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Clive Feb 2014
There once was a rabbit named bunny
From nose to his toes he was amazingly fluffy
He was raised with tales of adventure
Of places his grandfather used to venture
He spent days and nights listening to his tales
Of pirates, princesses and magnificent space whales!


One day bunny decided to leave his home
He was determined to go on an adventure alone!
Bunny was a strong rabbit he didn't need any help!
And off he went with all his things strapped to his belt
Games, candy and blankets for when it was night
Binoculars for things just out of his sight


And off to he went to the places his grandpa had seen
He traveled at day, crossing a ridge almost losing a shoe
At night he discovered all his games were meant for two!
Adventuring was not as fun as it seemed


Bunny hopped around not knowing what to do
So he hopped up a tree to see the full moon
Not realizing that his loneliness would be ending soon
That was when Bunny met a cat named Roo


Roo, Some would say, was a very strange cat
He never left home without his strung out hat
His fluffy furry belly was covered in spots
Roo's strung out gaze made him look permenantly lost


Roo was a bright cat, a bit of a loon
Bunny was skeptical of this Roo had no doubt
As he pointed to the sky and gave out a shout
Bunny my buddy we're going to the moon!

Roo and Bunny wasted no time!
They built the though that came into Roo's mind
Rope, engines and wood they needed it all
The Things they gathered made a pile mighty tall


Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into days
Bunny could never tell, Roo's calender told time in a very weird way
Both friends happy as can be, oh my how they shone
Looking at their spaceship, they were finally done!

Bunny and Roo we're ready at dawn
The ship went forward it began to shake
Bunny imagined the clouds they would soon overtake
Giddy
excited
there was a sky to be won!

They pierce the clouds as if they were open gates
Then it finally hit them
they were in space!


He could not believe he was seeing things from his grandfathers tales
Out in the distance he could make out a space whale!
There it was flying above the skies
A pool of wisdom hidden deep within his eyes


There they were admiring the stars
Roo took a wrong turn and they ended up in Mars!
there they met a very fine mouse
Who was married to a sweet and chubby spouse

They stayed at their home for days
While the mice showed them their martian ways

They traveled up and down mars together
and found that the whole planet was made of cheddar!
All their food came from a huge river of cheese
It gave them more food than the mice could possibly eat


Bunny and Roo enjoyed this martian weather
Although they knew, they could not stay there forever
So they gathered their stuff and packed up their bags
They said goodbye to the mice who were very good chaps

The duo was back in space!
Who knew the form their next adventure would take?


I'd like to tell you something, Roo
and this is true
I am so glad that I travel together with you

He smiled, Bunny learned something, Roo was glad
Wisdom was about to come from this very strange cat


Adventurers know this, they know it full well
To share an adventure with someone is absolutely swell!
Because even if the adventure might come to an end
What you gain is not only a story but also a friend


Even though they might eventually part
An end eventually comes to every start
A time will come where one or the other might go home
Both of them knew that from then on they'd never be alone
Genevieve Apr 2017
My Emotions come into my brain
working at steering me to feel insane

It waves at me and says hello I am here again
To make me worry and doubt myself
now you can see how
I F'ing Hate Emotions!!

She's a B**ch!!
I wanna kick her out but she'll often lock me out!
I search for the key
that one that leads to pure love and happiness
the key to a successful life and perfect version of how I want me to be!

My Emotions comes in
and allows the oceans jagged waves
to overflow,pouring out all over the floor
Oh' Great where's the mop when you need it?

I could **** Emotions
with one sharp object
but if I do that
then I will
go to sleep permenantly
too!!

So what to do & should I care
or let her take me over again?
Like I said I Hate Emotions my friends,
She is so cruel and sometimes
she thinks of me as a
a **** fool but that I am not
and I won't let her win!

So I am wiping you off Miss Emotions
and no one shall see you!!
I will be keeping you hidden and safe in a locked up place.

My Emotions tried to get the best of me
but I refused kicked and screamed aloud that I am no longer
letting her take me over so I had to go and Destroy her!
I Locked her away,
but she can visit on off days cause no one can
**** exactly all the Emotions they Feel, All we can do is learn how to deal.
I just wrote and this is what came out , About feeling vulnerable and used and taken over by all the **** you have had happen in life that makes you YOU and How sometimes we need to feel and sometimes Not it is in your control what your allowing Emotions to do will she or he get and take the Best of You or can you Conquer her or him and lock them up til its visiting hours from time to time, its your call you choose how to respond its in your hands.
Christian Ek May 2015
Have you ever loved so hard, you felt a pain in your chest ?
Or were left with dried tears ?
Did you torture yourself at night wondering if they were doing the same?
What do you do when days feel like months and months feel like years?
Food starts tasting bland indicating nothing else matters.
I wanted to close the blinds during my blindness love.
Permenantly destroying our memories together and forgetting you existed
Love is a drug, it will feel like ecstasy and then you turn into a fein.
Hoping you get another fix from those sweet tender lips.
Anya Sep 2018
When I set up my profile
I put down my gender
Right away
No qualms

But when it came to my age...
Sometimes I put it down
Sometimes I take it off

And I wonder why...

Somehow, to me
My gender has been
Entrenched, in my sense of identity

When I was little,
I remember thinking
“I like being a girl”
And there was nothing
To it, really
No true reason
I just liked who I was

But when it comes to age...
Social anxiety
Lack of confidence
Gave me difficulties
When interacting with peers
As I would have liked
At times
Adults were kind
And I saw them through rose colored glasses, mature individuals
I wanted to emulate
At times

Then...
At other times
I wanted to be a little kid
Innocent, young, free
Especially
When we started having homework

So.
My gender
Is okay with me
But as for my age...

There’s nothing wrong with it
But my double sense of identity
Between young
And old
Keeps me from consenting
To permenantly leaving those
Little
Black
Numbers
On my profile

How about you?
Are you certain about your gender?
Age?
Neither?
Both?
allison joy Apr 2014
i like to think about the way rain hits windows because it reminds me of you. i was the rain and you were the boy who never stepped a foot outside. you stayed locked inside like a castle. no matter how many times i cascaded raindrops like tearfalls you could never seem to see the beauty in them. you were terrified you'd become the echo of thunder and that you'd never be heard from ever again. but you were never one to be something so insignificant. i wish you'd open your door and realize the reason i kept coming back was because you had the potenital to be lightening. you could brighten a whole room just by walking in. you made me realize that there was beauty in such simplicity. i knew you were the one because you secretly loved watching thunderstorms. the first time you cracked open your door you were holding onto your umbrella for dear life, like you didn't know what would happen if you actually braved the storm. you were hell bent on thinking the words "natural disaster" were tattooed permenantly on your chest. i tried urging you to come out with promises of washed away fears and kisses in the rain, but you were still hesitant. it was like you were waiting for something and i didn't know what else i had to offer. it was then you decided to come outside and i couldn't understand why. you came up to me and dropped that ******* umbrella and took my hand and said, "can't you see i was waiting for you to let down your guard, you put up walls like windows and made the rain fall like floods around your heart, you were the one who wouldn't let me in."
Beth Decisions Nov 2015
I have an overwhelming feeling to disappear.
However, not permenantly.
I want to drop all communication.
All socialization.
Until I'm not so scared.
I always disappear when I feel unwanted.
Then I come back once I've come to my sense.
I run away from my problems.
There's my confession of the day.
I run away.
I so terribly want to run.
Though I know that unwise.
I spiral into even darker mindsets when I'm alone.
I barely survive when I'm alone.
So why does disappearing...
Why does running...
Why does being alone sound so amazing?
Beyond the exoskeleton of labels and cliches
Resides a room without a door in the fabric of decay
Within the ragged corridors of self-loathing and fear
Where the person that we never want to be is drawing near
With every lie we tell ourselves and every step we fake
With every time we sell ourselves for less than what's at stake
Each time we find our future is the past we left behind
Each time we find a minute's peace has cost us peace of mind
The times the living disease becomes the disase of the living
The times we find that taking becomes easier than giving
When we find that serving self becomes the same as serving time
When we ****** someone's trust and truly cannot see the crime
Each time we find our highs can be the lowest points of all
Each time we're not quite home without our backs against the wall
When smiling and laughter are the maddest times of all
When the calm before the storm becomes the walk before the crawl
The person that we never want to be begins to dwell
In the room without a door in our mental labrynth cell
Dragging ragged fingernails across the coffin walls
Slowly breaking free from deep within the one who falls
The battle thus ensues between what is and what's to be
The tortured and the ******, both demanding to be free
Both manipulating and invading at each turn
Such hell as now both sanity and soul begin to burn
And from the silent corner, watching all without a word
Chaotically and sweetly biding time, there comes a third
Eagerly awaiting as each tears the other down
Clutching for the purchase which will cause the soul to drown
Dominating all the rotting conscious have become
The destroyer, come to permenantly bleed out beyond numb
To the victor go the spoils of the spoiled, weary heart
In this dance of such a red, chaotic schizophrenic art
To honor, shame, or tragedy...where will your last breath lead
It all depends upon which dying fire you choose to feed
Yo it's my turn like big pun
I shine Brighter than the sun
Warrior like Sun Tzu
What ya gonna do
When I step to you
With this 1 2 punchlines
Breakin particles
In yo mind flatline
Now rewind
Back before you got the
Slug fools claim they ****
Until the bullets
Wrapped em up like hugs
Cold heartless mugs
Still puffin herbs to calm my nerves
Like tennis racquets fools get served
But I'm a bad associate
So once you **** me off
Watch the bars get
More relentless ruthless
Who shootin' this
Rhymes harder than me
I penetrate like chemical
Acid flows flaccid cause blood traffic
Once you taste the automatic
Now you permenantly tatted
I'm frequency causin' static

Still hard to ****
Endin' weak wills
Bullets for ya last meal
And I'm ill
This ain't no motion
Picture or reel
This is something for the dollar bills
Still livin off drug deals
Close to a mill
We **** near build
Our own nation make bad situations
Look easy while y'all stay cheesy
I got the desert eagle easily
I be the harsh George makin'
Hataz Weezy believe me
Lyrically I **** em all
***** to the walls
Got more walls than paul
So ya know I'm never gone fall
Ghetto Socrates with dangerous melodies
Deadening mentalities
None could battle me
They end up like Cain on menace to society

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