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A kabat- Kié ez a kabát?A kabat4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
- Tessék?
- Kié – ez – a kabát? Nem kéne itt lennie.
- Nem a tiéd?
- Nem igazán. Te szereted annyira a kabátokat
- Igen, de nem 35 fokos nyári hőségben.
- Akkor… nincs más választásunk, próbáljuk megfejteni a rejtélyt.
- Milyen rejtélyt?
- Hát, ez a kabát nem a miénk, és ilyen időben legfeljebb egy afrikai kisgyerek fázna.
- Egy afrikai kisgyerek?
- Igen. Nem tudom hogy vagy vele, de nem hiszem hogy egy átlagos közép-európai embernek olyan rossz lenne ez az
Pretty. ::Freakin:: Odd.Pretty. ::Freakin:: Odd.5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Pretty. Odd. is just like what it sounds like. Pretty. FREAKIN. Odd.
With the multiple singers, crazy lyrics, orchestra from Abby Studios, the insane guitars, the sweet drums, and the the perfect choir -- it's more than worth it to buy. Track by track, this band will amaze you with their sophmore album. Take a half an hour outta your life and go fight off the teenie-boppers to get the CD from your local record store. It's well worth it, believe me!
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Track by Track:
1)We're so Starving ~ The intro of the whole CD sums it all up with excelence. The simple lyrics and the guitar gives the perfect Beatles vibe fo
Simple AdorationSimple Adoration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish I could reach out and touch your delicious flesh
and lick the curve of your ear and worship your body as
a penitent follower of a creature made to be set high.
Take these broken wings of mine and send me soaring,
knowing our kind of happiness is measured out in miles.
Simple adoration, enfolded in the arms of a mortal god
across the universe of our daily lives and dreams.
His smile spreads lighting up his face in such a way
that invokes delight within all senses through my flesh;
begging with those eyes to pull me closer and closer.
The voice of an adonis quiets when those words--
only three little words, oh please love, love
siftahbodrum katında asmış kendini,siftah5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
eli boğazında kalmış.
üsküdar civarında belli ki,
bir pişmanlık yaşanmış.
sosyolojik tanımlar arıyorlar gidişine
annesi ölüm hakkından bi haber,
reddettim, diyor.
geceye hiçbir şey veremiyorsun annesi.
takas edilmiyor
kaybedildi uykular.
kendi gidenin arkasından,
dua da okumuyorlar.
For ValerieI'll cut this man upFor Valerie6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-- just for you,
no one else --
I'll slit him in two.
Right after I have sex,
after I fuck this man,
this walking dildo.
Quiet Solitude 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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'Love' in Three Steps - Part 1'Love' in Three Steps - Part 17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As I looked around me today I realized the world much resembled the cup of soda I had purchased for breakfast. It had two ice cubes floating on the top (each looking lonely by themselves although they were quite the pair) and every time I lifted it up to my lips, the bubbly fluid would flow over the ice cubes, and then slide back off.
I had no gloves on, only the steaming cup of carbonated beverage as my hand warmer. It's March, and the last snow piles melt away to give way to spring and its new blossoms. In my opinion, this is the real New Year.
But... as I was walking down the suburban streets, it suddenly came to me-- the melting of the
Visszanezel ram...Visszanezel ram...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Visszanézel rám…
Álmomban mindig ott kísértesz, mint egy árny. Tudom, hogy csak itt akarsz lenni, hogy nem akarsz egyedül lenni a Magánnyal, s én is ezt akarom, hogy ne légy egyedül, de nem tehetek semmit, két másik Világot senki sem tud összefesteni, még akkor sem, ha úgy minden jobb lenne. Ne légy mérges kérlek, én nem akartam elvenni ezt a helyet, tudom, hogy most Te aludnál itt helyettem, ha az a nap máshogy történt volna meg, Te lennél, én nem lennék, s talán minden máshogy lenne, jo
Life is Worth Living 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Fallen Angel3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Will die an arabA lot of people will denyWill die an arab8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I don't care and I will stand up high
for who am I,
and for what God chose me to be
I'll be the best I can be
Im proud to say I am an Arab with all its means
no matter what disrespect i might get
let them say savages barbarians or illiterates,
it doesn't matter to me
what matters the most is me
and how I treat thee
I treat people as individuals
Regardless their race color or religion
I am here for certain years
Never immortality
Then I'll disappear
To a world where only sins and deeds rule
The records are set ready for that day
You and I shall not prepare what to say
Who and what surroun
Hurt8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Young LoveYoung Love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love you more than words can say,
I feel it growing in my heart each and every day,
All this love i feel,
Has never felt so real,
You give me something no one has ever given me,
It's something you cannot see
Love so strong, and so true
It makes me think only of you
This wonderful feeling you have given me
Makes me want to be with you endlessely
I want you in my arms
It makes me feel so safe from harm
i love to look into your eyes
to look through your disguise
to feel your warm hands within mine
as our fingers gently became entwined
Phantom's Lullaby 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Temptation 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Hell's Kitchen 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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July 1972 6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Soul Sisters3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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DownfallDownfall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's n
Sta.sh
