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To the One I'll Never KnowYou were never meant for this world, you know.To the One I'll Never Know8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Created in violence, you grew in shame,
Fear
and worst of all, HATE.
I didn't want you, did you know that?
You had to have. I told you every day.
"I can't have you. I love you, but no one would want us. It's better this way."
I was horrible, but what could I do?
16 and afraid, alone, ashamed.
How could I tell my mom? My boyfriend? My friends?
A cataclysmic chain of events was set off that Thursday night
Your life would have reeked of sordid tales
Your presence reminding me every day of what happened.
I knew what ha
3 veces 3 Portada2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Zapata and His ChildrenZapata and His Children9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a war from long ago
And it has just begun
With the morning mist
When you lusted their land
When you first saw them
You drove the from their farms
Like cattle to a Slaughter
You raped their
Culture,
Land,
And People
For Five hundred years
The woman next to me
Hidden beneath her ski mask
And red bandana
An M-1 slung around her shoulder
Will cry bullets and blood
For her dead children
With the Flood they came
Down from the mountains
They are the last
The last will of the Compeneros
Through the Marketplace
They marched
Onward through the Neighborhoods
The World's eye captured at last
Here's the Tet offensive in
-J-There is no blossom as J.'s smiles;-J-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Starting in the silent kiss of our night
When the Moon is high and i the simple knight
And nothing but the leaves outside, to play the miles....
By the morning of her hands are blessed my kisses
And so dies, by the shape of her neck, peices by peices
Like little diamonds the breathing of a thousand souvenir
As she calls me back from her, and then, pulls me near...
Surely, i won't hold that love for longer than a breathing
Or keep that cold feeling, embrassing my sliding, fading soul
i' ll just stand for that selfish smile, when she has to warmly fall
Alone, someplace full of graces and pleasure s
Why Do We Hate? We are all unique-more so than we think. Samuel Conway went to both a college of higher education, then Dartmouth afterwords. Along with that, he's the CEO and a chairman of Anthrocon-why some may call him a freak. This man, the genius who's donated over five-digits worth of dollars to charity who expresses kindness, sincerity, acceptance on a daily basis more than most, is hated over his own personal likings-the Furry Fandom.Why Do We Hate?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
During my childhood I grew up hated-loathed even. Never having many friends, I was perceived as a weird kid for many reasons. Today, as I play both Football and Wrestling whilst being on the ho
TOAST SONGTOASTTOAST SONG6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Walking down the corner of Cherry Street,
I look in a window and what do I meet?
Out of a toaster comes some food,
Oh, WOW! Its Toast, now that looks good!
YEAH TOAST!!!! YEAH TOAST!!!!
Now I’m talking to my friends and I have to say,
Toast ain't bad, no how, no way
Now I don't want to brag and I don't want to boast,
All I gotta say is I like toast
YEAH TOAST!!!! YEAH TOAST!!!!
Now makin' toast doesn't take a big brain,
Put it in the toaster and its all the same,
Spread a little butter, squeeze a little lime,
Get out the jelly, ITS TOASTING TIME!!
YEAH TOAST!!!! YEAH TOAST!!!!
Now there's no secret to toast in perfe
- Photographic ParadoX -- Photographic ParadoX -2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality
Comforted behind
unknown barriers.
The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.
My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
unwanted outcome.
An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon
Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.
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
Askatasunera3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Foreverthere's a certainForever3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
truth,
about
forever,
that life will
never
go on
forever,
that you will never
love him,
forever,
but it is only
a mirrored ill
Understanding GraffitiUnderstanding Graffiti7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Understanding Graffiti: Learn To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb
An essay by Benjamin Alldridge
Choke train buffers like a head-locked Ed Koch
Nurture the craft of concrete visionaries
Cave painters screaming "Loosen the cuffs!"
Cave paintings get the natural history feather dust
Pick a lust.
Aesop Rock really says it best with those lyrics right there, and sums up the general mentality of society towards the Graffiti community as a whole. Throughout this article we'll investigate why that is, and even more importantly to the population at large, ways to try and make its existence as pleasant as possible. After all, art will always hav
A TF2 Night before ChristmasA TF2 Night before Christmas3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A TF2 Night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, with a beautiful sky
No one was scurrying in base, not even Spy.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hope that new weapons would soon be there
The team was nestled all snug in their beds
While Sniper had dreams of blowing of heads
And Scout's mom cleaning everyone's hats
Thinking the first time Scout got his bat
When out on the field arose such a clatter
Soldier sprang from his bed to what's the matter
Outside the window there was a bright flash
That burned down the shutters and singed his new sash
The fire had melted the fresh fallen snow
So Soldier s
InsomniaInsomniaInsomnia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What’s God’s biggest boon to mankind? ”
What is your answer, dear friend?
If you ask me to answer, I will say:
It’s nothing but sleep…Deep sleep…
Blessed are those who can sleep
Irrespective of perils, places and
Strange situations…
Sleep makes you refresh
Every day is a rebirth
Fills your mind with
Beautiful dreams!
If it horrifies you,
Change your attitude
Towards the world…
Sleep…beautiful sleep makes you
Pleasant every-moment of the day...
When are you going to bless me again?
That is the question I ask.
Family Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit MoreFamily Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit More1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Al's POV:
"It all started here." Ed explained; the ruins of our old house in front of us. "There was the main room, our room, the kitchen, the basement, the memories; it sure does bring me back." Ed let out a small laugh, walking across where every room roughly was.
"I'm surprised there's still some ashes left and that they all haven't been blow away." I chuckled, scratching the back of my head; glass shattering from underneath Ed's left foot as he tread forward a step. Brother straight away peered down at the floor where the noise had come from. He crouched down and digged in the pile of rubble, he was standing on and pulled out a dusty cr
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20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
Sta.sh
