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A ball player and a thief Will likely be pregnant by age 16. Lives in the ghetto and is poor, Often identified as a ***** Runs fast and does drugs, Hangs around with gangsters and thugs. Has a gun or a friend with one. Speaks in slang, must be part of a gang. Mess with her, she'll pull a Sharkeisha on you. If you were to picture a person of any race, That fits the description that just took place. A baller and **** hmm... what race matches that? Yeah you're right, that person is probably black. Is fast, does drugs, and speaks with slang? Lemme guess, is he also in a gang? A young mother who is also poor? Bet she doesn't know who the dad is, what a ***** All these negative stereotypes associated with being black. Its disheartening, sicking and its really sad. And whats sadder is that if you are the opposite of all of that, You are often told that you're not really black. Does your skin colour change for going to Harvard? Will it change for speaking like an English scholar? Because I play hockey and not ball, does that make me white? So what if I'm the type of person to run away from a fight? You don't have to be irresponsible and rude to be considered black. It's your ethnic background that determines that. And to some people, all we are is the complexion of our face. Light, dark, somewhere in the middle, to some, the bad of a few defines our whole race. Does running away from a cop, and being black give someone grounds to shoot? Why is it that my skin color is what is most important to you? Is asking a question when getting arrested for no visible reason really resisting arrest? Does struggling to break free from restraints to catch my breath, give someone a reason to grab on tighter to strangle me to death? The actions of a few don't define the actions of a whole group. And this assumption that all black are thugs, thieves and liars has done clear damage to, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin and so many more. They didn't know it, but just by being black, they put their lives at risk when they stepped out their door. Don't you think it's gotten too far when we have to prove Black Lives Matter, or when we the saying of a movement is Hands Up, Don't Shoot. Should people have to be reminded that blacks are real people and that our lives matter  too? We are athletes and musicians. Lawyers and physicians. The leader of a nation. An anchorman of a news station. We don't all fit into that mold that is preset for us. You can and should expect great things of us. Because we don't have to be a **** or a baller to be considered black. We define what type of black person we are, we determine that.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
michelle-nyamekye
Abolishing Stereotypes
A ball player and a thief Will likely be pregnant by age 16. Lives in the ghetto and is poor, Often identified as a ***** Runs fast and does drugs, Hangs around with gangsters and thugs. Has a gun or a friend with one. Speaks in slang, must be part of a gang. Mess with her, she'll pull a Sharkeisha on you. If you were to picture a person of any race, That fits the description that just took place. A baller and **** hmm... what race matches that? Yeah you're right, that person is probably black. Is fast, does drugs, and speaks with slang? Lemme guess, is he also in a gang? A young mother who is also poor? Bet she doesn't know who the dad is, what a ***** All these negative stereotypes associated with being black. Its disheartening, sicking and its really sad. And whats sadder is that if you are the opposite of all of that, You are often told that you're not really black. Does your skin colour change for going to Harvard? Will it change for speaking like an English scholar? Because I play hockey and not ball, does that make me white? So what if I'm the type of person to run away from a fight? You don't have to be irresponsible and rude to be considered black. It's your ethnic background that determines that. And to some people, all we are is the complexion of our face. Light, dark, somewhere in the middle, to some, the bad of a few defines our whole race. Does running away from a cop, and being black give someone grounds to shoot? Why is it that my skin color is what is most important to you? Is asking a question when getting arrested for no visible reason really resisting arrest? Does struggling to break free from restraints to catch my breath, give someone a reason to grab on tighter to strangle me to death? The actions of a few don't define the actions of a whole group. And this assumption that all black are thugs, thieves and liars has done clear damage to, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin and so many more. They didn't know it, but just by being black, they put their lives at risk when they stepped out their door. Don't you think it's gotten too far when we have to prove Black Lives Matter, or when we the saying of a movement is Hands Up, Don't Shoot. Should people have to be reminded that blacks are real people and that our lives matter  too? We are athletes and musicians. Lawyers and physicians. The leader of a nation. An anchorman of a news station. We don't all fit into that mold that is preset for us. You can and should expect great things of us. Because we don't have to be a **** or a baller to be considered black. We define what type of black person we are, we determine that.
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The already preset disposition of being Asian. I must've been accidentally mixed in the wrong laundry basket, because they tell me I'm white-washed. Born with foreign looks but a native tongue my birth certificate calls me ***** I would be the blonde-hair-blue-eyes of a country on the other side of the world but here, I'm still considered an immigrant in my own home. When you are Asian-American, you are also the stereotypes that trail your title. You are sushi You are jackie-chan You are karate You are good grades You are the slant-eyed pignose supporting character WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE WHERE UNITED IS TRANSLATED AS DISCRIMINATED! BUT DON'T GET IT TWISTED, ASIANS ARE PRETTY COOL! Excuse me straight misogynist white male, your Godzilla type of Asian, or my culture? When have I as an individual played a character in these quote on quote American movies? Hmm oh yeah, that's right! I was in Fast and Furious! Didn't I also make an appearance in Harry Potter as the cute innocent Cho Chang? If this also applies to you can I please have your autograph because I'm pretty sure I've seen you star in every movie I've ever seen. Or at least your people, right? Don't try to tone down the damage I already know I'm categorized in this Asian fetish that all you'll ever see in me is rice and anime, nothing more, nothing less. And if I were to become an author instead of a doctor, I'd be considered as a social unnorm a disgrace but isn't it already disgraceful that in this bleached-colors world I have lost touch of my heritage, my roots replaced with a skeleton idea of who I'm supposed to be I wear a mask. My friends speak to my mom in their native language. Sitting there, disoriented, lost in pronunciation I ask my mother why she did not teach me her natural tongue. She says, "because you are American." And I still do not believe her.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
jasyours
null
The already preset disposition of being Asian. I must've been accidentally mixed in the wrong laundry basket, because they tell me I'm white-washed. Born with foreign looks but a native tongue my birth certificate calls me ***** I would be the blonde-hair-blue-eyes of a country on the other side of the world but here, I'm still considered an immigrant in my own home. When you are Asian-American, you are also the stereotypes that trail your title. You are sushi You are jackie-chan You are karate You are good grades You are the slant-eyed pignose supporting character WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE WHERE UNITED IS TRANSLATED AS DISCRIMINATED! BUT DON'T GET IT TWISTED, ASIANS ARE PRETTY COOL! Excuse me straight misogynist white male, your Godzilla type of Asian, or my culture? When have I as an individual played a character in these quote on quote American movies? Hmm oh yeah, that's right! I was in Fast and Furious! Didn't I also make an appearance in Harry Potter as the cute innocent Cho Chang? If this also applies to you can I please have your autograph because I'm pretty sure I've seen you star in every movie I've ever seen. Or at least your people, right? Don't try to tone down the damage I already know I'm categorized in this Asian fetish that all you'll ever see in me is rice and anime, nothing more, nothing less. And if I were to become an author instead of a doctor, I'd be considered as a social unnorm a disgrace but isn't it already disgraceful that in this bleached-colors world I have lost touch of my heritage, my roots replaced with a skeleton idea of who I'm supposed to be I wear a mask. My friends speak to my mom in their native language. Sitting there, disoriented, lost in pronunciation I ask my mother why she did not teach me her natural tongue. She says, "because you are American." And I still do not believe her.
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In society, Women are always told they are too much. Too angry, too calm Too quiet, too loud Too big, too small And we are all of these things We are angry. Angry about the internalized oppression that still flows on a day to day basis. We are angry about our predefined roles of what girl is, what girl should be. And we are too calm. Calm about the man that called you a name in the street and all you wanted to do was cry Or the teacher that told you you couldn't do what you wanted because it was a mans place, not a woman's You should have yelled, but you didn't. Because we are too calm. We are too quiet. We are silenced. Our opinions are ranked of worthiness by our physical features, our body types. Our intelligence is last to our ****** appeal. We can not be heard through the babble of social media judging and critiquing and pointing out our flaws. So we are quiet. And we are loud. We have the ability to speak for the world. To weave the revolution out of the words of women. We have the voice to speak to our sisters globally, teach women that we are loud. We can drown out prejudice with the power of voice and bring down the barrier of how a girl should be. We are small. Told that our personalities are preset by the gender normalities that the patriarchy has placed, we are shrunk to fit our predefined roles. They cut us into shapes so we can not realize that we are so much bigger. Because we are big. We are huge. We have global impact. While we are cut down, I would like to see us glue each other back together. I want to see women take back our voices. I want to hear women all over the world speak how they feel, bust through the barriers of what the patriarchy has told them. Fight back against their rapists, abusers, silencers. When someone tells you that you are being too much, say "I am. And I am becoming so much more."
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
Birwin
We Are
In society, Women are always told they are too much. Too angry, too calm Too quiet, too loud Too big, too small And we are all of these things We are angry. Angry about the internalized oppression that still flows on a day to day basis. We are angry about our predefined roles of what girl is, what girl should be. And we are too calm. Calm about the man that called you a name in the street and all you wanted to do was cry Or the teacher that told you you couldn't do what you wanted because it was a mans place, not a woman's You should have yelled, but you didn't. Because we are too calm. We are too quiet. We are silenced. Our opinions are ranked of worthiness by our physical features, our body types. Our intelligence is last to our ****** appeal. We can not be heard through the babble of social media judging and critiquing and pointing out our flaws. So we are quiet. And we are loud. We have the ability to speak for the world. To weave the revolution out of the words of women. We have the voice to speak to our sisters globally, teach women that we are loud. We can drown out prejudice with the power of voice and bring down the barrier of how a girl should be. We are small. Told that our personalities are preset by the gender normalities that the patriarchy has placed, we are shrunk to fit our predefined roles. They cut us into shapes so we can not realize that we are so much bigger. Because we are big. We are huge. We have global impact. While we are cut down, I would like to see us glue each other back together. I want to see women take back our voices. I want to hear women all over the world speak how they feel, bust through the barriers of what the patriarchy has told them. Fight back against their rapists, abusers, silencers. When someone tells you that you are being too much, say "I am. And I am becoming so much more."
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Perfect lines and circles and scales, Preset shapes and purples to blues to greens Left, then right, then left and right again. Mismatched pairs and my lungs are closing up.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
adria-maria
OCD
Perfect lines and circles and scales, Preset shapes and purples to blues to greens Left, then right, then left and right again. Mismatched pairs and my lungs are closing up.
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Ruby red love She didn’t give it a shove With delicate diamonds just above A love to find Not the gaudy kind Purposely shaped heart In search of where to start Placed upon a tiny finger To make one stop and linger A Ruby shine With Red glare so clear So much so That one could begin to fear What would happen if they Tried to disappear Runaway they might With just cause Of too much fright Would bring her to shed a tear That Red ruby so clear Reminds her of the cheer And the time he spilled his beer Red ruby dazzling bright If only see the light Whats its symbolize Character or compromise She was utterly surprised That tiny clear red ruby A reminder Love is never like that movie Ruby red love Unmistakable beauty Recalling a late summer sunset A clear preset With its curves Upon that finger Can be a deep stinger If not preserved Prompts the feeling Sensationally deserved
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
MarigoldsFever
Ruby Red
Ruby red love She didn’t give it a shove With delicate diamonds just above A love to find Not the gaudy kind Purposely shaped heart In search of where to start Placed upon a tiny finger To make one stop and linger A Ruby shine With Red glare so clear So much so That one could begin to fear What would happen if they Tried to disappear Runaway they might With just cause Of too much fright Would bring her to shed a tear That Red ruby so clear Reminds her of the cheer And the time he spilled his beer Red ruby dazzling bright If only see the light Whats its symbolize Character or compromise She was utterly surprised That tiny clear red ruby A reminder Love is never like that movie Ruby red love Unmistakable beauty Recalling a late summer sunset A clear preset With its curves Upon that finger Can be a deep stinger If not preserved Prompts the feeling Sensationally deserved
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Pythagoras taught that reality was but one among an infinite number now u've got the quantum multiverse; & Pythagoras thought of it first,   saying all it amounted to was a line leading to & through a point, like a thread through a needle;       & so the Universe was stitched together like a multi-directional dream catcher; excluding no area in space &  miracles taking place                                        when the strings        are manipulated according to preset                patterns or improvised designs; what else did the ancient ancients do that make ur high-tech gadgets look like the simple-minded toys that they in truth are; the ancients   told time by the movement of the sun & shadows & communicated w/ unseen higher spirits, conferred w/ still higher spirits,   higher than those both above & below;  spirits taking the form of sacred prostitutes & poets, geniuses every one of them
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
johnny-noiπ
the genius of multiple realities
Pythagoras taught that reality was but one among an infinite number now u've got the quantum multiverse; & Pythagoras thought of it first,   saying all it amounted to was a line leading to & through a point, like a thread through a needle;       & so the Universe was stitched together like a multi-directional dream catcher; excluding no area in space &  miracles taking place                                        when the strings        are manipulated according to preset                patterns or improvised designs; what else did the ancient ancients do that make ur high-tech gadgets look like the simple-minded toys that they in truth are; the ancients   told time by the movement of the sun & shadows & communicated w/ unseen higher spirits, conferred w/ still higher spirits,   higher than those both above & below;  spirits taking the form of sacred prostitutes & poets, geniuses every one of them
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we sweat the small stuff and get upset ready to deflect what we don't expect storms spread and we get so wet bad weather that we'd rather forget we preset our heads to reject whatever we don't see as correct we've all bled and shed tears of regret it's our necks that we try to protect when letting two hearts connect reverence has the better effect it's the common threads that we neglect instead of accepting we choose to except
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
GaryL
common threads
we sweat the small stuff and get upset ready to deflect what we don't expect storms spread and we get so wet bad weather that we'd rather forget we preset our heads to reject whatever we don't see as correct we've all bled and shed tears of regret it's our necks that we try to protect when letting two hearts connect reverence has the better effect it's the common threads that we neglect instead of accepting we choose to except
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we sweat the small stuff and get upset ready to deflect what we don't expect storms spread and we get so wet bad weather that we'd rather forget we preset our heads to reject whatever we don't see as correct we've all bled and shed tears of regret it's our necks that we try to protect when letting two hearts connect reverence has the better effect it's the common threads that we neglect instead of accepting we choose to except
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
GaryL
common threads
we sweat the small stuff and get upset ready to deflect what we don't expect storms spread and we get so wet bad weather that we'd rather forget we preset our heads to reject whatever we don't see as correct we've all bled and shed tears of regret it's our necks that we try to protect when letting two hearts connect reverence has the better effect it's the common threads that we neglect instead of accepting we choose to except
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I don't know if everything is settled down in life, and it's cruel to imagine it like that many live their lives believing that their fate can't change because life is preset.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
tulipinthetropics
Fate
I don't know if everything is settled down in life, and it's cruel to imagine it like that many live their lives believing that their fate can't change because life is preset.
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When I arch my back so my face hovers close Above the college ruled paper, I narrow my shoulders until the green fleece of my jacket kisses at my red ears. I move my body weight to my left side, shifting and wrapping my right foot around the cold metal desk leg, the hiss of the fluorescent lights above licking a steady whisper. I hear pens scratching permanent ink onto dry paper and noses dripping snot onto cheap Kleenex squares, a melodic metronome racing against the preset clock in my mind I’ve ignored over the past four years. Will it be worth it? Thomas sits on my red ears and whispers, reminding that I have but one more semester. Am I Dotstoyevsky? Can I claim to be Milton? Am I worth?
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
cyril-blythe
HC 3334; Tuition
When I arch my back so my face hovers close Above the college ruled paper, I narrow my shoulders until the green fleece of my jacket kisses at my red ears. I move my body weight to my left side, shifting and wrapping my right foot around the cold metal desk leg, the hiss of the fluorescent lights above licking a steady whisper. I hear pens scratching permanent ink onto dry paper and noses dripping snot onto cheap Kleenex squares, a melodic metronome racing against the preset clock in my mind I’ve ignored over the past four years. Will it be worth it? Thomas sits on my red ears and whispers, reminding that I have but one more semester. Am I Dotstoyevsky? Can I claim to be Milton? Am I worth?
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A life with no safety net Do I make it or will this be yet another instance where I don't hit the ground running, instead I splat flat on the pavement Place your bet, I'll take that bet Another tally mark added to my list of regret I'm my own biggest threat and relentless as it can get I feel preset to replay every horrible event A looped cassette Bad precedent after bad precedent set Where is this button labeled reset? When will I find the bottom of this decent? If you tell me I'll try to keep the secret I forget now if I've ever even seen it I know I never see it coming, but there's no question I've felt it Going dark and cold like a long forgotten briquette Stagnant and never lit Like a burning cigarette this hell is a slow burn with evil intent I'm spent like a tax return, sanity gone before I even got to know it Out of my mind cause I could no longer afford the rent My twisted twist on Russian roulette is the full chamber aspect So you can surely predict past it My downfalls bound to hit a record high percent The first click shoulda/woulda/coulda ended it all in an instant With steel to flesh, I find myself desperate to create an outlet To finally get the torment to ease up a bit But it jams every time and I must admit Dumb luck and the law of odds get the credit ©2024
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Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
bettsjc187
~•§•~ In An Instant ~•§•~
A life with no safety net Do I make it or will this be yet another instance where I don't hit the ground running, instead I splat flat on the pavement Place your bet, I'll take that bet Another tally mark added to my list of regret I'm my own biggest threat and relentless as it can get I feel preset to replay every horrible event A looped cassette Bad precedent after bad precedent set Where is this button labeled reset? When will I find the bottom of this decent? If you tell me I'll try to keep the secret I forget now if I've ever even seen it I know I never see it coming, but there's no question I've felt it Going dark and cold like a long forgotten briquette Stagnant and never lit Like a burning cigarette this hell is a slow burn with evil intent I'm spent like a tax return, sanity gone before I even got to know it Out of my mind cause I could no longer afford the rent My twisted twist on Russian roulette is the full chamber aspect So you can surely predict past it My downfalls bound to hit a record high percent The first click shoulda/woulda/coulda ended it all in an instant With steel to flesh, I find myself desperate to create an outlet To finally get the torment to ease up a bit But it jams every time and I must admit Dumb luck and the law of odds get the credit ©2024
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“This Insubstantial Pageant Faded” (spoke by Prospero, The Tempest, by W. Shakespeare)^ <> Our words are all actors, a long run, run its course, our long playing record, scratched, love~worn to worn out extremity, yet yeoman service did offer, extreme only in magical transforming plain sight into visions, a legacy, bent gray, tarnished by weary wearing aging, their brief sparks now but reclamation flares of burst lights of waning days in short lived tastings of what was and can be nevermore everyone’s magic has its preset timed timing, and with every day, each a concentric ring marked and hallowed, a heartbeat ring narrower than its predecessor, a shallower hollow, a fair represent of both all that came our way, and that we resent with no resentment into a cloud capped atmosphere for all to ****** from a flailing, flying breeze, their brief gleam, multiplying, thus envisaging, illuminating the manuscript of our hinted future forward’s next percept * “And like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep”*^
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Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 8:23 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
“This Insubstantial Pageant Faded”
“This Insubstantial Pageant Faded” (spoke by Prospero, The Tempest, by W. Shakespeare)^ <> Our words are all actors, a long run, run its course, our long playing record, scratched, love~worn to worn out extremity, yet yeoman service did offer, extreme only in magical transforming plain sight into visions, a legacy, bent gray, tarnished by weary wearing aging, their brief sparks now but reclamation flares of burst lights of waning days in short lived tastings of what was and can be nevermore everyone’s magic has its preset timed timing, and with every day, each a concentric ring marked and hallowed, a heartbeat ring narrower than its predecessor, a shallower hollow, a fair represent of both all that came our way, and that we resent with no resentment into a cloud capped atmosphere for all to ****** from a flailing, flying breeze, their brief gleam, multiplying, thus envisaging, illuminating the manuscript of our hinted future forward’s next percept * “And like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep”*^
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While quite intoxicated on another Saturday night I saw something here never seen before Each of us falling upon this preset line Each of us conforming into a monotonous bore Our minds left with nothing to explore Personal thoughts, not one more. As I detached myself from this wretched clique "Wait," shouted a man, "Just one more." I turned to see a sheep, not a thing unique My attention he failed to keep, freedom galore My duplicated mask fell to the floor. A follower I was no more. Upon breaking free, all their hatred turned to me At first a fearful sight like a rifle's bore Non-conformity shields me best, the mental violence never rests The rebels you cannot best, the outcasts hold something more We have something worth fighting for Infinite expression our minds may pour.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
kori-mace
The Conformity
While quite intoxicated on another Saturday night I saw something here never seen before Each of us falling upon this preset line Each of us conforming into a monotonous bore Our minds left with nothing to explore Personal thoughts, not one more. As I detached myself from this wretched clique "Wait," shouted a man, "Just one more." I turned to see a sheep, not a thing unique My attention he failed to keep, freedom galore My duplicated mask fell to the floor. A follower I was no more. Upon breaking free, all their hatred turned to me At first a fearful sight like a rifle's bore Non-conformity shields me best, the mental violence never rests The rebels you cannot best, the outcasts hold something more We have something worth fighting for Infinite expression our minds may pour.
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Preset What can I get for you this evening? Preset Do you happen to have our stubs card? Preset Would you like a receipt- Wait. Error. Error. Preset. Is there anything else? Preset Do you have any rewards on your card? Would you like me to see if there are any? Preset Would you like to use your rewards today, or save them? Preset Would you like a receipt? Preset Have a wonderful night. Day. Evening. What time is it. **** why did I preset that phrase... Hello! Preset What can I get for you this... today Preset Large....? Soda, popcorn? Preset I don't set the prices Preset I am a robot. Cashier number 18. I have 10 modes and 30 presets. Would you like to hear Maltesers BOGO preset? 2 for 6 preset? Hot Dogs are Out, preset? I don't have any receipts, please don't yell at me preset Funny joke based on your N7 jacket or Pokemon Go app preset? Ha. Ha. Preset I apologize for your wait, give me one moment I'll be right with you- With you- With you- WitH yoU I missed you. I'm so glad we're together again. You look amazing. How's the studying going? Is the Greenhouse finished? I guess we should **** the garden, today. Teach me to make Rhubarb pie? You don't know how to dice garlic! Let's go to sleep. I love you. Let's go outside today. I'd like to make pizza for dinner tonight. Let's see a movie. Movies. Let's lay on the floor with a fort of blankets and pillows and drink wine And watch movies.. Let's be you and us. Let's. LeT's Go to the movies.... Presets Deleted Would you like anything to drink, with that?
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
DarkSeaMaiden
Adult Money Charades (your local theater)
Preset What can I get for you this evening? Preset Do you happen to have our stubs card? Preset Would you like a receipt- Wait. Error. Error. Preset. Is there anything else? Preset Do you have any rewards on your card? Would you like me to see if there are any? Preset Would you like to use your rewards today, or save them? Preset Would you like a receipt? Preset Have a wonderful night. Day. Evening. What time is it. **** why did I preset that phrase... Hello! Preset What can I get for you this... today Preset Large....? Soda, popcorn? Preset I don't set the prices Preset I am a robot. Cashier number 18. I have 10 modes and 30 presets. Would you like to hear Maltesers BOGO preset? 2 for 6 preset? Hot Dogs are Out, preset? I don't have any receipts, please don't yell at me preset Funny joke based on your N7 jacket or Pokemon Go app preset? Ha. Ha. Preset I apologize for your wait, give me one moment I'll be right with you- With you- With you- WitH yoU I missed you. I'm so glad we're together again. You look amazing. How's the studying going? Is the Greenhouse finished? I guess we should **** the garden, today. Teach me to make Rhubarb pie? You don't know how to dice garlic! Let's go to sleep. I love you. Let's go outside today. I'd like to make pizza for dinner tonight. Let's see a movie. Movies. Let's lay on the floor with a fort of blankets and pillows and drink wine And watch movies.. Let's be you and us. Let's. LeT's Go to the movies.... Presets Deleted Would you like anything to drink, with that?
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Could you pass me those cigarettes, So I can smoke this pain away, My death is seen well preset, There should be no delay. Drown my thoughts with your flame, I think I'm the one to blame, To you I brought upon shame, And this was just a little game. Cut my bleeding heart in two, Your name written on it like tattoo, We feels like a long lost deja vu, And now my lungs are imbue. All of these calm waves tonight, I'd tell myself it'll be alright, All I'll have to do is close my eyes, And bid the world goodbye.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
jane2212
Deja vu
Could you pass me those cigarettes, So I can smoke this pain away, My death is seen well preset, There should be no delay. Drown my thoughts with your flame, I think I'm the one to blame, To you I brought upon shame, And this was just a little game. Cut my bleeding heart in two, Your name written on it like tattoo, We feels like a long lost deja vu, And now my lungs are imbue. All of these calm waves tonight, I'd tell myself it'll be alright, All I'll have to do is close my eyes, And bid the world goodbye.
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life can be less than a pleasure in this place where the rest are weathered preset on a quest forever resorting to their desperate measures life can be light as a feather when you'er blessed in the test of endeavor regret for the best is never and everything just comes together
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
GaryL
desperate endeavors of pain and pleasure
life can be less than a pleasure in this place where the rest are weathered preset on a quest forever resorting to their desperate measures life can be light as a feather when you'er blessed in the test of endeavor regret for the best is never and everything just comes together
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Light headed, wandering  unknown through a world that has grown molded around new hearts and intuitions. Floating above an era towards something more spirits soar, becoming lost in a universe. In a world so perverse, becoming crystallized forever Within its own coffin of abstract love these machines march synchronized. Following a manual preset to live out tired lives. Each detail, each texture lit upon a soft petal is ignored. The eyes of children are no longer innocent. Who knows more of the world than anyone will know? Yet determined of self-destruction we **** our pathos We dissolve into a world unbeknown to its fate. Then let us perish together at once And feed upon the greed and hatred of those once noble men. Let us suckle at the breast of ignorance and fan the flames of madness. In that must we find solace And within our own fortress seek our own version of purity. Submit to the will of what we cannot control And in the end smile because we are finally Free.
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
kimberly-c-brown
Slippery slope
Light headed, wandering  unknown through a world that has grown molded around new hearts and intuitions. Floating above an era towards something more spirits soar, becoming lost in a universe. In a world so perverse, becoming crystallized forever Within its own coffin of abstract love these machines march synchronized. Following a manual preset to live out tired lives. Each detail, each texture lit upon a soft petal is ignored. The eyes of children are no longer innocent. Who knows more of the world than anyone will know? Yet determined of self-destruction we **** our pathos We dissolve into a world unbeknown to its fate. Then let us perish together at once And feed upon the greed and hatred of those once noble men. Let us suckle at the breast of ignorance and fan the flames of madness. In that must we find solace And within our own fortress seek our own version of purity. Submit to the will of what we cannot control And in the end smile because we are finally Free.
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One plus one equals two, At least that is what I have always been told. Yet is it true? Have we all been convinced and sold? I refuse to buy into this rigid thought. In this commercialistic empire, I refuse to be bought. I have bolder thoughts in which to aspire. Why not one plus one equals one? It is the same entity is it not? Hear me out, just for fun. I promise I won’t bore you on the spot. Lets say one and another one mate, Then wouldn’t their spawn have the same genetic code? All three would be identical entities in their purest genetic state. One would have to be in our modern mathematical mode. For in math we are taught that one is and will always be the same. It must be like this for all formulas and calculations to thrive. In a sense, one has its own unique fame. It has its own set destiny preset to strive. Now some may say, the truth lies in the word “plus”. For it is this word that tells us how we are to treat this unique number. We are to combine one and one without a fuss. Creating a new unique number! Two!?  Where did you come from? Are you “one” expended by its self? Are you twice the mass of a single one? Are we now backward in our thoughts? One times one should equal one. And one plus one should equal two. Yet to me I see a new formula at play. One, being unique as one, plus itself still equals its self. Two should hence be removed away. For you see, If you add one and two, you should make three. Adding to this moronic perplexity. Let me simplify it to a new easier meaning. One plus one still equals one. It has not morphed into a new being. And now that I have made all your heads spin, I put down my pen and grin. For this was my goal all along, luring you all into my mathematical throng.
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May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC
-K-T-P-
One + One
One plus one equals two, At least that is what I have always been told. Yet is it true? Have we all been convinced and sold? I refuse to buy into this rigid thought. In this commercialistic empire, I refuse to be bought. I have bolder thoughts in which to aspire. Why not one plus one equals one? It is the same entity is it not? Hear me out, just for fun. I promise I won’t bore you on the spot. Lets say one and another one mate, Then wouldn’t their spawn have the same genetic code? All three would be identical entities in their purest genetic state. One would have to be in our modern mathematical mode. For in math we are taught that one is and will always be the same. It must be like this for all formulas and calculations to thrive. In a sense, one has its own unique fame. It has its own set destiny preset to strive. Now some may say, the truth lies in the word “plus”. For it is this word that tells us how we are to treat this unique number. We are to combine one and one without a fuss. Creating a new unique number! Two!?  Where did you come from? Are you “one” expended by its self? Are you twice the mass of a single one? Are we now backward in our thoughts? One times one should equal one. And one plus one should equal two. Yet to me I see a new formula at play. One, being unique as one, plus itself still equals its self. Two should hence be removed away. For you see, If you add one and two, you should make three. Adding to this moronic perplexity. Let me simplify it to a new easier meaning. One plus one still equals one. It has not morphed into a new being. And now that I have made all your heads spin, I put down my pen and grin. For this was my goal all along, luring you all into my mathematical throng.
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What if time Isn't restrained by The seconds, minutes, and hours We give it. I like to pretend that time does not exist No preset limitations Created by some "mastermind" Who invented the concept of keeping track of time. Time, you have always been my enemy Stealing away precious moments And wasting it And for what? A drawn out lesson that I sleep through anyway Time, you have always been my enemy Wake up- 5:30 am every morning Slowly I lug myself out of bed As I try to figure out why I must get up so early in the day When I am perfectly awake at 11pm After all of the "important" learning is over Time, you are rather sly A quick slight of hand And I have lost 3 hours of my life Simply sitting here Staring at the blank white walls Of this room As I try hard to fight sleep With endless cups of coffee Time has always been that one Undefeated enemy who keeps coming back Always up for a fight And I am ready to lose again What if minutes didn't exist? I guess life would be a little chaotic But I would never be late I could take all the time I wanted Days would pass But that wouldn't matter Because days wouldn't exist If we never let it.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
atlas-the-bug
Time
What if time Isn't restrained by The seconds, minutes, and hours We give it. I like to pretend that time does not exist No preset limitations Created by some "mastermind" Who invented the concept of keeping track of time. Time, you have always been my enemy Stealing away precious moments And wasting it And for what? A drawn out lesson that I sleep through anyway Time, you have always been my enemy Wake up- 5:30 am every morning Slowly I lug myself out of bed As I try to figure out why I must get up so early in the day When I am perfectly awake at 11pm After all of the "important" learning is over Time, you are rather sly A quick slight of hand And I have lost 3 hours of my life Simply sitting here Staring at the blank white walls Of this room As I try hard to fight sleep With endless cups of coffee Time has always been that one Undefeated enemy who keeps coming back Always up for a fight And I am ready to lose again What if minutes didn't exist? I guess life would be a little chaotic But I would never be late I could take all the time I wanted Days would pass But that wouldn't matter Because days wouldn't exist If we never let it.
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did you find your words helpful? were they meant to shape the minds of the young girls, to teach them lessons on how to please you, or the young boys who were taught that they deserved to be pleased by us, the apparent human toy perfectly wound, fit to the T? unfortunately we aren’t fine-tuned to the preset standard of your preset mind, we are unique we are beautiful we are more than what we wear and what we choose not to wear more than a made up face, more than a natural face more than our ******* and our *** we more than “entertainment” we hold the future in the palm of our wombs and are entitled to the hair on our heads arms and face and that will not be taken away by anyone we weren’t made to impress you to make you comfortable to appropriate our minds and our bodies to your set-in-stone, biased view of what a real woman should look and act like a real woman is what she wants to be not clay for you to fit inside a corrupt societal mold
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
emily-kane-elmore
"what guys look for in girls"...?
did you find your words helpful? were they meant to shape the minds of the young girls, to teach them lessons on how to please you, or the young boys who were taught that they deserved to be pleased by us, the apparent human toy perfectly wound, fit to the T? unfortunately we aren’t fine-tuned to the preset standard of your preset mind, we are unique we are beautiful we are more than what we wear and what we choose not to wear more than a made up face, more than a natural face more than our ******* and our *** we more than “entertainment” we hold the future in the palm of our wombs and are entitled to the hair on our heads arms and face and that will not be taken away by anyone we weren’t made to impress you to make you comfortable to appropriate our minds and our bodies to your set-in-stone, biased view of what a real woman should look and act like a real woman is what she wants to be not clay for you to fit inside a corrupt societal mold
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The First Day: our eyes met and the plot was set I acted my best to get you impress our eyes met your mind got preset: "throw him out at instant he's a poisonous serpent" The Next Day: we met the next day I dreamt in my own way: you said words you'll never say and the reality brings me dismay we met the next day you planned it in your way: to reject me anyway 'SORRY' was all you say you stood in front (of me) I gathered my courage to confront and express the feelings my heart prompt you stop me in mid giving me goose bump you took a while streaming words from your pile (of words) your 'S-O-R-R-Y' travelled a mile you left me with apologetical smile THE END.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Nirvanamnihal
Weird Love -2
The First Day: our eyes met and the plot was set I acted my best to get you impress our eyes met your mind got preset: "throw him out at instant he's a poisonous serpent" The Next Day: we met the next day I dreamt in my own way: you said words you'll never say and the reality brings me dismay we met the next day you planned it in your way: to reject me anyway 'SORRY' was all you say you stood in front (of me) I gathered my courage to confront and express the feelings my heart prompt you stop me in mid giving me goose bump you took a while streaming words from your pile (of words) your 'S-O-R-R-Y' travelled a mile you left me with apologetical smile THE END.
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I met her in New Orleans. Carrying luggage and sins, I called out to her, a quiet hello. She shot me an unfamiliar look, yet I felt it was one I did know. Maybe I saw it once or twice, on a moonless night, long ago. And as she did approach, the street was overtook, by her presence; so strong. Though years had passed, and memories did come and go, since we last did meet, we felt that love from long ago. We spoke until the Sun did set, everything from there felt preset, as if Shakespeare himself, wrote me as Romeo, and her as my lovely Juliet. Lovers from long ago, with everything and nothing to know.
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC
adam-mathieu
Lovers (From Long Ago)
I met her in New Orleans. Carrying luggage and sins, I called out to her, a quiet hello. She shot me an unfamiliar look, yet I felt it was one I did know. Maybe I saw it once or twice, on a moonless night, long ago. And as she did approach, the street was overtook, by her presence; so strong. Though years had passed, and memories did come and go, since we last did meet, we felt that love from long ago. We spoke until the Sun did set, everything from there felt preset, as if Shakespeare himself, wrote me as Romeo, and her as my lovely Juliet. Lovers from long ago, with everything and nothing to know.
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Without sinking through the spheres. Hymns betting, still hands crisp under the wings. The wind slumbering, stays in the dark spaces. Eleven invisible pages, over. Any other name- Lux Arabesque, Uuqui Haratas, Preset: 117, and the foil. The mirrored valley’s strangest flora, sifts the decorated thriving trails. Then it can all become an infinite weave in this world where lazy whistling sand dunes beyond, claim the rights to a juried Spring. Then somehow it may recant this glorious history we’ve only barely known. The potent eyes starved by madness, waxes seas and radio fields, slimming the loops that rip into hinges and dispel a tryst. Toward Earth’s serene prelude, this pageantry of standard masks make ascending towers just and stately. Then come the planets we’ve always loved: Mars, Neptune, and Jupiter too. Barefoot and staggering through the modern coolness of a colossal spring, aching mental itching grows. Until the fruits have fallen into the cloven shadows. Until buried stones alit with day consecrate these omens and conceive such lucid strings to break these quiet thieves into song. Then the diary belies this affair. The steins upset the tales where pungent fleshy working minds coalesce. Observe the horses play in their endings, upon the wild mountain rivers where felling human eyes wander amidst these cleaved and sun-drenched desert mounds. Pt. II In origins uplifting diets foretell the escaped seams of darkness whose lofty tongues of nature’s prose lift the veiled hours’ wraith. Never pressing bells nor raked by shivers, it occurs swiftly should the marbled rushing master call. Above the sound of narrow whispers, comes the wishing hands to shout.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
martin-narrod
Max Rifting
Without sinking through the spheres. Hymns betting, still hands crisp under the wings. The wind slumbering, stays in the dark spaces. Eleven invisible pages, over. Any other name- Lux Arabesque, Uuqui Haratas, Preset: 117, and the foil. The mirrored valley’s strangest flora, sifts the decorated thriving trails. Then it can all become an infinite weave in this world where lazy whistling sand dunes beyond, claim the rights to a juried Spring. Then somehow it may recant this glorious history we’ve only barely known. The potent eyes starved by madness, waxes seas and radio fields, slimming the loops that rip into hinges and dispel a tryst. Toward Earth’s serene prelude, this pageantry of standard masks make ascending towers just and stately. Then come the planets we’ve always loved: Mars, Neptune, and Jupiter too. Barefoot and staggering through the modern coolness of a colossal spring, aching mental itching grows. Until the fruits have fallen into the cloven shadows. Until buried stones alit with day consecrate these omens and conceive such lucid strings to break these quiet thieves into song. Then the diary belies this affair. The steins upset the tales where pungent fleshy working minds coalesce. Observe the horses play in their endings, upon the wild mountain rivers where felling human eyes wander amidst these cleaved and sun-drenched desert mounds. Pt. II In origins uplifting diets foretell the escaped seams of darkness whose lofty tongues of nature’s prose lift the veiled hours’ wraith. Never pressing bells nor raked by shivers, it occurs swiftly should the marbled rushing master call. Above the sound of narrow whispers, comes the wishing hands to shout.
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It's been four days since she hated me Five nights since she cut me loose I was angry, she had ditched me But she was playing by her rules My phone buzzed with her preset tone "I'm home soon are you about x" I don't like being all alone But it's late to be going out I found myself sat on her bed Discussing how my text was wrong How her drunken antics are in my head I wasn't staying long Yet although this girl is wrong for me As I am wrong for her She looks so **** angry And something starts to stir "friends can kiss" we kiss "friends can touch" we touch After a frantic hour of bliss Doing stuff friends don't do much I leave Once again testing the boundaries of friendship. On the road of true love is this just a dip?
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
mr-bigglesworth
Let's just be friends
It's been four days since she hated me Five nights since she cut me loose I was angry, she had ditched me But she was playing by her rules My phone buzzed with her preset tone "I'm home soon are you about x" I don't like being all alone But it's late to be going out I found myself sat on her bed Discussing how my text was wrong How her drunken antics are in my head I wasn't staying long Yet although this girl is wrong for me As I am wrong for her She looks so **** angry And something starts to stir "friends can kiss" we kiss "friends can touch" we touch After a frantic hour of bliss Doing stuff friends don't do much I leave Once again testing the boundaries of friendship. On the road of true love is this just a dip?
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