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You talk trash like a doorman, who treats others like doormats, thinking you have that right, cause, you fired first! did you get lost on your way to a poetry slam, and so you have no where to compete? as self appointed (shr)editor, you stir the *** and leave the room, leaving your P.I.E.D. in plain sight, just waiting for it to go off. do you unto others as you would have do unto you, somehow you forgot it is true, and I am sorry, but no worry, I have even liked some of your real poetry, What Was I Thinking?, Observe life and report in rhyme or prose, But rhyme with hurtful slime, uglier than my ugliest of toes, might be poetry but stirs woe in me, dress it up in classic forms, who let you create a standard of norms? take us on fanciful journeys, tell us of loves lost and loves won, but instead you load your keyboard with angry words, waiting for the sound you like, the sound of your own voice, PULL! to achieve release... who died and left you in charge, or are you sitting sad and alone, on one of the google barges? cute trick to hide in hash tags, not very original, gotta hand it to you,............................................... you are the best dressed word bully around. linguistically pure, of that I am sure, for no human, would c\ut a/nother's .............................artistic creation down, unless perfection was in the D.N.A. what did the others word- hunters go on vacation and you got stuck taking turns? What a way to waste a holiday? So be a good gourmand, and get back to excessive feasting, on food, and not people's works. KTWK
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
something i threw together before i threw up
You talk trash like a doorman, who treats others like doormats, thinking you have that right, cause, you fired first! did you get lost on your way to a poetry slam, and so you have no where to compete? as self appointed (shr)editor, you stir the *** and leave the room, leaving your P.I.E.D. in plain sight, just waiting for it to go off. do you unto others as you would have do unto you, somehow you forgot it is true, and I am sorry, but no worry, I have even liked some of your real poetry, What Was I Thinking?, Observe life and report in rhyme or prose, But rhyme with hurtful slime, uglier than my ugliest of toes, might be poetry but stirs woe in me, dress it up in classic forms, who let you create a standard of norms? take us on fanciful journeys, tell us of loves lost and loves won, but instead you load your keyboard with angry words, waiting for the sound you like, the sound of your own voice, PULL! to achieve release... who died and left you in charge, or are you sitting sad and alone, on one of the google barges? cute trick to hide in hash tags, not very original, gotta hand it to you,............................................... you are the best dressed word bully around. linguistically pure, of that I am sure, for no human, would c\ut a/nother's .............................artistic creation down, unless perfection was in the D.N.A. what did the others word- hunters go on vacation and you got stuck taking turns? What a way to waste a holiday? So be a good gourmand, and get back to excessive feasting, on food, and not people's works. KTWK
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His foot steps she follows yet he is angry not happy with her no matter how she tries she on his time clock money doesn't matter to him it's not his she spends to make him happy yet when she is broke down bottom his words are give him space for she has nothing to give a clock that ticks seeing by face he turns awau not give her the contactiom of the eye's words come she speaks following his foot steps made him angry his words to her by his own voice is saying FU turns away angry telling her your not following his foot steps she see's what he does in her point of view she does what he does borrowing from people asking the people money he needs if it's okay with him all she knows following the steps of him now angry a child places his face towards the window while riding on the bus to home saying good by to him bu her made her feel the whole world is against all odds when people do this all day facts of life he cannot except the mistakes he does all she knows clock ticks on his timer where facts are straight asking by someone she is doing what he does following his foots to wha he does she feels it's for her he place judgment on her for the mistakes she does is not exceptable but it's okay for him to follow his own foot steps of his mistakes now angry he ignores her without a word of silence a childs play he does on her is fool shr became of him by saying FU not happy right now silence became of him without a good-bye his foot steps she follows
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
His Foot Steps She Follows
fickle...... is the.. wind that blows tonight tying... knots in ..the... clothes .....left .. on the line. ... . . . .. howling ........ ..... ...... ... . . at the seams ... ..of this old place... raising.. the.. hackles.. on ..the ..cat... ...... ..raging..at ... ..... .. ................the...flower..beds . . . ....... .. . . .... ..... .. . ..creating ...pressure ..in our heads.... ripping.... my thoughts ...... . . . into ...to . .......shr.. ..ap......nel.. . . . .. b.bl...blah..b..lah.blah...sting blasted .....wind... ....... .............ratt... atattling the...... window.... frame ....and then.... silence reigns
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
from the south..it comes
***** bottles all over his room. She's gone. Do to failure in a nutshell. His xbox broke His parents divorced His job was lost. He had no where to go. No place to live No girl to love. Took a glock To the woods And Ended it all. Police called her house Shr heard the news. Her ex was dead. Not even a month had passed Yet he took it so hard. She bought his favorite liquor Drank it all that night. She had a job She had a new boyfriend She haf a home Lots of money But no one understood Her guilt She put him down So much She didnt know she hurt him so much So She grabbed a rope And jumped With a slight snap She was gone. The two were expecting eachother Somewhere in the vast Idea of Time. Love is crazy
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Untitled
The transition in managma, between the earth of mine and the sun of his Hear! The verbatim say the story out and loud This is like the volcanic eruption amongst the cold freezing mountain And the warmth of its hug is devastating! Secretly she put off all the past and the future A secret from everyone, a revelation to only one Like a pounding thunder lightening streams out the ways Those elated by the memoir, the streangth and conviction Shr breathesd out, a gasp of relief, like rebirth of a child And for the first ever time she realised, the world in her room is so exultant and free-ed!!
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Scratch!