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Who Said Cleaning Wasn't Fun? Mari crept stealthily along the hallway, like a burglar escaping with precious jewels. She was avoiding her friend Riku, who was trying to make her do something horrible. A.K.A: Chores. What kind of friend would make her do something she hated so much? A bad one, that’s what!Who Said Cleaning Wasn't Fun?4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mari spotted the front door that led to her freedom. Grinning triumphantly, she was almost out of the house but something stopped her right before she ran out of the door. Mari looked down at her arm, and saw a hand gripped around it. Unfortunately for her, that hand was attached to an a
fishI woke up this morningfish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding
and with a large fish in my stomach.
the fish is perhaps a mackerel.
with all my short breathes
it squirms once,
kicks
flips it fins a few times
opens and closes its mouth,
gasping for air and
non-existent amniotic fluids.
it hurts. I'm allergic to seafood.
I swallow pills
and sit very still
and hope quietly that this
fish
will go away.
it takes a week, and I bleed the entire time
while sheorhee slits my intestines
stomach
uterus
tubes
cervix
all that stuff.
the fish makes me clean up the mess.
we get cozy in my computer chair
where I talk to it for awhile
complaining about how it isn
fish iioh you fucking fishfish ii2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are you even aware of the ache you press upon me?
i am not atlas
i was not built to be atlas
nor i am of an Xish and Yish carnation:
i was never meant to be god.
stop putting me on this pedestal
do not make me carry the weight of the dead and dear
dead ends are for streets and I
am not a road, but a girl, and
you are not worth it, mackeral,
and you never have been
not for ten twenty million seconds
not for all the moonlight in your eyes in the
world
no sir, not at all.
(yet i
i am still sitting here, hiding between
parenthesis that keep me warm.
wondering:
why do
you keep
eating me
alive)
The RabbitWandering through the woods am IThe Rabbit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A silhouette against a violet sky
Red stars twinkle amoung inky clouds.
A stirring, a quaking, a shiver of leaves.
The movement of bushes frightens me.
I fear for my life, for I don't know--
One moment of peace turns to a horror show.
But look! I had no reason to be scared!
Out from the bushes hops a baby hare!
"Oh Mr. Rabbit!" I gasped in relief-
"It's only you, oh, you frightened me!"
Shocked was I at what next I did see,
For the small baby rabbit stood tall on hind feet!
Things were going quite strangely at this rate,
For I thought I was mad when he uttered "I'm late!"
I froze in my steps as
reciting shakespeare backwardsi can't think about what i do at nightreciting shakespeare backwards2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for i am a small god, leading a colony
in my anatomy
and the nuclear oceanic
prehistoric, unprecedented explosion
left by other gods
torments me
sweetly.
i have to keep myself in a cage
and lock my own floodgates
wage war, hamlet, try me
i'll sit shivering in my chair
and i'll let you win.
kill peacocks on sight.the taste of such a bitter paintkill peacocks on sight.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plaquing against a pretty smile
i cannot show myself to the light of day, no,
cannot leave an accustomed shadow
had i valued my birds, i would have known
the dissenting value in clipping feathers
embraced a crow, a dove, a jay, a hawk; forgetting
i let the peacock roam wild
leashless, a masterpiece taken by thieves
with no true home
but sitting with them in a cage, now, i see
tasteless truth:
it wanted it that way.
who does a bird go to
when its nest is taken for study?
there are no eggs to hatch
no gale to tame
a lack of song to give?
the swan, she just
lays in the lake and
cannibalizes.
my best friend hates me1.my best friend hates me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
god put seeds in my hair to let the thorns grow
never hurting my padded fingers, only the ones of those
who touch it
i am blessed with the ignorance of the passage of time
burying secrets about how much i miss you in the garden
hoping none take root
i want them gone
2.
you're a haunted portrait, love
and your painter is long dead
you have every reason to be an athiest
and i understand that now
1.
i still fall asleep praying
and that says a lot about me
more than a glance
or a poem could
3.
finally, in the bathroom, touching my hair and skin
i remember that we're all going to die one day
and make tea
The Mailman's Song Review .44The Mailman's Song Review .442 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
McLusky - Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues
From the album McLusky Do Dallas
The Mailman's review:
This song s sort of funny I guess, in a "we are conditioned to think loudly-screamed ironic pop-culture references are funny" sort of way, which realy isn't funny at all. I imagine this band plays with a lot of energy, which can be a good thing (when it is someone else's gear)I guess my main problem with this song is that I probably wouldn't like the singer if I knew him in real life. He just sounds like an attention starved egomaniac who is probably sexually more attractive than me. Because of this, I would probably want to knee him in the ball
War - SongIntro:War - Song2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Driving trough this town,
seen it all before,
a dirty kid,
a violent dad,
a heart broken whore,
broken inside, cuz she can't take anymore,
she got no reason to live, life is a open war,
Verse 1:
Another kid, without a single chum,
just waiting for whatever may come.
no other option in this slum,
it ether gansta, druggy or bum,
they know nothing else to become,
Chorus:
Nothing but misery,
gun's playing symphony,
gang war is taking place,
explosion's is playing bass,
nobody wanna make a change,
so now it's just a war by hate,
just everybody fighting not to end up at heaven's gate,
Another guy with open sore*,
knock
Ode to Math HomeworkI hate you.Ode to Math Homework3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trade MarkOnce upon on earthTrade Mark3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the time came to fly.
No bird can do the job.
Humans must make it on their own.
Standing at the edge of chaos,
hoping for their dreams.
They have remained silent
inside the corpse that they live in.
They should know
they are only living to die
and dying to leave their trade mark.
This is the very last time
to make their own way.
That would make them unique
inside out waiting for it to work.
One day the others
will realize the beauty
on their own trade mark.
Nuestra Misma EstacionNuestra Misma Estacion3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hace unas semanas comencé a pensar que el mundo estaba celoso de nosotros, tanta felicidad no puede residir en solo dos personas. Por esto no puedo acompañarte a donde estés. Sin importar lo que pasara tú siempre estabas ahí. Aun recuerdo cuando tu cuerpo perdió mi vista, ya no logre sentir tu gentileza. ¿Cómo pudiste perdonarme después de todo lo que te hice pasar? Tomare este momento para recordar cuando estabas a mi lado tal vez así logre reponer todo lo que te hice perder.
En mi memoria es eterno tu recuerdo, el día en que todo se derrumbo tú te mantuviste un caballero, el ama
Shooting StarThey say the star has fallenShooting Star2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and is now so far away
I say the star is shooting
showing us the way
Modlitwa autobusowa bisdaj Ojcze NaszModlitwa autobusowa bis4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by dziś dojechał na czas
by zatrzymał się
na przystanku na żądanie
na moje zawołanie
skaczę przez płot
mój bieg i w drzwi łomot
by otworzył je
by zabrał mnie tym razem
i zrobił to tak jak chcę
tu nie o czas
chodzi lecz o wyczucie szans
myślę - dobiegnę
gdzie nie ma mnie się dostanę
i z nim zabiorę się
potrzeba sił
psychicznej odporności
by będąc młodym
wytrzymać starych spojrzenia
i ich z
nie bede aniolem"pamiętaj nigdy nie będziesz aniołem"nie bede aniolem5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
nie będę aniołem
nie jestem w stanie
podać dziś siebie Panu na śniadanie
dlatego Pan Swym Ciałem karmi mnie
zawsze- gdy jest dobrze i gdy jest mi źle
tak bardzo potrzebuję Bożej pomocy
abym nie upadł, ni w dzień ni w nocy
a kiedy upadnę On podnosi mnie
wtedy nie wszystko wychodzi źle
ja dobrze wiem, że idąc tą drogą
którą nie wszyscy podążyć mogą
idę pod prąd i to cieszy mnie
bo chcę w swym życiu wyrażać siebie
27-09-2008
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