Notice of Intent to StalkForm ITS1993(d)Notice of Intent to Stalk5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Notice of Intent to Stalk
Print or type name of Stalker: _____________________________
(known henceforth as STALKER)
Print or type name of person to be Stalked: __________________________
(known henceforth as STALKEE)
Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
I, STALKER, hereby declare Open Season upon you, STALKEE, and pursuant to OCPPCCA93 section 1, paragraph 5 intend to engage in the following activities (check all that apply):
[ ] Watch from afar
[ ] Watch from the bushes
[ ] Watch from the window/skylight
[ ] Hide in your closet
[ ] Fold myself under your computer desk
[ ] Gaze devotedly at your sleeping form
[ ] Collect hair samples while you sleep
[ ] Bake cookies in your kitchen while you're away
[ ] Chocolat
The Dead CallsThe Dead CallsThe Dead Calls6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He or it stood at the threshold
Knocking at the door
With the weight and power of a boxer
Until it almost broke
At last it swung open
The occupant gaped in his--its--direction
It declined to advance
[It hardly needed to]
But the other continued to retreat
Eventually he met the wall behind
A hairless death head face glared
A burning in its deep, sightless eyes
The other failed to rise
He saw at once all generations of his caller
All long dead
Then, it was his turn
Ed.: Entre la vida y la muerteEntre la vida y la muerte.Ed.: Entre la vida y la muerte4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
En los últimos días se está hablando mucho sobre la pena de muerte a raíz de la clara injusticia que se está cometiendo en Irán contra la vida de Shakine Mohammadí Ahstiani.
La verdad es que la pena de muerte es una de esas condenas que sirven para encubrir asesinatos en masa convirtiéndolos en muertes "legales".
Dijo Gandhi "Ojo por ojo y todo el mundo acabará ciego" y, señores, parece que esto es lo que está ocurriendo.
Los argumentos a favor de la pena de muerte son fácilmente rebatibles "Es la Ley de Dios", mentira; "Sirve como venganza para la familia de la víctima", el que busca venganza, cava dos tumbas; "Mantener a alguien preso cuesta dinero al estado", eso se solucionaría haciendo participar activamente a los presos en la cuestión de su subsistencia y en hacerles contribuir de algún modo a la sociedad; "Son peligrosos", existen otro tipo de condenas
Aperture ScienceAperture Science3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into the orange,
out of the blue.
Solving the tests,
nothing is new.
Outside is the past.
This air isn't real.
There is only light.
I don't know how night feels.
The world is a cage.
This I know.
She sits back and watches
how everything goes.
She promises freedom
and treats galore,
but I know the truth,
there's nothing beyond the door.
I sit and I wait,
the hours pass by.
And I finally realize
the cake is a lie.
Such Precious ThingsSuch Precious Things4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's light in your eyes on the night you first said "I love you",
The same light in your smile after the first time I kissed you.
Sometimes my heart feels that light too when you touch me,
And it is one of the most beautiful feelings there could ever be.
Now I often see the light in your eyes whenever you look at me,
The smile in your eyes when you talk about me,
The tears in your eyes when you miss me,
The beauty in your eyes when you are with me.
I can think all day about you being with me,
All the time about the love you have for me,
All the things in the world I'd give to be your only one,
All the little reasons I love you.
MusicI look outside only to see the raindrops danceMusic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The trees blow swiftly in the wind
And the leaves move like a ballerina in grace
I step outside and look to the sky
I embrace every droplet like it is my last
I listen to the beauty of the nature around me
The music to my ears is like freedom singing
I hear footsteps down the sidewalk and smile
Each little movement and each little step
All around no matter what the time of day
Everywhere I stand, no matter what the place
The music surrounds me and I long its embrace
Music is the center, the core of us all
All you have to do is listen, truly listen
Once you have embraced the music, you have embraced your soul
So take the musical journey, and your world will change forever
Oycontin FiendMy inspirationOycontin Fiend5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A burning sensation
These oxys are talking to me
Its like an invitation
A 90 minute vacation
A break from reality
I crush them up
Put the straw to my nose and suck
Up my nose and into my veins
Ripping apart whats left of my brain
I question my life as I stare at this knife
Have I been reduced to an empty body?
The only friends I have are the ones in system
Theyre gone in two minutes and I already miss them
As I sit here, cold and alone
I cant help but notice the qualities shown
A sociopath, pathological liar living in a shit-hole
Working long and hard hours to support my drug habit
Ive lost all control
Im devoid of a soul
Its ironic isnt it?
I worship the thing thats hurting me most
Now that I think about it, its kind of like self-mutilation
Or, as I like to refer to it as...
BodiesBodies7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Dear Professor ____,
I am an inmate here in a prison in ____ and I got your name from an engaging op-ed article of yours in the Times some weeks ago. I am writing to ask if you would please consider arranging a one year subscription to the Times for me.
I apologize if you find my request offensive but I enjoy literate material and feel the newspaper an excellent alternative to a college classroom. An inmate here in the facility has a subscription and once in a while an issue will trickle into my hands, which is how I came across your piece and the enclosed order form. I should add that I don't skim through the Times but spend a few hours reading almost everything in it the way I would were I on a deserted island and had nothing but the paper to read. Only drawback is that the paper engages time I'd otherwise spend reading literature and other books. Thomas Jefferson stopped reading newspapers so he could devote more time to books, and Thoreau makes an interestin
Creencias Roboticas¿Pueden los robots creer en Dios y rezarle?Creencias Roboticas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Me pregunto un día un actor
No lo sé le conteste
¿Pueden los robots creer en Dios y rezarle?
Me preguntaba una vez un robot
No lo sé fue mi respuesta
¿Pueden los robots creer en Dios y rezarle?
Me pregunto un día cualquiera un Dios
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
it's dark outside,and she thinks maybe she's only in love with the idea of being in love,it's dark outside,4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
but the boy's being distant, and the only thing the girl's good at is hiding behind a smile
(it's become such a part of her that maybe, just maybe, it's real.)
and it's selfish to want something bad to happen to her, just so she has an excuse to scream
Fuck my life
at the top of her lungs,
but whenever she tries the only sound she can hear is that of her own quiet sobbing.
It's dark outside, and my feet are cold,
and I got to sleep on time last night,
so why am i still so tired?
My Old Friend and ComradeMy Old Friend and Comrade3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17.
You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes.
You were beautiful.
You were perfect.
We overcame one obstacle after another.
Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear.
"You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time."
"The way you tumble through the air was beautiful."
"You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that."
I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers.
You were the friend I had been looking for in my life.
She asked me to burn you.
The cold, lifeless voice prodded and poked, like barbed thorns dragging and scraping through my mind.
She thought you could not speak. She thought I could disregard you. She thought you were silent.
But no. You were much more than just a partner. You were a comrade that had travelled with me since the start of the chamber.
You were a friend that cheered me on when I sat in fru
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Talkin Aint Walkin - BMC Remix" Talkin' Aint Walkin' (BMC Remix)" by the Bronze ManTalkin Aint Walkin - BMC Remix7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[ insert intro and chorus ]
Imma keep it brief
Dont make me bust them teeth
I collect them skulls
They callin' me the chief.
My name is Bronze Man
I'm anything but
3rd place when I rap
I'm platinum when I fuck.
Chains around my neck
But none around my wrist.
The illest free man walkin',
hear that I'm the shit.
Put it in ya ears
Bang it in the 'lot
This is the remix
Lets get it screwed and chopped.
Gimme that pen, I'll break the rules.
Gimme that cash, I got the tools.
Breakin' em off, I got the clues.
Open her jaws, I got the juice.
I got the moves
I got the proof
I got this fist in front of you
A gun or two?
Dont be scared, thats not what I am gonna do.
[ insert chorus ]
I'm runnin' thru the lab
Callin' up the girls,
there's somethin' you should know..
BMC is on the rise
Girl dont act surprised
We kickin' it up a notch, we will not flop
I ride until I die.
Killin' the beat with the rhymes I spit.