sweet chum or Dude! Not a Foe but Pal Forever. And  just to let You Know , my Friend, You  are  like a Diamond so brilliant Found like a rare gemstone from a dust who is never be a mere coincidence to bring JOY & Delight   to the norm & Conform. So for  now.. priceless friend like You..is for me to treasure the friendship between Us. Thank you, my Friend, I will always be here & there for You as a Friend in Deed!
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
My Friend named Butch
For You- Butch my friend from Philippines ocean away to Cali U.S.A FRIENDSHIP is like Red Rose in my Garden. It is not the sum -total on how many it BLOOMED but unfathomable beneath the ROOTS thriving & Sprouting. Purview as Emoting little some Some, little Bored, little Depleted little sad, or yielding to the Inevitable! Languish to anguish perhaps from  lack of vitamin 'ME"..Ahah! Thereby stayed in touch, in Tuned following  the thread   with ME. My Friend so close yet Afar. Truly Extraordinary, wonderfully Smiling and  adamantly Affirms: "You  are D apple of my Eye!" Every time WE see eye to eye in social networking  called Facebook Through Cyber Space The abounding witty comments of "OMG's," "Ohhs "and 'AAhhs" makes everyone amused with Awe of such silly antics we so accorded! A blessing, a gift from God. So unusual Diamonds so Alike a  rare atypical like it! ..so Uncommon Not Phony friends out there to  deceive & Decry.. Succumb unlikely in Waterloo! But You  definitely a Diamond to my passion! As girl's BFF, a Buddy or a Sweet chum or Dude! Not a Foe but Pal Forever. And  just to let You Know , my Friend, You  are  like a Diamond so brilliant Found like a rare gemstone from a dust who is never be a mere coincidence to bring JOY & Delight   to the norm & Conform. So for  now.. priceless friend like You..is for me to treasure the friendship between Us. Thank you, my Friend, I will always be here & there for You as a Friend in Deed!
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Omg.. my song. My song is on. Guys. Guys. This is my song. GUYS. EVERYONE. THIS IS MY SONG. SHUT UP EVERYONE. GUYS. GUYS. stabs someone ***** THIS IS MY SONG.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
white girls
the halls are filled with awkward jawlines, the smell of cigarette smoke and strong perfume used by the girls with blue eye shadow, "hurry up!" "ew who are you?" *** did u see what shes wearing?" the noisy classroom seems to just stare judging everyone in its path, "im sorry okay im just trying to fit in" "that's the problem your not trying hard enough" you see i don't like school, but hey who doesn't but my reasons a little bit different, i want to study, learn some new math but can i take out these disgusting judgmental people and maybe i'd start liking school. h.d.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
i don't like school