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Justin Apr 2013
My father was carved from a mountain,
his features were etched from the stone,
but like all mountains my father will crumble,
he was in need of an heir to his throne.
My mother was born of the ocean,
like a flower she bloomed from the sea,
but when the tide overcame the mountain,
all that remained on the shore was me.
My brother was forged of hot iron,
no straighter a path could he walk,
he draws all his strength from the mountain,
his veins run deep through the rock.
My brother was grown in the forest,
so vivid, alive and in sync,
he draws all his strength from the ocean,
his roots thrive on the water they drink.
I was born of my father and mother,
I crawled from the ocean and stone,
and when my father finally crumbles,
his two heirs will inherit his throne.
I will travel to nations of bloodshed,
I will not let my death go to waste,
I will lay down my life in the desert,
to keep my fathers throne safe.
Sad Boy Aug 2018
Come Mr. DJ song Pon de Eric
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the Tina up
All de **** pon de basement wantin a vers top
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the Tina up
Incorporates ‘Pon de Replay’ by Rihanna
Donall Dempsey Nov 2018

She smiles in Russian.
"What's your name?" I ask her.
"Is Tina!" she laughs.
"Ah...Tina!" "No not..Tina!"
"Istina!" "It means...the Truth."

she winks
slinks as if she's
in inverted commas

hidden inside
her smile
(the kiss )

she disappears 'round the
corner leaving in the air
a perfect perfume replica of her

the grand piano
sits in its silence
dreaming of music
kingjay Dec 2018
Maginaw ang hamog sa unang ulan ng Disyembre
Naging kristal ang mga alikabok sa Hilaga
Lumaganap ang kahel na tina sa dahon ng Makahiya

Tumataghoy sa kweba ng kapusuan
Ibigay ang sagot sa patlang na kalooban
Himutok ay hindi na lumubay
Nang natagpuan na mayroon ng kasintahan

Napatingala sa langit na lipos ng estrelya
Sa kubo na hinati ng dingding
Sa loob ay ang buhay na ikinatha
Sa kabila naman ay ang mga bagay na dapat ginawa

Ngayon ay nagtagpo ang himakas at dagat
Sa katagalan nang paghintay ng salita upang ibibigkas ay wala rin saysay sa kahuli-hulihan
Sa tugmaang ito'y nasawan

Wiligan ng bendita ang dating sanggol sa kamalayan
Kipkipin at itago ang lampin
Sa ambon, sa bintana ay napaisip
Paano kung hindi natutong magmahal
allanbrunmier Jul 16
The setting moon leaked silver into the languid sea
The sailor lay below in the murky deep
Far from the glimmering light
He who could fix any boat lay with those no one could heal
His parents Dee and Beep wept with sorrow
As did his wife Tina at the marina edge

But the day will come when white clouds and blue sky
Will kiss the sunlit sea and their dogs Brady and Otis
Will romp in the joyous surf with the sailor’s beloved Farley dog
And they’ll know the sailor and Farley will forever move with the ocean tide
And forever live in their hearts

A sailor can’t leave footprints in the sea
But Gary left his on the home shore of friends and family
All our lives are traced in water
But some are etched in loving memory
I wrote 1st time in 50 years for my friend Gary and for wife Tina, his parents Dee and Beep and even for Gary's departed dog Farley. Gary sadly died suddenly from unsuspected colon cancer stage IV at the age of 48. Gary was a merchant sailor and later tug boat engineer. He could fix anything afloat. © 4 years ago, Allan E Brunmier
Poetic Passion Apr 2018
I'm ready to shoot, hand me the pistol *** I'm ****** all the time
These issues are deeper than an Adam's apple so take a bite of Adam's apple, that was the world's first crime
I hid myself so much my sanity was the only thing the seeker couldn't find
I made contract for my life but the liability waiver was never signed
I'm lost in these thoughts undoubtedly trapped in my own mind
Just waiting for the stars and planets to become aligned
Since things naturally don't go right although a stitch in time saves nine
But its all like Amanda on drugs, that life's the only thing she couldn't Byne
I'm brain dead to reality you could call that a cerebral ******
I'm trying to bend the facts but I just keep saying "insert girder"
I tried to dance life away so I took lessons from Tina at Bob's Burger
But I still seem to be invisible in plain sight like telling you what the hell is a Berber
I'm just rambling out words to hide the old love in my eyes
Since I was stuck in the past searching for an ex-her-size
And if you looked into my eyes two months ago I could tell you I loved to despise
A relationship til I caught an angel with no lies or disguise
I always wondered what life would be like if both my grandfathers never died
I met one at his funeral and the other had a demolition dirby crash because the other guy didn't read the driver's hand guide
I'd give a lot to see them and what they were like they'd be the ones I confide
The feelings of my past pain and agony, let then know how I was trapped in the rough seas with high tide
I often believed my eyes drip dropped because every drop eye dripped was a waterfall of mental issues
If you thought Squidward was bad when he sang boys who cry then I'm gonna four ply for these eyes no other tissues
I used to take happiness for granted well at least that was my excuse
To stay in the darkness of my shadows because I couldn't even reach silver with my super sonic level of abuse
Corruption is nothing but a stain on my shirt and memory lane is just about an aisle down from my rebirth
I didn't think I could make it this far after being imprisoned behind the suicidal bars and my lack of self worth
I wasn't too fond of my father so I adopted father time and it was mother's nature to act like my mother earth
But sometimes I think this life being born was but a broken condomn that couldn't break the return the slab curse
Its been a while since I've had a depressing memory but thank GOD its still that way
I'm still trying to walk on my ten toes so I could tip toe through the Garden of Eden when its my time and day
But sin weighs me down and I live off of these unhealthy murderous thoughts and sometimes forget to pray
Good thing I'm still in my youth pushing it to the limit like Corbin Bleu would say
I have at least eight more lines left so let's keep the heat running at a ten
Watch what light enters your eyes because my fire could damage your retina and shatter your lens
Leaving you with distorted images like capturing Kodak, black and white pictures will be the new trend
If your not laughing yet take a sip of this aqueous humor, my boujee friend Mercedes thought her last name was Benz
There's little to go so try to read in between the lines of this mental battle
You're stuck playing with babies but I'm trying to hang with the snakes that rattle
This conversation is from me to you never look for a farmer who'll treat you like cattle
And if didn't you know I was the narrator, main character and second person so has your mind been dismantled?
#LetTheMindFlow #PutPenToPaper
But why Tina are you abandoning fat-pride for lesbian-pride? Can't
you keep both? No Stella, I need to be closer to ***** because they
are seldom fat, yet always proud of something. Tina you should ask
my brother what he thinks. He knows what goes on behind the bed-
room doors of Canada's most homicidal, obese lesbians. Alright, if
you are sure about your brother who looks positively normal to me.
Don't worry, he's not. He spreads crunchy peanut butter on plantain
sandwiches when smooth is available. He prefers ***** over wops.
That's good 'cause fat ***** can't make babies as good as thin ones.
****-lesbian marriages are violent, so be careful or you could die.
I didn't know you
But I could have - If I had tried
But bully PSAs and anti-suicide campaigns
Just don't work on teenagers
Who are barely making it through the day

I didn't know you
But could I have made a difference
If I had talked to you just once
Or told you how beautiful you were?
Would you have finally looked into the mirror
And saw that you were worth something?

I didn't know you
And when I found out
That a student had killed herself
I didn't know it was you at first either

But then a screenshot appeared
A face on a story with three simple words
'Rest easy Tina'

I cant say
How long it took
For your heart to stop beating
But I can tell you
How fast
Mine beat through the roof
When I saw your face on my screen

You were smiling
I'd never seen you smile before
I wonder if you would have smiled
At me
If I had just talked to you more
In class

It doesn't seem real
Does it?
A girl seen just yesterday that you wont see tomorrow

She wont be coming back

Your seat will sit empty
The desk of a dead girl
That no one dares sit in
But gradually they will forget
Eventually it will be filled
And the student who sits there
And laughs and talks
With her friends in class
Will never know of the girl who went too soon

The student who fills your desk
More than likely
Will be just like me
She will look at the girl
In the corner of the room
And she will think of the conversations
That she could have
With the pretty girl that hides behind her hair

But she will never speak to her
Too afraid to try
With a childish fear of rejection
That pinpricks her heart
She will not think
Nor will she know
About the stakes that are at risk

I hope that the girl who fills your seat
Takes a look at the girl
Who never speaks
And does not pacify her worry
With, "I'm sure she has friends"

I hope she chooses instead
To give that girl a pillow to land on
When her mental stability takes a swan dive
Or a shoulder to lean on
When life is trying to tear her down

I hope that the next kid
Who sits on their own
Day after day
And who talks to no one
Has someone sit down across from them
And strike up a conversation

About the weather
About a class they're in together
About how they noticed they were alone
About how they would like to be friends
About anything

It doesn't take much
To save a person hanging on by a thread

A small act of kindness
Can mean the world
To a person who feels
That their existence is crumbling

I didn't know you
And I will Never
Be sorry
Luz Hanaii Jan 31
“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.” Erol Ozan

2. “Don’t follow the path. Blaze the trail.” Jordan Belfort

3. “Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.” Theodore Roethke

4. “Does the walker choose the path or the path the walker?” Garth Nix
5. “No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. we ourselves must walk the path.” Buddha

6. “Just because my path is different doesn’t mean I’m lost.” Anonymous

7. “I make my own path.” Anonymous

8. “When the path reveals itself, follow it.” Cheryl Strayed

9. “You have to do what is right for you. No one walks in your shoes.” Anonymous
10. “Don’t compare your path with anybody else’s. Your path is unique to you.” Ram Dass

11. “If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.” Joseph Campbell

12. “Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” Henry David Thoreau

13. “Surrender to your path, forget about time or speed, and most importantly walk in joy.” Roxana Jones

14. “The obstacle in the path becomes the path. Never forget, within every obstacle is an opportunity to improve our condition.” Ryan Holiday
15. “Curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” Walt Disney

16. “There is not one path. There is not even the right path. there is only your path.” Anonymous

17. “Choose your own path, not the one others may want you to.” Anonymous

18. “I see my path but I don’t know where it leads, not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.” Anonymous

19. “Sometimes the right path is not the easiest one.” Pocahontas
20. “If you’re not excited about it, it’s not the right path.” Abraham Hicks

21. “Life is what you make it. Find your own path to fulfillment.” Anonymous

22. “Wisdom is knowing the right path to take. Integrity is taking it.” M.H. McKee

23. “Take the path where no one else dares to.” Tina Panossian

24. “Always follow the path of truth.” Chris Butler
25. “Today’s ‘best practices’ lead to dead ends; the best paths are new and untried.” Peter Thiel

26. “Do not be afraid to travel a new path; It may be the way to find what you’ve been looking for all along.” Anonymous

27. “Your path is beautiful and crooked and just as it should be.” Anonymous

28. “By choosing our path, we choose our destination.” Anonymous

29. “Follow your soul. It knows the way.” Anonymous
30. “Pay attention to the things you are naturally drawn to. They are often connected to your path, passion, and purpose in life. Have the courage to follow them.” Ruben Chavez

31. “Everyone has their own path. Walk yours with integrity and wish all others peace on their journey. When your paths merge, rejoice for their presence in your life. When the paths are separated, return to the wholeness of yourself, give thanks for the footprints left on your soul, and embrace the time to journey on your own.” Anonymous

32. “Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

33. “Happiness, success, excellence: They are not something you get for knowing the path; they are something you experience by walking it.” Dr. Steve Mataboli

34. “We must take time to define our own path. Too quickly we can find the world defining it for us.” Anonymous
35. “The path to success is to take massive, determined action.” Tony Robbins
I want to share with you this interesting
list of Paths.  I hope you enjoy it.
Lexii1602 Oct 2018
i should of never had it.
it almost ruined my life.
thank God for my second chance.
i dont deserve it.
i didnt earn it.
Girls i fought:
im not sorry for that.
The dude:
i regret me letting him do that.
i should have said no.
My dad:
i ******* love & miss you.
My 2nd big bro:
i love you so much and i cant wait to see you in 2 years.
My bestfriend:
i know i dont show it but i love you so much,
and i promise i'll learn how to show my emotions.
My mom:
im sorry for always ******* up.
i should of never did the **** i did.
'E' (some dude i aint sayin):
i cant keep letting you **** w me if you got a whole *** girl.
you finna get yo *** caught up.
dont blame that **** on me.
and if it to the point where i gotta fight yo *****,
i aint sorry bout it.
why the ******* disown me?
my faimly aint do **** to you.
how you finna do me like that?
i trusted you.
Tina (my 'aunt'):
you aint my family.
i dot give a **** how much you cry, telling me you sorry.
***** i aint dumb.
you do this every time.
you is fake.
you steal, lie, drunkie, **** i can write a whole book on what you are.
just stay the **** away from me.
My mom's dad:
i dont call you 'Grandpa.' bc you dont ******* deserve it!
you dont care about me, and all you want is our money?
**** outta here.
stay the **** out my life!
sorry for hurting you.

Some of My Confessions....
Tina's flag was clean because she was tidy & patriotic for her entire
life, even on picnics, even on life-support. Her uncle fought negroes
in Pittsburgh when he was a cop many years ago before tar-apes be-
came law-abiding and everybody loved him a lot. 13 years ago Tina
had an abortion that made her tiny Tina box off-puttingly ****** &
less lurid & torrid to Universal actors, even dead Butch and Buddy,
who died for the sins of Jesus or Mazda or some other fuddy-duddy
with a sticky wicket stuck up his Hershey highway exit because the
asphalt is thin & the ******-up roads in Centralia are hot & muddy.
Our orange wine bottles are brimming with white wine corked with
proper wine council of Ontario-approved-wine-bottle corks because
even the clinically-normal feline behavior of common house cats is
so utterly baffling to university animal behaviorists so as to compel
them to scratch their *****-stretched anuses with plastic salad forks.
I washed my pet goose Brutus in G.E.'s new H.E. washing machine
today. He drowned & his body was horribly mangled. I'll never buy
a G.E. product again. Their geese-laundering appliances hurt geese.
I want a romantic woman who has a mature sense of self-doubt & a
cruel, vengeful nature. She must be tall or bald with one extra *** to
attract attention. She must be incontinent with good fluid retention.
The totem pole that Lizzy Warren maintains in her back-40 licks it-
self surely for angels to spit wafers, **** Quakers & ****** fondue-
fakers. Cocked up on coke, Lizzy slung her silky ******* across the
railing as being easy when la luna was fooling was her only failing.
Listening to a pagan eating pizza on a ***** plate seems beyond any
fortune-told fate. It's a messy, month-old-menstrual discharge that is
the 1 that's the 1 that's late; the 1 pushy sac from a tamponade state.
My gimpy ****'s **** love makes him my too-true-blue love dove
mate, who would never keep me for long in a kennel or a dog crate,
or to lure a cheap-**** skate, or to depress my Portuguese fado fate.
I can see your scalp where hair used to be. It's shiny and **** like a
pig before a Humane Society-approved slaughter, like black Provo,
Utah Mormon cannibals baptizing Rosemary's 11-day-old daughter.
Quack ablation surgery of an acoustic schwannoma offed my sickly 81-year-old mother in '17, because allopathical quackery is morbid- ly obscene. American hospitals are filthier than the **** of Britain's
queen, entailing the ***** majora & her ****/**** patch in between.
6 ****** college graduates inched their way up the rubber path that
was erected 4 hours ago above the watery canal's penetrative wrath.
Mars Oct 2018
there is a certain beauty, an abundant kind of pleasure that comes with death
I know of the pain you went through, and I'll say your name until others know too.
You liked unicorns and rap music, dressing up all fancy with gaudy rings and gold necklaces and wet n wild lip gloss.
I know you were a practical joker. One time you smeared peanut butter on a pair of mom's underwear and showed it to her boyfriend. I can remember you snickering the whole way there.
I know it felt horrible to confide in someone who is supposed to protect you and have them do the opposite. you were only a little girl. I wish I could time travel, so I could come and hold you and run my fingers through your soft blonde hair.
Pregnant at 15. When I was 15, I was taking drivers training and learning how to come into my own. You had a child to think of before you even got a license to drive a vehicle.
I remember you getting into a fight with mom and her telling you that she was going to take all of your Christmas presents back.
If blood really is thicker than water, who was it that left you there in that crack house in Detroit?
we have our assumptions.
For someone who carried so much pain and **** things in their heart, you sure did spread so much love and light.
Christina, my sister.
Christina, grandma's favorite.
Christina, the girl gangster who wore a unicorn pullover.
I love you, and I'm happy that you don't have to put up with the pain this life brought you.
But I'd be lying if I said I'd rather have you there than here with me.

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