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"psh" poems
black girl burnt fingertips on blunts and radio knobs singing along to the words pretending to fall in love black girl stuck with scratches ashes burnt skin a taste for female friends that benefit black girl can't hide her DNA as easily as her true colors black girl best friend back girl white for a black girl black girl lives on the north side has a side girl on the south black girl plays blues bumps Kings of Leon and Future wondering which of the two will be her future black girl never cusses in front of her sister even though all she says is 'fuck it' black girl white car black girl no license black girl speeds black girl art school black girl need scholarship black girl raps and forgets the words black girl gossip girl black girl breaks cigarettes black girl never laughs at me when I think she will black girl psh black girl so much better than who she thinks she is black girl can't take a compliment won't take credit black girl so beautiful black girl never pays for drugs but gets high every night black girl sometimes makes me jealous sometimes I want to make black girl jealous
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
black girl beautiful: (after Terrance Hayes's "BlackGirl Plays the Dozens with Doctor Seuss"
Bad as a ***** ***** Bas as a ***** ***** Flapjack rippin up tracks Call the conductor Oh wait that’s me You need training Wheel’s on the track Traction that you stuck under N never wonder who is coming with the blunderbuss All up in yo face, one shot n you under us Ain’t wonderous? ****** up a couple plastics, pause, chill, kickback Smoke a couple blunts M to the A G, N to the Ificient Life’s nice isn’t it? That is, if ya got a little life light to lighten up those, like, Way heavy dark instances. And I don’t give a **** what you’re inference is Psh, this ***** tryna tell me what the difference is I thought it was obvious I am, they are not the **** Now we all got a nervous system But that don’t explain why you’re so nervous mister I done chained two chains up by his whiskers Gave away his dummy money needed hunny ****** his sister It’s the Little Rapscallion ****** up your fleet, better bring the whole battalion And I rap stallions, you stickin to the stable Fables of your ladies n your many medalions **** I’m goin off in this motha ***** Tossin these ***** fuckas wall to wall Knockin bricks out with a fist pound So get out n stand back, take notes, watch it fall I’m bach with ***** don’t matter what your speed I can clock em all, No cops involved, knock knock knock knock Lock down drop top n ball I’m all tweaked up n ***** you bound to stall
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Swerve
AYE, I’m about to take ya back in time A heartless little boy with a beautiful mind A diamond in the rough, society been trying to find Gives his mama a hard time but she the reason why he grind Never worries about stress…PSH, sorry for lying A place in action, they all constantly ask him, “Why you write with so much vigor? So much passion?” Try to unmask him, but he locked like Rikers He’s not selfish with his thoughts He’s just a silent writer.   Who puts his words on the line, but writes like he’s fine… If simplicity is a crime Put him down for a lifetime Talking sunsets, no regrets, kinda mindset Can look at a beautiful woman and not only think *** weight on his shoulders but heart beat works the pecks Yearning for future earnings Drive to be New York Cities next Even at best, puts everything into one quest…gives everything his all and not an EFFORT…less (haha) He’s use to the people just sleeping on him. DEAR GOD! The lord just beating on him Cause he aint went to church in…lord who knows? He just sips for the highs and makes music on the low, Red light, Green light, Dougie, it’s time to go! Ya seconds to fame started about an hour ago You need to cut the bad habits if you want ya flower to grow, Stay humble in your journey, that’s good for your soul, Ya never too old to make a new goal, just remember life if a highway and we all gotta pay the toll. Spreading love with each verse, even if haters start to curse Cause they best efforts can’t compete with you at your worst, No reason for bragging, in they face laughin…use they words as motivation, hard work is everlasting (echo out) LEAVE THE WHOLE WORLD, "WHEN'S HE COMING BACK?" THEY KEEP ASKING! (EXPLOSION EXIT) -Dougie Simps #LostLoveWriter
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
"They Keep Asking"
AYE, I’m about to take ya back in time A heartless little boy with a beautiful mind A diamond in the rough, society been trying to find Gives his mama a hard time but she the reason why he grind Never worries about stress…PSH, sorry for lying A place in action, they all constantly ask him, “Why you write with so much vigor? So much passion?” Try to unmask him, but he locked like Rikers He’s not selfish with his thoughts He’s just a silent writer.   Who puts his words on the line, but writes like he’s fine… If simplicity is a crime Put him down for a lifetime Talking sunsets, no regrets, kinda mindset Can look at a beautiful woman and not only think *** weight on his shoulders but heart beat works the pecks Yearning for future earnings Drive to be New York Cities next Even at best, puts everything into one quest…gives everything his all and not an EFFORT…less (haha) He’s use to the people just sleeping on him. DEAR GOD! The lord just beating on him Cause he aint went to church in…lord who knows? He just sips for the highs and makes music on the low, Red light, Green light, Dougie, it’s time to go! Ya seconds to fame started about an hour ago You need to cut the bad habits if you want ya flower to grow, Stay humble in your journey, that’s good for your soul, Ya never too old to make a new goal, just remember life if a highway and we all gotta pay the toll. Spreading love with each verse, even if haters start to curse Cause they best efforts can’t compete with you at your worst, No reason for bragging, in they face laughin…use they words as motivation, hard work is everlasting (echo out) LEAVE THE WHOLE WORLD, "WHEN'S HE COMING BACK?" THEY KEEP ASKING! (EXPLOSION EXIT) -Dougie Simps #LostLoveWriter
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Yeah, (start writing) Tell me, does this scenario seem unfair? I wished her sweet dreams but only gave her nightmares Maybe it's the fact that she doubted every bit of my worth! Maybe it's the fact these insecure women only bring out my worst Her characteristic flaws are far from heavenly sent Sip my glory baby, allow my music to be your moments of regret Hold on girl, promise my rise ain't done yet! Imma drain ya heart until there ain't nothing left. All this talent that was all EXternally formulated Her actions made the hook Her ******** made the whole creation I'm plotting revenge baby, so just be patient Angel eyes...(psh) since when the **** did they start looking like satin? This **** right here is far from a past love song This I'm doing me, you gon remember Doug song Easy to judge me when the criminal was dead wrong **** venting When the boy is so far gone. Take a shot for me, baby let me buy you a drink You gunna wanna drink away those tears after you read this permanent ink -Dougie #lostLove
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
"Permanent Ink"
You're my favorite cake; I don't get you too often but when I do its exciting. It's the best one. That's you. I be like, oh can't wait try her! Like that one time you gave me that head. I was like omggg this ***** esta mujer, gotta be my girl. You wanna be my girl? She laughs, and roles around as if to be searching every Window surrounding for faces. No! Oh, so now I get it. You hit me up every year or whateva, you make me beg every time I see you Mami. And when we finally **** it's amazing, & then you wanna bounce. so I'm here to serve you, hu'? Aye, you listening to me? Yeah I'm serving you? You come here but can't **** it mami. Here chula, put it in your mouth. She laughs, I don't want to. Psh, agghh.You get me so tight, so why you come here then? But he's right, she thought, why had she come? She had imagined it wouldnt happen this time. Did you fuckin' slap me? What? That was hard? Tss Come on, we was playin' around. If you hit me I wouldn't get tight. I know it wasn't hard. It was unnecessary. You like that **** why you playin? He turned the lights off while she laid on the bed still fully clothed. He was taking off his shoes then pants. She waited. He creeped onto the bed headed her ways. Why didn't I try to leave again, she thought Come on mami, you gon' take this off or what? Is that mine? Is that mine? She moans. Who's is this? Huh, he grunts. Yo.. You.. Youurs. Yeah! No worries, I'll always serve you. As long as you're alive. We laughed and I walked down. The last three steps and out the foggy air of season June,
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Favorite Cake
You're my favorite cake; I don't get you too often but when I do its exciting. It's the best one. That's you. I be like, oh can't wait try her! Like that one time you gave me that head. I was like omggg this ***** esta mujer, gotta be my girl. You wanna be my girl? She laughs, and roles around as if to be searching every Window surrounding for faces. No! Oh, so now I get it. You hit me up every year or whateva, you make me beg every time I see you Mami. And when we finally **** it's amazing, & then you wanna bounce. so I'm here to serve you, hu'? Aye, you listening to me? Yeah I'm serving you? You come here but can't **** it mami. Here chula, put it in your mouth. She laughs, I don't want to. Psh, agghh.You get me so tight, so why you come here then? But he's right, she thought, why had she come? She had imagined it wouldnt happen this time. Did you fuckin' slap me? What? That was hard? Tss Come on, we was playin' around. If you hit me I wouldn't get tight. I know it wasn't hard. It was unnecessary. You like that **** why you playin? He turned the lights off while she laid on the bed still fully clothed. He was taking off his shoes then pants. She waited. He creeped onto the bed headed her ways. Why didn't I try to leave again, she thought Come on mami, you gon' take this off or what? Is that mine? Is that mine? She moans. Who's is this? Huh, he grunts. Yo.. You.. Youurs. Yeah! No worries, I'll always serve you. As long as you're alive. We laughed and I walked down. The last three steps and out the foggy air of season June,
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25... When you were a kid you thought that you would be married by now Have it all figured out The career The home The car The kids Now you're here and holy **** Do we ever really figure it out? Adulting is hard Your Facebook feed is filling up with engagements and baby announcements but your reading the newsfeed in the liquor isle of Safeway Beer or wine tonight? Hmm maybe ***** "Psh who wants to be a boring married couple" That's what you think to yourself Trying to convince yourself that it's okay Drown out that little voice in your head saying "you're gonna be alone forever" It's like walking on a tightrope One side you have it together and the other side you still might as well be that 21 year old college student ordering shots at the bar If someone has this figured out- hit a homie up Until then, I'm just doing me and I guess I'm doing fine
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
Adult-ish
Oh wasted talent, neglected excellence, how you enter the light every day, always leaving a black abyss full of attitude, and rude remarks, offensive words that sting long after you’ve crept back into your world of tenebrous isolation we feel the effects, like a wave of negativity you position yourself south of everyone comfortably north repelling love, and understanding, but you’re not lonely No you’ve found the ultimate alternative, An imitation reality, like McDonald’s food, Never quite able to equal greatness, nothing worth praise, almost a waste A great façade, a fake Your glossy eyes and lethargic mannerisms tell all Higher than life, Psh you don’t need us! But don’t you know? Weren’t you told? There’s a better way to get high, why not… … take a drag of the cigarette of friendship, or a hit of creativity? These things will far surpass the boundaries of ecstasy But no, you sit and you sleep senses dulled eyes glued shut you reside complacent in a prison to which only you hold the key! Don’t you know the greatness you could be? I do because I can see, past the cloudy eyes, beyond the stinging comments, I can see the successful well educated man you continually refuse to be. It hurts and pains me every day getting up from my seat taking the world away, and on the desk where you used to sit, is a pile of class work and lessons, that you call ******** stop now, before the poison penetrates too deep, save the dying man, the long list of what you could be times are tough and temptation is hard to fight, just remember that salvation is close and it is in sight, Ask for help and you shall receive, let in the light and shut out the fog, not one inky hint should remain, time is running low, and faith is hard to find…. just once, sincerely try to open your eyes, take advantage of the time that you have left because when this years over, it will be time well spent.
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Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
To Youth With Unrecognized Potential
Oh wasted talent, neglected excellence, how you enter the light every day, always leaving a black abyss full of attitude, and rude remarks, offensive words that sting long after you’ve crept back into your world of tenebrous isolation we feel the effects, like a wave of negativity you position yourself south of everyone comfortably north repelling love, and understanding, but you’re not lonely No you’ve found the ultimate alternative, An imitation reality, like McDonald’s food, Never quite able to equal greatness, nothing worth praise, almost a waste A great façade, a fake Your glossy eyes and lethargic mannerisms tell all Higher than life, Psh you don’t need us! But don’t you know? Weren’t you told? There’s a better way to get high, why not… … take a drag of the cigarette of friendship, or a hit of creativity? These things will far surpass the boundaries of ecstasy But no, you sit and you sleep senses dulled eyes glued shut you reside complacent in a prison to which only you hold the key! Don’t you know the greatness you could be? I do because I can see, past the cloudy eyes, beyond the stinging comments, I can see the successful well educated man you continually refuse to be. It hurts and pains me every day getting up from my seat taking the world away, and on the desk where you used to sit, is a pile of class work and lessons, that you call ******** stop now, before the poison penetrates too deep, save the dying man, the long list of what you could be times are tough and temptation is hard to fight, just remember that salvation is close and it is in sight, Ask for help and you shall receive, let in the light and shut out the fog, not one inky hint should remain, time is running low, and faith is hard to find…. just once, sincerely try to open your eyes, take advantage of the time that you have left because when this years over, it will be time well spent.
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What does samkhya have to do with yoga? Dual teaching like I told you twice They say theres…. 2 eternal principles manifest in the universe nature and the self, knowledge like pursua and prakriti different and yet same in this verse Salvation through transcenscion duality is false i ought to mention see through it like fallacy, I bless you no curse now apphrension like flower prints we impresstoo Lying and violence distract you from your higher purpose You think you got swag psh better listen thrice so you know you heard this the only style you got is the life you gotta clean up clean up your lifestyle , clean up your style, clean up your lifestyle, clean up yo …. liberation comes from Samadhi : contemplate : enlightened like we : got no hate upon me but first you gotta meditate, dhyana  and control your breathe asana  like my chest is pranayamic some speak false **** like they got no teeth,  these thoughts they squeeze but The churning of the mind cesses when you find time to practice seeing the self you framing in kind Epileptic I seizure mind, so epic synesthetic , that ***** divine storm like a portal, shorn my form as a mortal Come and See the world as it truly is Ill exist till I die, no reincarnation for I and I namaste  , en lakesh multi-lingual in these cypher cries Valid means of knowledge: Did you observe? Could you infer? Do they speak with authority? Could you preach the analogy? Just because you don’t see Doesn’t mean it won’t be Just because you don’t see doesn’t mean that the **** won’t be How do I know I am not the only person in the universe I know my experience They display markers We speak we write We **** we fight We wish We cry we live we die so maybe were all conscious looking at you like maybe you bought this, cautious we want this, auspice truth Smoke gone ghost like I haunt this
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
BeCauUSeeVerything is Poetry
What does samkhya have to do with yoga? Dual teaching like I told you twice They say theres…. 2 eternal principles manifest in the universe nature and the self, knowledge like pursua and prakriti different and yet same in this verse Salvation through transcenscion duality is false i ought to mention see through it like fallacy, I bless you no curse now apphrension like flower prints we impresstoo Lying and violence distract you from your higher purpose You think you got swag psh better listen thrice so you know you heard this the only style you got is the life you gotta clean up clean up your lifestyle , clean up your style, clean up your lifestyle, clean up yo …. liberation comes from Samadhi : contemplate : enlightened like we : got no hate upon me but first you gotta meditate, dhyana  and control your breathe asana  like my chest is pranayamic some speak false **** like they got no teeth,  these thoughts they squeeze but The churning of the mind cesses when you find time to practice seeing the self you framing in kind Epileptic I seizure mind, so epic synesthetic , that ***** divine storm like a portal, shorn my form as a mortal Come and See the world as it truly is Ill exist till I die, no reincarnation for I and I namaste  , en lakesh multi-lingual in these cypher cries Valid means of knowledge: Did you observe? Could you infer? Do they speak with authority? Could you preach the analogy? Just because you don’t see Doesn’t mean it won’t be Just because you don’t see doesn’t mean that the **** won’t be How do I know I am not the only person in the universe I know my experience They display markers We speak we write We **** we fight We wish We cry we live we die so maybe were all conscious looking at you like maybe you bought this, cautious we want this, auspice truth Smoke gone ghost like I haunt this
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I gazed at her skin, fried and sprayed orange like the flames That swallowed her soul, dragged her down to hell with ‘em… Let her burn. Staring at her sparkly stripper shoes, I wondered how she could sleep at night. Well, she probably wasn’t alone. Her hair, so harsh, bleached blonde beyond compare, Frail, fraudulent, wannabe beauty Like her shallow, gimmicky, stage get-up for the guys, Giving the goods in mass quantity, like a buffet. How cheap could she be? I ogled her body, ***** that resembled balloons. Psh. More like implants. Honey, you’re not fooling anyone. Her makeup, tacky and overdone. It could never be plastered over her tattered self-worth. I glared at her clothes, or lack thereof, itsy-bitsy and a poor excuse For a cover-up, of any kind, Physical or emotional. Leave something to the imagination, would ya? Some girls, how pathetic they are. I’m better. I have morals. Even if I don’t abide by them… Even if I despise the creature I’ve transformed to……. I gaped at the reflection, in the million-watt mirror lit aglow… Who could this be? It never could be me. Staring between false eyelashes, she was easy to see. A party girl. A *** No, no! It’s not me…
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
When I Laid Eyes on Her
It was magical. The starry night, under the trees. The romance, completely willing. Each person covering in the I love you's of tomorrow and for the rest of eternity Or at least thats how it was perceived by their story Everyone knew what they didn't want them to...they're romantic night was a joke. Stumbled drunkness, followed by lustful "I love you's" and bad decision making It was all an accident and it was the beginning of me. Panicked months followed. Fake happiness. Attempts to destroy and forget the mistake. New years. They made a vow...a resolution to finally be okay. And for a while, they even tricked themselves to think that. It was great...for about a year then he left she left a few years later. World War 3 was at a stand still...but only for a while. It didn't take much to rekindle the fire. As they say...you always remember your first drunken love. To love forever with them until the day the universe forces you two to part. (PSH! Yeah...thats not what they say) There was crossfire immediately Flames thrown further than light can travel and the only person being burned...was me. I wasn't raised by them. I couldn't ever possibly be that angry. I have loving grandparents that show nothing but affection and support. BUT GENETICALLY...I was ******* My outside environment only frustrated my inside environment. It was like the Wiggles vs. Hannibal Lector. Surprisingly the end didn't turn out as violently as many imagined. I was always trying to be "saved" but I never understood what from? The worse that had come out of the entire situation was me...as I am now. Granted...I have communication issues I'm a bit too sarcastic and the only was I can say what I really feel is through pen and paper. Sticky notes cover every corner of my room, screaming every obscenity that has ever crossed my mind AND YET.... I think I'm okay. I'm successful in most aspects of my life. And it had everything to do with my beginning. I've heard "I'm sorry" ever since my grandparents came to back to school night in kindergarten. What for?! How many people do you know that can walk through a valley of fire unscathed? Honestly, don't be sorry...because after what I've accomplished the lustful drunken night vs. the romance means nothing. And who knows...it could have been under a tree on a starry night.
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
Conceptions:multiple definitions.
It was magical. The starry night, under the trees. The romance, completely willing. Each person covering in the I love you's of tomorrow and for the rest of eternity Or at least thats how it was perceived by their story Everyone knew what they didn't want them to...they're romantic night was a joke. Stumbled drunkness, followed by lustful "I love you's" and bad decision making It was all an accident and it was the beginning of me. Panicked months followed. Fake happiness. Attempts to destroy and forget the mistake. New years. They made a vow...a resolution to finally be okay. And for a while, they even tricked themselves to think that. It was great...for about a year then he left she left a few years later. World War 3 was at a stand still...but only for a while. It didn't take much to rekindle the fire. As they say...you always remember your first drunken love. To love forever with them until the day the universe forces you two to part. (PSH! Yeah...thats not what they say) There was crossfire immediately Flames thrown further than light can travel and the only person being burned...was me. I wasn't raised by them. I couldn't ever possibly be that angry. I have loving grandparents that show nothing but affection and support. BUT GENETICALLY...I was ******* My outside environment only frustrated my inside environment. It was like the Wiggles vs. Hannibal Lector. Surprisingly the end didn't turn out as violently as many imagined. I was always trying to be "saved" but I never understood what from? The worse that had come out of the entire situation was me...as I am now. Granted...I have communication issues I'm a bit too sarcastic and the only was I can say what I really feel is through pen and paper. Sticky notes cover every corner of my room, screaming every obscenity that has ever crossed my mind AND YET.... I think I'm okay. I'm successful in most aspects of my life. And it had everything to do with my beginning. I've heard "I'm sorry" ever since my grandparents came to back to school night in kindergarten. What for?! How many people do you know that can walk through a valley of fire unscathed? Honestly, don't be sorry...because after what I've accomplished the lustful drunken night vs. the romance means nothing. And who knows...it could have been under a tree on a starry night.
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Felt like yesterday you made my heart spin I felt the satisfaction of potential love within Ive lost a lot, only gained a little You showed me what it feels to win I sit back and think a lot You changed my story and altered my plot The kinda movie that is good that you don't want it to stop. As madness entered, My heart ventures and curiosity killed the cat I can't help but constantly think about what you're doing, how you've been and where you've been at? But that is just that Probably wasn't meant to be I guess I'm a optimist, hopeless romantic, it was the idea of you that was all I could see.. Been drinking just to ease the pain, everything's altered nothing feels the same Why didn't we just meet up? Feel that would of changed things. But I'll take that And fall down only to get up and go now It's a learning lesson that I've tried to gain It's myself imma try and change ----- Sippin a flask of my own emotions cause I keep em to myself Smoking on some SOS Smoke alarms that show I need help Wouldn't of been just another notch on the belt This was purity I felt It was the heat love could bring As insecurities and skepticism was gone now....as slowly they melt. I apologize, and wish at night That you would one day just reply "I don't miss you" "it meant nothin" Psh, well that just my emotions telling a bold lie. I tried. I actually didn't I'm chasing my feelings down with regret I'm chasing something that's going to be forever missing.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
"Something Missing"
What am I to you? No, no..just think about it: Conversing only through a brew; a poison is calling. Yeah man, just drink it up. We're living it to the fullest. Pour that **** in my cup! "Psh, we don't stop yet." Our voices only grow louder. A shame our own words slur. Others can't control themselves; beastly eyes met with ragged fur. Four-three-two-one Pyramid formed, drop that ping-pong! Crank up the volume! We're playing that song! Intoxication embrace the mind~ Distortion amongst all kind~ Your eyes now temporarily blind~ Leave all those senses behind~ The one ****** you cannot find~ A bleak future forever signed~ Sirens echo, ending the fun. Flashes of red and blue sets in motion a mass paranoia, signifying the party is through. So I ask you again.. What am I to you?
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
Jack Daniels
they get everything handed to them and i get everything ripped from me. but that's how it goes, i guess. they'll get the perfect job, psh, more like sleeping with the boss. i'll get the perfect job, work my way to the top. all blood, sweat, and tears, breaking all of my fears. those stories are the best right? the one where the trillionaire made herself, she couldn't get a break, and then she decided that she didn't need one, and that instead of ******* her way to the top, she took it. she didnt have the best childhood, in fact, she doesn't talk to her family, she lives in luxury. something she's never had before. they may have everything handed to them, but if its given, is it really theirs? because doesn't that mean that whoever gave it to them, has the power to take it away. and i may get everything ripped from me, but, one day, they will have everything ripped from them, and i shall finally be at peace.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
handed vs. earning
laugh in the face of death give him a big old smile and say **** you” tell him “I don’t care if I die, I’m not afraid. Not of you, not of where you’ll take me. So come on! **** me! **** me you crazy ****** or I’ll do it myself!” and he’ll back down saying **** man, calm down it’s not that big of a deal” and tell him “no big deal? what the hell you talking about? no big deal. psh. You’re ******* death come to ******* **** me and I’m supposed to be ******** my pants but guess what? **** you! I’m not afraid! Come at my you mad-house **** I wanna see what you got!” death’ll run then off back into the shadows where he waits for you regain your fear but right then high on the adrenaline of this whole scene you can’t be touched by him you just said **** you” to death and guess what? keep it up and he might just never come to get you
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
a big "f-you" to death
She told me I was fragile and didn’t have a capacity for emotion. Well **** you. She had the most beautiful brown eyes, they made my knees weak. Shattered and disillusioned, I had fallen in love. Compliments are nice, but hookers are cheaper in the long run. Beer is good, ******* is great. My weeping soul could not make the difference out of two bottles of beer or two hookers that were so blown out of their mind, even I looked handsome. After listening to so many ominous records, I had come to the conclusion of defeat.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Emotion, Psh
Life is a cruel mistress she will beat you down then turn around and tell you its all your fault She'll twist all your demons and make them come alive through waking hours and sleep She'll gladly psh your drug of choice weather its coke or a razor alchol or *** and scream at you till you use you want to lay down and surrender praying she will have mercy Because fighting her saps all your energy But she is a cold hearted foe she wont stop until she wins and your life is lost So hold on to your support beams family friends writing they will be there they will fight when you need a time out. But please Little LF dont give up just yet.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Little LF
I was sure Sure of myself Thought I was above clichés Live to please someone? Psh i'd think "it'd never come to that" But then he was there He'd been there a while No stranger A comfortable smile I kid you not It came to me like a slap in the face This sudden urge? This unrivalled adoration? It felt so out of place Its the simple things Your little gap between your teeth The effortless and energising teasing I began to see see parts of me within you The quiet thoughtfulness The smile you had for everyone Always a thousand times more beautiful when directed at me
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
love isn't just for losers
Lately I’ve been dreaming, Of the old days. Oh its amazing, How things have changed. Back then, When nothing made us worry, Back when We were free, I loved it when you smiled At me. I’m sure it was you, who was first To make my heart skip a beat. I remember how we used to hold hands, Every second of every day, whenever we had the chance. I also remember the feeling Of holding you in my arms, and how you Always made me happy when I was sad, Afterwards saying something like “Psh, that was hard.” Your sarcasm, geez, Something I definetly dont ever again want around me. But you know, what I remember most, Are the things you had to say, Before You went away. “Before I go, I just Want you to know, That I Wont cry anymore. That I’ll never be Lonely, because all the memories of you, Will keep me company. I wish I could stay, Even if it were for just one more day. You’ll forever be in my heart, and I promise To never forget your name. There are So many things, I want to say to you, but I have no more time left, so listen because I’m going to say the words I hold most true.” “I Love You. I Love You. I Love You.” Never again, Did I ever get that same fuzzy feeling. I tell my friends about you all the time, But they just don’t believe me.
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Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 9:47 AM UTC
Fuzzy
Sitting still as stone Darkness crowds around Eyes set in a stare Upon the glowing screen But these eyes aren't watching or paying any attention These eyes are far away This mind is no where here It's lost in the past Wishing those days were now No explanation of why it isn't anymore Never did I think it was gonna be a past I truly expected us to be one forever I blame the distance The time spent apart It just isn't good for the heart that way Feelings fade I need to be with you to feel Without you I'm numb You need to refresh my memory I can't be without you I thought I could At first it was hard Then it became unbearable Then.... A confusing state Like.. Why aren't we talking Then a feeling of nothing Like it'll be okay Give it time But then it just feels wrong I feel lost Given up on Forgotten Not worth fighting for Or acknowledgeable Wishing for an explanation But I kno what you'll say But I tell myself I shouldn't assume Ill be honest and say I'm scared Because I think I've lost you And I really don't wanna accept that If it would be a true fact Idk what you're thinking Or who you're talking to But I feel like I'm not on your mind And I feel like you don't wanna talk to me So I guess this is just how it's gonna be and I'm not sure why Yes it hurts Having an explanation would probably hurt worse Cause it's probably all my fault like always...
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
******* forgotten.. Psh
I thought you were done When you left with no farewell I thought I was young when I broke that evil spell but no now I'm old but still I cry still I hurt and still I wait I wait and wait as years go by for the day when your name no longer ignites my hate I hate no one. I love everybody that’s just a lie you make it untrue it seems now pain is my hobby that evil spell renew i cant stop that you don’t care that I was just your toy, and unwilling player make fun of my face, my love, my hair you did much worse I'm sure you remember. Trust, psh you took more than hat from me you took my heart, my childhood, even my pure mind. It always did seem" I love you"wasn’t free. But then I broke your rules so you left me behind is that normal? To have to work for love see you with other girls and then beg for a hug no, no, its not normal and I'm glad I made you stop. So when will I break this spell now that your gone maybe when you admit it was you that was wrong!
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Dear Roosevelt
i just love it how                                    when i'm having a random rant                                   about something completely ridicules                                                                                                                       like stockings [psh]                                                                 or having a tiny hole                                                                              in your favorite socks [gasp] you laugh                           agree                                       then say, while you're smiling                     completely out of no where                               *"this is                                                       one of the reasons                 why i love you"*                                                                            and that is one of the reasons why i love you
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
how many reasons are there?
i just love it how                                    when i'm having a random rant                                   about something completely ridicules                                                                                                                       like stockings [psh]                                                                 or having a tiny hole                                                                              in your favorite socks [gasp] you laugh                           agree                                       then say, while you're smiling                     completely out of no where                               *"this is                                                       one of the reasons                 why i love you"*                                                                            and that is one of the reasons why i love you
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omnomnom yummy cookies satnamnom and "There is only One God," they said! and I was like, "Psh! Nawww, dude! They're isn't a 'God'. Prove it!" But then I was like, "Wait, since when the **** do I ever prescribe myself to oppressive dichotomous systems?!" and then all of a sudden I was like, "Wait, there's like an infinite amount of those things!" and then I was like, "Whoa, infinity is totally one." but then I was like, "Wait, it's also totally none." and then I was like, " everything is one everything is twice one everything is half of each and infinitely more than none and that sounds like pretty much everyone I know. and, well, let's just say that there's one constant and that one constant is love and that love is always changing that love is always growing expanding in all directions and ever since ever is it becoming love
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
becoming love
I imagined my own thoughts starting with **** these stains THICK Stained to the carpet and wood below. Oh, THICK smell and color A wash board? A wash? How could we wash such a thing, A **** stained rug and a **** stained floor? How could I think of anything else when seeing the lines of stain *** not just, but of someone. Not some thing, but man with reason and morals A confused man. Not drunken, or ill in health. He lies always, caught by no one Why? He is a confused man with many secrets. This one, it is certainly **** Whether it is in bottles beside the bed, or a lean towards the mirror with the sink running fast, it is always unique. it is always a secret..
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
psh
Depression? Psh so what. But in a way depression is silent. It attacks the mind, body, and soul. It doesn't matter who you are or if you're famous or not. Depression can strike anyone at anytime when you least expect it. It will never leave your side. It'll never let you rest, smile, laugh or be happy. It sticks to you like the way glue sticks to paper. You know that it's there but you really can't do anything about it. It attacks you in many ways. Whether it be a bad breakup, seeing someone you love or care about with another person, not being able to see the ones that you love and know. You're in a hopeless spiral and waves of emotions are crashing all around you as you try to swim away from it all but it keeps pulling you back in in a mindless and endless void of darkness. You try to find your way through it but you have no light to guide you. You frantically search around for something to hold onto of find some sort of light in the darkness. As you are walking you're finding it hard to take the next step. You're slowly sinking in the darkness screaming out for help but no one comes to your rescue. You continue to scream as your face is now in the dark void and you start falling. As you fall you start to think of those that have helped you but then you also think of those that abandoned you. Your eyes start to tear up and swell and you start to believe that no one would be there to catch you. There is no one that'll help you out in your times of need and when you want to say something or cry out for help, you're afraid to even do it because you don't know how people will react or what they will say. It's all up to you and how you even say it. They could leave you or they would understand and help you through it. But you're still scared out of your mind because they could turn their backs on you and tell you to ***** off or make you leave them alone for a long time because of what you have said to them. You then have no one to count on anymore. You start to go to therapy for your depression and you tell them what you have done and that you want the pain to stop. They always say to you though that everything will be alright and that things will get better over time and that you just have to wait for that time to come. After a while you start coming to the conclusion that nothing good will come to you anymore. You lock yourself away hiding from the world around you. You become a total shut in secluding yourself in your own comfort zone but you find that you are still lonely and that the depression is weighing you down. It's making you carry it with you where ever you go making sure that you are always in a bind and making sure that you can't get out of it even if you'd try to. Depression is a silent killer. It can strike you at anytime and at any place. There is no running from it even if your in therapy or taking pills for it. It'll still attack you no matter what and when it does, you'll want to give up on everything and everyone. it's just a matter of time.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Depression
Depression? Psh so what. But in a way depression is silent. It attacks the mind, body, and soul. It doesn't matter who you are or if you're famous or not. Depression can strike anyone at anytime when you least expect it. It will never leave your side. It'll never let you rest, smile, laugh or be happy. It sticks to you like the way glue sticks to paper. You know that it's there but you really can't do anything about it. It attacks you in many ways. Whether it be a bad breakup, seeing someone you love or care about with another person, not being able to see the ones that you love and know. You're in a hopeless spiral and waves of emotions are crashing all around you as you try to swim away from it all but it keeps pulling you back in in a mindless and endless void of darkness. You try to find your way through it but you have no light to guide you. You frantically search around for something to hold onto of find some sort of light in the darkness. As you are walking you're finding it hard to take the next step. You're slowly sinking in the darkness screaming out for help but no one comes to your rescue. You continue to scream as your face is now in the dark void and you start falling. As you fall you start to think of those that have helped you but then you also think of those that abandoned you. Your eyes start to tear up and swell and you start to believe that no one would be there to catch you. There is no one that'll help you out in your times of need and when you want to say something or cry out for help, you're afraid to even do it because you don't know how people will react or what they will say. It's all up to you and how you even say it. They could leave you or they would understand and help you through it. But you're still scared out of your mind because they could turn their backs on you and tell you to ***** off or make you leave them alone for a long time because of what you have said to them. You then have no one to count on anymore. You start to go to therapy for your depression and you tell them what you have done and that you want the pain to stop. They always say to you though that everything will be alright and that things will get better over time and that you just have to wait for that time to come. After a while you start coming to the conclusion that nothing good will come to you anymore. You lock yourself away hiding from the world around you. You become a total shut in secluding yourself in your own comfort zone but you find that you are still lonely and that the depression is weighing you down. It's making you carry it with you where ever you go making sure that you are always in a bind and making sure that you can't get out of it even if you'd try to. Depression is a silent killer. It can strike you at anytime and at any place. There is no running from it even if your in therapy or taking pills for it. It'll still attack you no matter what and when it does, you'll want to give up on everything and everyone. it's just a matter of time.
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