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PipebombI don't alwaysPipebomb in Free Verse More Like This
sit down
when I recite poetry...
But when I do,
I'm dropping
pipebombs.
You see this,
Mr. Mission Impossible?
For some people,
this is just a microphone.
Nothing more, nothing less.
A device used to make you sound loud.
In few hands,
This is a pipebomb
A weapon of truth,
An orator of raw emotion.
Dropping pipebombs
loaded with your
poetry and rhetoric
will radiate areas in range.
This could be used as
an antidote
or as a poison.
It solely depends
on how you use it.
With that said,
there's a lot
I would like to
get out of
my chest.
First and foremost,
Mr. Mission Impossible:
Although I di
Writer, Keep WritingWriter, keep writing.Writer, Keep Writing in Free Verse More Like This
Place that pencil
on the page.
Place that finger
on the keyboard.
Place that crayon
on the wall.
Make love
to the surface;
you're formulating
artistic offspring.
Writer keep writing.
Tell us your pain.
Tell us your joy.
Tell us everything.
Express yourself
without censorship -
fuck censorship.
Tell it like it is.
Writer, keep writing.
Watch your pencil
become a paintbrush,
painting images for our
minds to digest.
Watch that paintbrush
become a magic wand.
Writing then becomes
MAGIC - writing is power.
This art can mend
a broken heart.
It can restitch
sanity.
Hungry minds
and starving ears
will take in
your work an
Shanghai SyndromeI'm bound toShanghai Syndrome in Free Verse More Like This
a bed of death
and a wall of pain.
The darkness
mocks my fear,
so I laugh back.
Sharp objects
targeted at me
miss by mere
millimeters.
The reflection
of gleaming metal
dance through
the pitch dark
towards me.
I see them,
but I simply
sit there,
restrained,
as sharper tongues
pierce my ears.
As the barking
of what sounds
like angry Mandarin,
I bark back:
"Why am I here?"
"What did I do to you?"
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"I will not partake in your
thrift clothing scheme!"
There's an
elderly woman
from Shanghai,
hiding in her
bamboo closet,
who orchestrated
this devilish
harmony of
Learning JapaneseHey everyone,Learning Japanese in Personal More Like This
im learning japanese except im only a beginner right now and im having troubles... I dont really know where to start... if anyone can tell me how they started it would be such a big help for me and if anyone can give me some advice or tips that would be very helpful too. thank you!
Don't Dwell on The Sorrows in Life...It's so strange how one day in your life you meet a total stranger, get to know them, maybe become close friends, and eventually maybe even end up together. This person who was once non existent in your life, becomes one of the most important things to you. They become one of the reasons you smile, one of the reasons you cry, one of the reasons you get angry, one of the reasons you laugh but most of all, one of the reasons you're happy.Don't Dwell on The Sorrows in Life... in Personal More Like This
Each has their own definition of love. Love can never really be defined with a single general statement, it has to be felt. It has to be acknowledged that it is in fact one of the greatest feelings a person can ever experience and share with another.
The most hurtful part about life is that some day everything ends; we say goodbye to loved ones, lose friendships, or even lose ourselves. Even though things may seem so dull, hopeless, depressing, difficult, complicated, hurtful, exhausting, horrible, ridiculous, never ending, or blank sometimes, there is
Who's That Girl...?"How come no one ever asks me how I am doing?" she said.Who's That Girl...? in Personal More Like This
There was no answer, just a blank stare filled with absolutely no emotion. How was it that no one ever asked the one girl who cared for everyone else so much; how SHE was doing? She had never thought of it until a few moments prior, when she realized that her mind was running out of space to pack away all her own fears and emotions - unknown to the people around her.
Her heart was swollen and her mind was heavy. She had carried the weight of the world on her shoulders for so long; never complaining against it. She felt that it was her duty to care for those around her, her duty to put them before herself! She had all the answers to everyone's questions, but when it came to her own, she didn't know A - Z. Why, she'd ask herself. Why was it so hard to deal with herself?
Truly, all she wanted was someone else's shoulder to cry on, someone to be there just as she was for everyone else. She was needy, just as much as everyone else. Sh
In A Dream, Something's Real..... The scariest part was having to awake from such a perfect dream; that frozen moment in time where two people come together to complete each other in the most unearthly manner; a moment when not even the most powerful deity could banish such passion and love. I wasn't sure that you were real. I wasn't sure... I wasn't sure that such a desire could exist, but then I felt your warmth, your touch and I knew that no dream - however magnificent, could ever compare to the real you, body and soul however tangible it may be.In A Dream, Something's Real.. in Personal More Like This
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