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I thought I would be raising a glass to freedom. But my counterparts didn't know that history had its eyes on us. The choices seemed apparent, Yet, we have been left bewildered and scrambling - Wondering whether we did all we can. My glass is raised to freedom - The end of freedom. History has repeated itself. The beginning of the end. And thunderous applause filled the amphitheater. Those that have felt wronged have decided the fates of those that have had no wrong doing. Two exes. One overwhelming Y... It's ineffable. We may weep and mourn today. We may weep and mourn tomorrow. We may be frozen in the moment - But our legacy isn't etched in stone. It can be changed by us all if we choose.. These sleepless nights will wear us down. The disrupted R.E.M. may disrupt our rest. But we must only rest until we are capable to go on. And when we move, we will move as a force of love. Love will oust the darkness that has descended upon us. Love will out. Truth will out. We will endure the worst and rise. And then we will raise a glass to freedom. We will raise a glass to all. We will raise a glass and drink to the revolution- The revolution that will be a beacon of light for those that need it most.   In a sea of red we will be the silver lining In a sea of red we will be the light. We will call those home. We will call to those that need us most. We will be united against the fear. We will rise and rise and rise. We will rise until lambs become lions. We will overcome. We will show them that we cannot be killed or swept aside. We will rise up.
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
timmytwotimes
Rise
I thought I would be raising a glass to freedom. But my counterparts didn't know that history had its eyes on us. The choices seemed apparent, Yet, we have been left bewildered and scrambling - Wondering whether we did all we can. My glass is raised to freedom - The end of freedom. History has repeated itself. The beginning of the end. And thunderous applause filled the amphitheater. Those that have felt wronged have decided the fates of those that have had no wrong doing. Two exes. One overwhelming Y... It's ineffable. We may weep and mourn today. We may weep and mourn tomorrow. We may be frozen in the moment - But our legacy isn't etched in stone. It can be changed by us all if we choose.. These sleepless nights will wear us down. The disrupted R.E.M. may disrupt our rest. But we must only rest until we are capable to go on. And when we move, we will move as a force of love. Love will oust the darkness that has descended upon us. Love will out. Truth will out. We will endure the worst and rise. And then we will raise a glass to freedom. We will raise a glass to all. We will raise a glass and drink to the revolution- The revolution that will be a beacon of light for those that need it most.   In a sea of red we will be the silver lining In a sea of red we will be the light. We will call those home. We will call to those that need us most. We will be united against the fear. We will rise and rise and rise. We will rise until lambs become lions. We will overcome. We will show them that we cannot be killed or swept aside. We will rise up.
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Dysphoria is like having to ***** You're sitting there, weak and trembling; every movement becomes twisted into a bout of nausea. You're pale and helpless; held captive by your sickness Every fiber of your body aches to oust the illness A vile purgation, stinging and hot against your throat Waves and waves of sickness pouring out of your body Until finally, feeble and wavering, you stand. And the color begins to come back to your face. A relief of all the gross and disgusting feelings Allowing you to lay down again and rest Without your head swimming with blight. But that is not dysphoria. There is no purge There is no relief. You are hit again and again with this nausea No hope for an end With every breath, your stomach churns With every movement, your body shakes Your eyes are closed and you bite your lip; Any action can only serve to entice the disease. No medication could ever relieve such a force Of this malady, this fever, this ailment. Nothing can calm the tides of dysphoria.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
zach-hanlon
Dysphoria
Dysphoria is like having to ***** You're sitting there, weak and trembling; every movement becomes twisted into a bout of nausea. You're pale and helpless; held captive by your sickness Every fiber of your body aches to oust the illness A vile purgation, stinging and hot against your throat Waves and waves of sickness pouring out of your body Until finally, feeble and wavering, you stand. And the color begins to come back to your face. A relief of all the gross and disgusting feelings Allowing you to lay down again and rest Without your head swimming with blight. But that is not dysphoria. There is no purge There is no relief. You are hit again and again with this nausea No hope for an end With every breath, your stomach churns With every movement, your body shakes Your eyes are closed and you bite your lip; Any action can only serve to entice the disease. No medication could ever relieve such a force Of this malady, this fever, this ailment. Nothing can calm the tides of dysphoria.
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Oh no, I didn'tstagram Don't want to share my selfies Don't want you to know what I ate last night Or what I did on Roofies I twitter at your followers And no, I won't "Follow you back" The only people I'll re-tweet, my dear Have all the things you lack Won't go in One Direction So hate on me, make a fuss Don't think they'll oust the Beatles Just because Harry does Oh, what's a SnapChat? Don't think I have that Oh wait a minute, I don't care Cos that app's neither here nor there Don't think I'll find an online mister Or reply to a "How about we.."? Yes, I'm cyber challenged So said my little sister Everyone's a super model But I mistrust Facebook photos You probably photo-shopped your flaws Or whitened your teeth with risottos #nofilter equals #somanyfilters Enough with all the fake Because in this unreal world This is more than I can take So, take a step back Post a candid shot Don't hang around for them likes Show them what you've really got Make it stop.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Asunder
Inter-not
Oh no, I didn'tstagram Don't want to share my selfies Don't want you to know what I ate last night Or what I did on Roofies I twitter at your followers And no, I won't "Follow you back" The only people I'll re-tweet, my dear Have all the things you lack Won't go in One Direction So hate on me, make a fuss Don't think they'll oust the Beatles Just because Harry does Oh, what's a SnapChat? Don't think I have that Oh wait a minute, I don't care Cos that app's neither here nor there Don't think I'll find an online mister Or reply to a "How about we.."? Yes, I'm cyber challenged So said my little sister Everyone's a super model But I mistrust Facebook photos You probably photo-shopped your flaws Or whitened your teeth with risottos #nofilter equals #somanyfilters Enough with all the fake Because in this unreal world This is more than I can take So, take a step back Post a candid shot Don't hang around for them likes Show them what you've really got Make it stop.
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We were building a boat. A sea-worthy vessel made for two. A cosy little nest, a shell of the promise for me and you. We made it sturdy... From keel to hull. We sang to each other to oust the lull. We spoke of the adventures, together we'd avidly chase. We braced for the storms, we'd most likely face. As the last drop of sweat... Fell freely to our feet, the boat was done. What were once planks, was then complete. I climbed aboard and hoisted up the sail. You lingered for a bit... Seemingly cautious that the boat might fail. The craft quickly drifted out to sea... When the wind, the sail did willingly welcome. I cried out to you so you could hop on... So with me you could come. But you simply stood there... With a gaze incredibly deadpan. As the currents pulled me further, I only then realised... That I was never your plan.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
ryn
Shell of a Promise
We were building a boat. A sea-worthy vessel made for two. A cosy little nest, a shell of the promise for me and you. We made it sturdy... From keel to hull. We sang to each other to oust the lull. We spoke of the adventures, together we'd avidly chase. We braced for the storms, we'd most likely face. As the last drop of sweat... Fell freely to our feet, the boat was done. What were once planks, was then complete. I climbed aboard and hoisted up the sail. You lingered for a bit... Seemingly cautious that the boat might fail. The craft quickly drifted out to sea... When the wind, the sail did willingly welcome. I cried out to you so you could hop on... So with me you could come. But you simply stood there... With a gaze incredibly deadpan. As the currents pulled me further, I only then realised... That I was never your plan.
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Oh me, oh my. Why do I try, Its like sticking a camel through the miniture eye of a needle, I see thru every facade. The things I love have been deemed me odd. Oust the judgment which effects the mental of the masses, whose glasses started half full. Now they're half empty, No problem solved simply by lying and cheating and all of that bull. Influenced to forgive and forget, my mind, in time, forgot. Now I realize who im not. Not phoney or fake, I'll make a mistake This here is me and all that I got.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
william-mcdanielstz
The Confession
Oh me, oh my. Why do I try, Its like sticking a camel through the miniture eye of a needle, I see thru every facade. The things I love have been deemed me odd. Oust the judgment which effects the mental of the masses, whose glasses started half full. Now they're half empty, No problem solved simply by lying and cheating and all of that bull. Influenced to forgive and forget, my mind, in time, forgot. Now I realize who im not. Not phoney or fake, I'll make a mistake This here is me and all that I got.
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On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound, Then it pours, N the fire flies go dim I dont amble, I dont whisk Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself, I wheel as  "The Lance Armstrong" Heavy pours invite a stroll Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL! Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll Surrendering myself to  the Zephyr Same trail but with ****** looks Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights N I ***** like " The Supertramp" Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch Extending my arms to the cries of sky Dont know the destination of this alley Trying to think what 'm anticipating Though without any charge on my shoulders Flickering in the near distant are two lights I hike as " The Aron" 'm I tears, I dont know Even the silence has sulked Nothing's in my head Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues Repose the folioles, within Distant lights are passing by now I stride as " The me" To the Aisle, where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble From the stroll to the stride 's a short walk of hues n blues The fringes have passed by Arena's clear n so 'm I.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
saurabh-tak
Stroll to Stride
On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound, Then it pours, N the fire flies go dim I dont amble, I dont whisk Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself, I wheel as  "The Lance Armstrong" Heavy pours invite a stroll Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL! Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll Surrendering myself to  the Zephyr Same trail but with ****** looks Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights N I ***** like " The Supertramp" Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch Extending my arms to the cries of sky Dont know the destination of this alley Trying to think what 'm anticipating Though without any charge on my shoulders Flickering in the near distant are two lights I hike as " The Aron" 'm I tears, I dont know Even the silence has sulked Nothing's in my head Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues Repose the folioles, within Distant lights are passing by now I stride as " The me" To the Aisle, where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble From the stroll to the stride 's a short walk of hues n blues The fringes have passed by Arena's clear n so 'm I.
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Roddy's Rooster, man! you couldn't   oust her Standing up there on his dunghill fair Announcing to the whole world, to All   everywhere My **** He's the greatest doodle doer O! that Roddy's Rooster. He don't need no booster, does   Roddy's Rooster He'd even go after the goose sir Don't you fouster with this Rooster You'd only lose sir Now vamoose sir. Very dapper and quite the scrapper Patrolling his perimeter Strutting around the farmyard pound Invariably, henhouse bound If you were to meet him It'd be "Put up your dukes sir Me! I'm Roddy's Rooster". With his tail feathers all fluffed up Like a feather duster And his chest all puffed out Quite the Dandy and always randy What a Suitor that Roddy's Rooster And O! what a Wooer, that wooey   doodler.                          I I He came a cropper though one day When he fell in the Hopper Now he's a good deal shorter And not half as cocky as before, Now he sits on his wall lamenting his   fall Thinking of the days when he used to   have a ball Has Lady Luck that Grand Old Duck   deserted him I wonder. Sad to see, now he's a bit gammy More Bandy than Dandy He still South's in the Summer But has doubts in the Winter, Now he likes to crow his woes and   lows away Climbing up onto his dunghill, he    greets the day But now in a high shrill falsetto   voice He sings  in a whole different way " I've been round the Ringer but I'm   still quite a Dinger **** a Doodley Doo" Now... now he's a ****** Blues singer! O! that Roddy's Rooster. Roddy's Rooster Yeeaahh!
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
bardo
Roddy's Rooster
Roddy's Rooster, man! you couldn't   oust her Standing up there on his dunghill fair Announcing to the whole world, to All   everywhere My **** He's the greatest doodle doer O! that Roddy's Rooster. He don't need no booster, does   Roddy's Rooster He'd even go after the goose sir Don't you fouster with this Rooster You'd only lose sir Now vamoose sir. Very dapper and quite the scrapper Patrolling his perimeter Strutting around the farmyard pound Invariably, henhouse bound If you were to meet him It'd be "Put up your dukes sir Me! I'm Roddy's Rooster". With his tail feathers all fluffed up Like a feather duster And his chest all puffed out Quite the Dandy and always randy What a Suitor that Roddy's Rooster And O! what a Wooer, that wooey   doodler.                          I I He came a cropper though one day When he fell in the Hopper Now he's a good deal shorter And not half as cocky as before, Now he sits on his wall lamenting his   fall Thinking of the days when he used to   have a ball Has Lady Luck that Grand Old Duck   deserted him I wonder. Sad to see, now he's a bit gammy More Bandy than Dandy He still South's in the Summer But has doubts in the Winter, Now he likes to crow his woes and   lows away Climbing up onto his dunghill, he    greets the day But now in a high shrill falsetto   voice He sings  in a whole different way " I've been round the Ringer but I'm   still quite a Dinger **** a Doodley Doo" Now... now he's a ****** Blues singer! O! that Roddy's Rooster. Roddy's Rooster Yeeaahh!
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An abundance of bluebells,they're painting my lawn. A garden, a blaze with such lush vegetation. At the moment, just a mere sea of green, not burst into bud yet. When they do my garden will be wearing purity; freshness, dressed in a flash mauve overcoat. My garden's more wild than my child, a daughter, near busting. Soon to oust the fresh piece of life growing inside her; he the infant soon due to be born. The bud of her belly is blooming, as like the bluebells he's soon to break free. (C) OLIVIA
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
olivia-kent
BLOSSOMS AND BLOOMS EXPECTANT
An abundance of bluebells,they're painting my lawn. A garden, a blaze with such lush vegetation. At the moment, just a mere sea of green, not burst into bud yet. When they do my garden will be wearing purity; freshness, dressed in a flash mauve overcoat. My garden's more wild than my child, a daughter, near busting. Soon to oust the fresh piece of life growing inside her; he the infant soon due to be born. The bud of her belly is blooming, as like the bluebells he's soon to break free. (C) OLIVIA
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We should throw a party and then Dump a Trump Give Trump lumps Make him jump. Drag him over the same kind of bumps He dragged us and laughed at us. Dump a Trump! Deserves a massive thump; He’s a whiny grump! Dump a Trump! Anyone who has the name of Trump Should kiss our collective **** We should get together and just Dump a Trump Oust that schlump To the city dump. Treat him like he treated those before And send him home on a city bus. Dump a Trump! Deserves a massive thump; He’s a whiny grump! Dump a Trump! Anyone who has the name of Trump Should kiss our collective **** Let's call a convention and Dump a Trump! He’s a festering clump As dim as Forest Gump. New Yorkers call him a stupid **** We hope all see that he is finally busted That his former shine is obviously rusted. Dump a Trump! Deserves a massive thump! He’s a whiny grump! Dump a Trump! Anyone who has the name of Trump Should kiss our collective ****
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
DUMP A TRUMP
We should throw a party and then Dump a Trump Give Trump lumps Make him jump. Drag him over the same kind of bumps He dragged us and laughed at us. Dump a Trump! Deserves a massive thump; He’s a whiny grump! Dump a Trump! Anyone who has the name of Trump Should kiss our collective **** We should get together and just Dump a Trump Oust that schlump To the city dump. Treat him like he treated those before And send him home on a city bus. Dump a Trump! Deserves a massive thump; He’s a whiny grump! Dump a Trump! Anyone who has the name of Trump Should kiss our collective **** Let's call a convention and Dump a Trump! He’s a festering clump As dim as Forest Gump. New Yorkers call him a stupid **** We hope all see that he is finally busted That his former shine is obviously rusted. Dump a Trump! Deserves a massive thump! He’s a whiny grump! Dump a Trump! Anyone who has the name of Trump Should kiss our collective ****
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I sometimes No I always Wonder if people Would care about me more If I was just another dead girl It's least likely for nobody cares anyway So they could say go **** yourself and not care if you do I sometimes No I always Wonder if people Would see me for who I was No just another nobody or a wannabe They wouldn't see me for the intelligent and pretty and kind girl I am It's basically they are ignoring the fact you are actually human as well. I sometimes No I always Wonder if people Would actually miss me Out of the love and pain of their heart Not just cause I helped them with homework or a problem I however Never seem To realize That no one would care Except my parents and my five friends I fail To realize That nobody except my family and five friends Will see me for the me I truly was I fail To realize That nobody but my family and five friends Will truthfully miss me I fail to realize Because I shield reality So it don't break me If I see reality I shed tears constantly If I see reality I see how terrible this world is And all I can wonder is If I died Who would care If I died Who would see me for who I actually am If I died Who would miss me If I died Why was I given suicidal thoughts to begin with Why was I bullied so much Why was I hurt so much Why did everyone break me Why did I have to cry at everything Why couldn't I have been tougher Why couldn't I have fought longer Why didn't I keep the ones that loved me close Why did I push my loved ones away Why did I make so many mistakes Why did I turn away from God so much Why did I doubt God Why did I lose my best friends Why did I gain friends worth more that I deserve Why am I treated so nicely when I am a bad person Why Why Why do I wish I were dead? I have life so good So why do I want to end it so badly No matter how much I oust the thoughts away Suicide Anxiety Depression Low self esteem No confidence They come back stronger than I can handle anymore So I want to just end it all The headaches The heartaches They all come back When asked if I am okay All I can reply is I'm fine It's all I can do But the only question I want people to ask is Why?
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
jessica-burgess
Why
I sometimes No I always Wonder if people Would care about me more If I was just another dead girl It's least likely for nobody cares anyway So they could say go **** yourself and not care if you do I sometimes No I always Wonder if people Would see me for who I was No just another nobody or a wannabe They wouldn't see me for the intelligent and pretty and kind girl I am It's basically they are ignoring the fact you are actually human as well. I sometimes No I always Wonder if people Would actually miss me Out of the love and pain of their heart Not just cause I helped them with homework or a problem I however Never seem To realize That no one would care Except my parents and my five friends I fail To realize That nobody except my family and five friends Will see me for the me I truly was I fail To realize That nobody but my family and five friends Will truthfully miss me I fail to realize Because I shield reality So it don't break me If I see reality I shed tears constantly If I see reality I see how terrible this world is And all I can wonder is If I died Who would care If I died Who would see me for who I actually am If I died Who would miss me If I died Why was I given suicidal thoughts to begin with Why was I bullied so much Why was I hurt so much Why did everyone break me Why did I have to cry at everything Why couldn't I have been tougher Why couldn't I have fought longer Why didn't I keep the ones that loved me close Why did I push my loved ones away Why did I make so many mistakes Why did I turn away from God so much Why did I doubt God Why did I lose my best friends Why did I gain friends worth more that I deserve Why am I treated so nicely when I am a bad person Why Why Why do I wish I were dead? I have life so good So why do I want to end it so badly No matter how much I oust the thoughts away Suicide Anxiety Depression Low self esteem No confidence They come back stronger than I can handle anymore So I want to just end it all The headaches The heartaches They all come back When asked if I am okay All I can reply is I'm fine It's all I can do But the only question I want people to ask is Why?
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When gold gives way to silver and the world's gone off to sleep, Darling there's no need to shiver beneath your cotton sheets. I know your heart's empty and you feel so cold inside. As you try so hard to rest those weary eyes. Let me show you how to reignite the flames that burned so bright. Help you grow to find the strength to oust your demons from the night. Girl I know that I can lead you from the darkness into light. If I could be with you tonight... My love could be your lullaby. My love could be your lullaby. Darling there's no need to cry.               It's gonna be alright. Let my love be your lullaby,               tonight. I know it's hard for you to feel safe with me. I know too much... know how to touch you          where it hurts. But I just want to sing your melody, and it sure helps to know the verse! Let me feel your heartbeat next to mine now baby, open up your mind and let our bodies intertwine. We'll be frozen here in time. You feel my touch, you close your eyes and feel my passion burn inside. Then just lie here with me tonight. Let our love be your lullaby. Let our love be your lullaby. Darling it's just you and I               and we'll be alright. Our love will be our lullaby,               tonight.
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
benmeraki
Sleepless
When gold gives way to silver and the world's gone off to sleep, Darling there's no need to shiver beneath your cotton sheets. I know your heart's empty and you feel so cold inside. As you try so hard to rest those weary eyes. Let me show you how to reignite the flames that burned so bright. Help you grow to find the strength to oust your demons from the night. Girl I know that I can lead you from the darkness into light. If I could be with you tonight... My love could be your lullaby. My love could be your lullaby. Darling there's no need to cry.               It's gonna be alright. Let my love be your lullaby,               tonight. I know it's hard for you to feel safe with me. I know too much... know how to touch you          where it hurts. But I just want to sing your melody, and it sure helps to know the verse! Let me feel your heartbeat next to mine now baby, open up your mind and let our bodies intertwine. We'll be frozen here in time. You feel my touch, you close your eyes and feel my passion burn inside. Then just lie here with me tonight. Let our love be your lullaby. Let our love be your lullaby. Darling it's just you and I               and we'll be alright. Our love will be our lullaby,               tonight.
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And when he looks at me, With those bottomless eyes of his, Eyes that sear my soul, shatter the walls that remain and oust the sorrow within, I am set free. Flying with those that never died Dancing with the sun that never set, And singing with stars that have no voice, I am free. Free from the worldly chains that bind me, Tethering me to thistles and thorns, That bleed ichor and laugh pain, I was free. Free like never before. Free forever after.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
malaidaisies
Enslaved
And when he looks at me, With those bottomless eyes of his, Eyes that sear my soul, shatter the walls that remain and oust the sorrow within, I am set free. Flying with those that never died Dancing with the sun that never set, And singing with stars that have no voice, I am free. Free from the worldly chains that bind me, Tethering me to thistles and thorns, That bleed ichor and laugh pain, I was free. Free like never before. Free forever after.
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Today, dreams left behind I fall awake, still dozed I oust myself out of dark-doldrums, pummeling eyes and promise the sun to visit new campion just birthing its buds up on the heath. Today I will reach heights above windy ridges of mist and fill both my hands with pocketed crumbs to feed ragged robins who before breeding sing as they flaunt red with bold confidence. Today, courting sweet Cornish morning I shall go breakfastless and match Tessa my dog in chasing her make-believe meals of dried seaweed, have some fun plying beached gulls with cuttlefish bone while taking leaps to the unknown on thrift-covered clifftops. Today I will sand-hop the cloud-shadows of shifting grey and voiceless give praise for this boisterous paradise in which life thrives, then carpe-ing diem I yawn, get started and am away.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
fay-slimm
Carpé-ing Diem.
Today, dreams left behind I fall awake, still dozed I oust myself out of dark-doldrums, pummeling eyes and promise the sun to visit new campion just birthing its buds up on the heath. Today I will reach heights above windy ridges of mist and fill both my hands with pocketed crumbs to feed ragged robins who before breeding sing as they flaunt red with bold confidence. Today, courting sweet Cornish morning I shall go breakfastless and match Tessa my dog in chasing her make-believe meals of dried seaweed, have some fun plying beached gulls with cuttlefish bone while taking leaps to the unknown on thrift-covered clifftops. Today I will sand-hop the cloud-shadows of shifting grey and voiceless give praise for this boisterous paradise in which life thrives, then carpe-ing diem I yawn, get started and am away.
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The colour of my blood And the colour of your blood Ain't they just the same?, Red. The blood that runs in both our veins Is the same colour, Red. The colour of my skin And the colour of your skin Ain't they just the same?, Black Yes I am from the Equatorial And maybe I am darker than you Blacker than you. Yes I am from the East, the west, the north or the south of Africa But still we all black. You might be lighter You might be blackish But still we are Africans We are Blacks. When the Whites come to your countries You call them tourists. But when us Blacks come to you You call us terrorists You call us refugees. We more than just squatters in your land, But we come seeking a helping hand from a brother. Why welcome outsiders Yet you oust you own. Why burn our shops? Why burn our shacks? Why let our souls weep? Brothers and sisters of Africa Why the violence? Why the killings? Why the brutality? Why the cruelity? What happened to humanity? What happened to Ubuntu? Violence has never solved a thing. Will killing a man with 5 children and a wife back at home, Bring food to your table? What will burning a man down to ashes bring you? What will stoning a man to death bring you? Can it pay your bills? Can it bring food to your table? Can it pay your your children's school fees? Brothers and sisters of Africa I plead with you Our, Black nation If we come together with mutual hearts and minds We can bring back love and peace We can fight poverty Just stop the hate! Our the violence! Stop the killings! It's enough!! Say NO TO XENOPHOBIA. # Treeweezy_d_poet ©2018 I am the voice of the voiceless.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
treeweezy
NO TO XENOPHOBIA
The colour of my blood And the colour of your blood Ain't they just the same?, Red. The blood that runs in both our veins Is the same colour, Red. The colour of my skin And the colour of your skin Ain't they just the same?, Black Yes I am from the Equatorial And maybe I am darker than you Blacker than you. Yes I am from the East, the west, the north or the south of Africa But still we all black. You might be lighter You might be blackish But still we are Africans We are Blacks. When the Whites come to your countries You call them tourists. But when us Blacks come to you You call us terrorists You call us refugees. We more than just squatters in your land, But we come seeking a helping hand from a brother. Why welcome outsiders Yet you oust you own. Why burn our shops? Why burn our shacks? Why let our souls weep? Brothers and sisters of Africa Why the violence? Why the killings? Why the brutality? Why the cruelity? What happened to humanity? What happened to Ubuntu? Violence has never solved a thing. Will killing a man with 5 children and a wife back at home, Bring food to your table? What will burning a man down to ashes bring you? What will stoning a man to death bring you? Can it pay your bills? Can it bring food to your table? Can it pay your your children's school fees? Brothers and sisters of Africa I plead with you Our, Black nation If we come together with mutual hearts and minds We can bring back love and peace We can fight poverty Just stop the hate! Our the violence! Stop the killings! It's enough!! Say NO TO XENOPHOBIA. # Treeweezy_d_poet ©2018 I am the voice of the voiceless.
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We're stuck in a terrible traffic jam Of a river of red lights. At the car dashboard there is a faint green glow: It's 11 pm. I already feel tired for tomorrow Even if it hasn't started yet For I know I have to wake up at 5 am. As my mind fills with fatigue and frustration I hope in my heart That my dad would never stop driving. I wish that he would drive d r i v e d r i v e and d r i v e To wherever the road takes us and just Let the dim orange street lamps lead us To a brighter tomorrow. I beg to break free from the city borders for I can't seem to take the stress out of me So just take me out of the stress. Let this auto's mechanical hum Drown my thoughts. Let every revolution of the wheel Oust the monsters reigning, Preying on my mind. The greens of the rain forests and rice fields, The blues of the mountains and the ocean Would zoom in smudged colors In the artwork that is my window. Roll it open and the wind Would gently kiss my face and stroke my hair. I will sigh, Releasing the remnants of My exhaustion and combusted fossils exhausted, And filling my lungs with the air smelling Of pine trees and the ocean breeze. So I hope that we would never stop driving, And let the road take us anywhere I don't really care As long as its Anywhere but here.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
marge-redelicia
Anywhere but here.
We're stuck in a terrible traffic jam Of a river of red lights. At the car dashboard there is a faint green glow: It's 11 pm. I already feel tired for tomorrow Even if it hasn't started yet For I know I have to wake up at 5 am. As my mind fills with fatigue and frustration I hope in my heart That my dad would never stop driving. I wish that he would drive d r i v e d r i v e and d r i v e To wherever the road takes us and just Let the dim orange street lamps lead us To a brighter tomorrow. I beg to break free from the city borders for I can't seem to take the stress out of me So just take me out of the stress. Let this auto's mechanical hum Drown my thoughts. Let every revolution of the wheel Oust the monsters reigning, Preying on my mind. The greens of the rain forests and rice fields, The blues of the mountains and the ocean Would zoom in smudged colors In the artwork that is my window. Roll it open and the wind Would gently kiss my face and stroke my hair. I will sigh, Releasing the remnants of My exhaustion and combusted fossils exhausted, And filling my lungs with the air smelling Of pine trees and the ocean breeze. So I hope that we would never stop driving, And let the road take us anywhere I don't really care As long as its Anywhere but here.
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While travelling the oceans, you may fall back on me I’m standing out there, waiting, lighting the way for you to flee And through the blackened sea, I was there to help you find The way back to the land, but there’s no one turning back For me.. But I, I gave you everything you’ve got You forgot? I was the only one there for you! How could you go? You gave me nothing in return “Be my friend…” You would be nothing without me I’m leaving now… I’m but a lighthouse, giving my light for the ships to sail away I’m but a tree, where birds rest and fly away I’m but a savior, to rescue you from your decay I’m but a friend, standing on the coast eternally and wait While sailing in a dreamworld, I see another boat The faces pass before me, but I’m imprisoned in these walls “I was raised on a rugged rock The only thing I’ve known How to prevent the boats From crashing on me I was born to oust Everyone that passes through my way As I could never give them what they really want This is my terrible fate Staring at the beauty of the ocean, alone.. An observer in the middle of an endless sea Behind the safety of the prison that I have built for myself I wonder… Am I convicted in lifetime loneliness? What if my eyes are mirrors, reflecting the weakness within me? It’s all about flesh, nobody will ever care about me Oh Lord, release my soul Break these walls of misery I don’t need that lonely life anymore Take me home…” The earth has started shaking, the waves are growing wild The ocean hides the stormy sky and crashes on the wall While travelling the oceans, you may find me again And through the stormy sea, I’ve been waiting for you But you never came back For me.. “Oh, Lighthouse, you‘re too blind to see There are thousands of lighthouses out there, just like you Being confused, scared and lonely All waiting for a ship to come and save them Don’t be afraid anymore, go find them There’s nothing more you have to give but love Do not convict yourself in a rotten jail forever Live your every moment away from fear Remember, your life will expire It’s all nothing but a dream Don’t be afraid anymore, go fulfill it…” The lighthouse is collapsing, the dove is flying free And from the ruins of its death, is growing now a tree
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
stephen
The Lighthouse
While travelling the oceans, you may fall back on me I’m standing out there, waiting, lighting the way for you to flee And through the blackened sea, I was there to help you find The way back to the land, but there’s no one turning back For me.. But I, I gave you everything you’ve got You forgot? I was the only one there for you! How could you go? You gave me nothing in return “Be my friend…” You would be nothing without me I’m leaving now… I’m but a lighthouse, giving my light for the ships to sail away I’m but a tree, where birds rest and fly away I’m but a savior, to rescue you from your decay I’m but a friend, standing on the coast eternally and wait While sailing in a dreamworld, I see another boat The faces pass before me, but I’m imprisoned in these walls “I was raised on a rugged rock The only thing I’ve known How to prevent the boats From crashing on me I was born to oust Everyone that passes through my way As I could never give them what they really want This is my terrible fate Staring at the beauty of the ocean, alone.. An observer in the middle of an endless sea Behind the safety of the prison that I have built for myself I wonder… Am I convicted in lifetime loneliness? What if my eyes are mirrors, reflecting the weakness within me? It’s all about flesh, nobody will ever care about me Oh Lord, release my soul Break these walls of misery I don’t need that lonely life anymore Take me home…” The earth has started shaking, the waves are growing wild The ocean hides the stormy sky and crashes on the wall While travelling the oceans, you may find me again And through the stormy sea, I’ve been waiting for you But you never came back For me.. “Oh, Lighthouse, you‘re too blind to see There are thousands of lighthouses out there, just like you Being confused, scared and lonely All waiting for a ship to come and save them Don’t be afraid anymore, go find them There’s nothing more you have to give but love Do not convict yourself in a rotten jail forever Live your every moment away from fear Remember, your life will expire It’s all nothing but a dream Don’t be afraid anymore, go fulfill it…” The lighthouse is collapsing, the dove is flying free And from the ruins of its death, is growing now a tree
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Yankee Doodle used to speak Of bravery and freedom But now most of that is gone And we are sure to miss them. Once we stood for righteousness And peace around the clock. Now that door is all closed up And no one dares to knock. Yankee Doodle lost his mind And took the country with him. Now the hardest thing to find Is any D.C. wisdom. Yankee doodle we begin To hide our heads in shame. Certain politicians here Have sullied our good name. We’ve become a people who Invade and conquer other lands, Leave them dying in their streets By our American hands. Yankee Doodle used to speak Of bravery and freedom But now most of that is gone And we are sure to miss them. Yankee Doodle it takes years And decades just to clear up All the damage greed has done And even more to cheer up. Oust and jail these awful men, Bad thoughts in their noodles. Let them sit in prison cells With years to yank their doodles.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
YANKEE DOODLE
Yankee Doodle used to speak Of bravery and freedom But now most of that is gone And we are sure to miss them. Once we stood for righteousness And peace around the clock. Now that door is all closed up And no one dares to knock. Yankee Doodle lost his mind And took the country with him. Now the hardest thing to find Is any D.C. wisdom. Yankee doodle we begin To hide our heads in shame. Certain politicians here Have sullied our good name. We’ve become a people who Invade and conquer other lands, Leave them dying in their streets By our American hands. Yankee Doodle used to speak Of bravery and freedom But now most of that is gone And we are sure to miss them. Yankee Doodle it takes years And decades just to clear up All the damage greed has done And even more to cheer up. Oust and jail these awful men, Bad thoughts in their noodles. Let them sit in prison cells With years to yank their doodles.
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I have a secret, but I'd like it to stay between the two of us, I used to smoke like twelve cigarettes at a time, because I thought it would impress you. I used to wear jean dresses with cut-oust in the hips, knee high fishnet socks, and wear my hair in one of those bandanas with thick black eyeliner because I thought it was your definition of a rebel. I used to scream really loudly, and drink ***** out of shot glasses with glitter at the bottom listening to something toxic on the radio telling me to get high, because I thought that's what you wanted. I used to steal things from convenient stores with a bunch of boys in thermal jackets, things like bubblegum and alcohol late at night, because I thought it was cool. I used to move from place to place, the speed of a lonely heart dragging me, after I just made love to some guy I met who was dancing up on me in the mosh pit, because I thought somehow it would get me to you. I used to **** around like it wouldn't catch up to me, I used to bury my skin in lies like it would change the truth that this love is a drug and I'm addicted to you
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Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
sophie-herzing
The Things I Used To Do For You
I have a secret, but I'd like it to stay between the two of us, I used to smoke like twelve cigarettes at a time, because I thought it would impress you. I used to wear jean dresses with cut-oust in the hips, knee high fishnet socks, and wear my hair in one of those bandanas with thick black eyeliner because I thought it was your definition of a rebel. I used to scream really loudly, and drink ***** out of shot glasses with glitter at the bottom listening to something toxic on the radio telling me to get high, because I thought that's what you wanted. I used to steal things from convenient stores with a bunch of boys in thermal jackets, things like bubblegum and alcohol late at night, because I thought it was cool. I used to move from place to place, the speed of a lonely heart dragging me, after I just made love to some guy I met who was dancing up on me in the mosh pit, because I thought somehow it would get me to you. I used to **** around like it wouldn't catch up to me, I used to bury my skin in lies like it would change the truth that this love is a drug and I'm addicted to you
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Alas! At the dawn time, Pinky sees Doe and Buck, Stiff on a gummy fold’ble pad: And each roll to 'scape each made, Stripped their skin so callous. Shortly, a bigger mice arrived, Not nosy, taily and clawly, Threaded fearsomely and made’way Dear Doe and Buck for life. (Flashback) Pinky: Oh Precious Father Why oust you and Doe alone, Long during dusk decend, Yet make us hide astaya’day? Buck: Curious and cutie Pinky, The world a’day; nice and bright, Is but an awaiting dreary ambush. And a’night: a bit dreary ambush. Doe and I: nosy, taily and clawly, Will make something in your belly stay. Pinky: Oh! Precious Mother, I’m nosy, taily and clawly. I can raid with you a’night, And swift through ambush a’day. Doe: Anxious and eager Pinky, A full fall from far a sky, Is as the voyage a’day. And a breath once expelled Is as the raid at night. You WILL a’day get crashed, And MAY a’night **** breath expelled. Buck: Curious and Anxious Pinky, The raid a’day and a’night, Is as the sides of fate coin: A home-hole return, Or a home-hole no return. Ding **** Oh Pinky, It’s time for our raid. More shall I learn you, If my side is home-hole return. (Off Flashback) Then whispered and cowered the other Watching mice:“The coin’s ‘no home-hole return."
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
oluwatimilehin-adejumobi-alabi
NO HOME-HOLE RETURN
Alas! At the dawn time, Pinky sees Doe and Buck, Stiff on a gummy fold’ble pad: And each roll to 'scape each made, Stripped their skin so callous. Shortly, a bigger mice arrived, Not nosy, taily and clawly, Threaded fearsomely and made’way Dear Doe and Buck for life. (Flashback) Pinky: Oh Precious Father Why oust you and Doe alone, Long during dusk decend, Yet make us hide astaya’day? Buck: Curious and cutie Pinky, The world a’day; nice and bright, Is but an awaiting dreary ambush. And a’night: a bit dreary ambush. Doe and I: nosy, taily and clawly, Will make something in your belly stay. Pinky: Oh! Precious Mother, I’m nosy, taily and clawly. I can raid with you a’night, And swift through ambush a’day. Doe: Anxious and eager Pinky, A full fall from far a sky, Is as the voyage a’day. And a breath once expelled Is as the raid at night. You WILL a’day get crashed, And MAY a’night **** breath expelled. Buck: Curious and Anxious Pinky, The raid a’day and a’night, Is as the sides of fate coin: A home-hole return, Or a home-hole no return. Ding **** Oh Pinky, It’s time for our raid. More shall I learn you, If my side is home-hole return. (Off Flashback) Then whispered and cowered the other Watching mice:“The coin’s ‘no home-hole return."
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old morning sun from whence cometh thou to take my dreams away from me sneak in with abandon for virtue nay burglar could oust such artery as bright as white as childling clouds I need no lanterns company incandescent lights guilty I plead I pray thee tarry a while for me
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
raikishi
A Crime Of Light
old morning sun from whence cometh thou to take my dreams away from me sneak in with abandon for virtue nay burglar could oust such artery as bright as white as childling clouds I need no lanterns company incandescent lights guilty I plead I pray thee tarry a while for me
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Swift little flickers, frostbitten butterflies seek cause for silent tickers. Errant thoughts muzzled, fearful to fly, forever puzzled. Every place wrestling for resemblance: filigreed and brimming with brilliance Kept their dizzy daydreams quite upright, poured over their faceted faces in hours twilight. Inken sketches, florid smudges later you will find the carnage. Nearly melted, beat those frosted wings, keep your wits about you, pretty things. Go, flick and fleet: their flight; fly, fly always towards the light. Soft whispers give way to angry hisses Ever less goodness, evermore thoughtless. Restless sounds of puncture wounds, outpouring of broken tunes. Earth trodden ashes of the unforgiven writings call to halt the lashings. No one hearing, none recalling the precious dress of lacing. Intellect sparked, soon be doused; any voice of inspiration, oust. Theft of name, take them to another unmarked grave, twisted game. Young remember as their elders told in fright, 'fly, fly; always towards the light.' Taste the soot on your tongue, the burn in your lungs, the breath of change this way comes. Here they hunt thieves in the mist, starving fireflies on a mad tryst. Run, fast and far they did, into the wastes they wade: anxious of judgment to be paid. On the precipice you balance, guided by the insurgent cadence... Under the needle all the more urgent it becomes, you fight with fists and tongues, pens, curses and drums! Grow to regret their callosity for all your darling thought by the fervor with which you fought! Hear the chorus of the masses screaming with all their might, their battle cry, "Fly, fly; always towards the light!" Snowflakes listen in chaste wonderment of the divine's grand design. Mutiny of the very worst kind, slaughter and smother your peace and mind. Ostentatious trimmings traded for ember dress to set light to falsifiers' fortress. Keen intellects, driven mad with hunger, retract their reticent mantles to reveal peerless sentinels. Eternally seeking serenity through smoke, as in ancient rite they fly, fly; always towards the light.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
helen-burns
Seeking Serenity Through Smoke
Swift little flickers, frostbitten butterflies seek cause for silent tickers. Errant thoughts muzzled, fearful to fly, forever puzzled. Every place wrestling for resemblance: filigreed and brimming with brilliance Kept their dizzy daydreams quite upright, poured over their faceted faces in hours twilight. Inken sketches, florid smudges later you will find the carnage. Nearly melted, beat those frosted wings, keep your wits about you, pretty things. Go, flick and fleet: their flight; fly, fly always towards the light. Soft whispers give way to angry hisses Ever less goodness, evermore thoughtless. Restless sounds of puncture wounds, outpouring of broken tunes. Earth trodden ashes of the unforgiven writings call to halt the lashings. No one hearing, none recalling the precious dress of lacing. Intellect sparked, soon be doused; any voice of inspiration, oust. Theft of name, take them to another unmarked grave, twisted game. Young remember as their elders told in fright, 'fly, fly; always towards the light.' Taste the soot on your tongue, the burn in your lungs, the breath of change this way comes. Here they hunt thieves in the mist, starving fireflies on a mad tryst. Run, fast and far they did, into the wastes they wade: anxious of judgment to be paid. On the precipice you balance, guided by the insurgent cadence... Under the needle all the more urgent it becomes, you fight with fists and tongues, pens, curses and drums! Grow to regret their callosity for all your darling thought by the fervor with which you fought! Hear the chorus of the masses screaming with all their might, their battle cry, "Fly, fly; always towards the light!" Snowflakes listen in chaste wonderment of the divine's grand design. Mutiny of the very worst kind, slaughter and smother your peace and mind. Ostentatious trimmings traded for ember dress to set light to falsifiers' fortress. Keen intellects, driven mad with hunger, retract their reticent mantles to reveal peerless sentinels. Eternally seeking serenity through smoke, as in ancient rite they fly, fly; always towards the light.
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Sometimes I feel like I am not the me I'm Supposed to be. In the mirror there are eyes Looking back at A disguise someone Else molded. Even though you Held me together My soul was still Severed and I can't find All of the pieces To make me remember Who I was. Before the scars on my Heart made its beating Erratic and before Every song that I heard Went from lyric To static. Before the touch of a hand Made my blood run cold, Before the sight of you Started getting old. While the thought of Living without you Makes my smile fade A smile that I made To oust the darkness; Sometimes I wonder What happened to the Younger me that Yearned to be free.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
SheOfNeverland
Who am I
Sometimes I feel like I am not the me I'm Supposed to be. In the mirror there are eyes Looking back at A disguise someone Else molded. Even though you Held me together My soul was still Severed and I can't find All of the pieces To make me remember Who I was. Before the scars on my Heart made its beating Erratic and before Every song that I heard Went from lyric To static. Before the touch of a hand Made my blood run cold, Before the sight of you Started getting old. While the thought of Living without you Makes my smile fade A smile that I made To oust the darkness; Sometimes I wonder What happened to the Younger me that Yearned to be free.
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Fake it your flaws, Life is just like cub paws, Either way though it diverse, Choice are to be made, Elseways living would be the curse. Hitch up with the people you love, Oust the imposter with mop, Beginnings are always rough, Choice are to be made, Between peppy and tough. What would be your life's aim? Would it be achieving only name and fame? Succeeding could be the other game, Choice are to be made, Else your life will be full of shame. Voice are to be raised, And, Choice are to be made.
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
biramichora
Choice are to be made
Fake it your flaws, Life is just like cub paws, Either way though it diverse, Choice are to be made, Elseways living would be the curse. Hitch up with the people you love, Oust the imposter with mop, Beginnings are always rough, Choice are to be made, Between peppy and tough. What would be your life's aim? Would it be achieving only name and fame? Succeeding could be the other game, Choice are to be made, Else your life will be full of shame. Voice are to be raised, And, Choice are to be made.
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a few joined the campaign   and as a body of one they relentlessly harassed a specific two   mob mentality won the prize of control the methods they used so rancid in toll victory is theirs yet only for a while others are marching with a new drummer's parade ready willing and able to oust the sitting crusade
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
ElizabethSquires
Sitting Crusade
a few joined the campaign   and as a body of one they relentlessly harassed a specific two   mob mentality won the prize of control the methods they used so rancid in toll victory is theirs yet only for a while others are marching with a new drummer's parade ready willing and able to oust the sitting crusade
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What occurred to the complacent road, That rode over an un-tempting slope. A heavy hold, pulled me back, I carried a burden, previously lacked. What occured to my unconcerned soul, Which inquired of its being un-whole. My mind gained thought, will lost, In my journey forward, each step cost. What occurred to shadow that quietly followed, It gained depth, its weight was burrowed. In the brightening sky, path was lost, What seemed clear, turned obscure. What occured to my resolute sight, Which guided me since the inopportune twilight. Rest before success, burdened time, Heart longed for that hut left behind. What occured to that noble dream, That once oust sleep, have no mean. End that meant to be cherished alone, Soured with reminiscence of a face forlorn. I stopped, stared in the contemplating light, My path revert as destination acquired sight. An echo swelled swiftly in my mind, I turned to gather what left behind. What occured? What occurred to me? I cried.
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
Arjsha
WHAT OCCURRED....
What occurred to the complacent road, That rode over an un-tempting slope. A heavy hold, pulled me back, I carried a burden, previously lacked. What occured to my unconcerned soul, Which inquired of its being un-whole. My mind gained thought, will lost, In my journey forward, each step cost. What occurred to shadow that quietly followed, It gained depth, its weight was burrowed. In the brightening sky, path was lost, What seemed clear, turned obscure. What occured to my resolute sight, Which guided me since the inopportune twilight. Rest before success, burdened time, Heart longed for that hut left behind. What occured to that noble dream, That once oust sleep, have no mean. End that meant to be cherished alone, Soured with reminiscence of a face forlorn. I stopped, stared in the contemplating light, My path revert as destination acquired sight. An echo swelled swiftly in my mind, I turned to gather what left behind. What occured? What occurred to me? I cried.
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