i'm backmy biggest problem is i'm pretty well set. i no longer feel the things that inspired me to write in the first place. i feel like i'm out of subject.
For MarcosSold! To the highest bidder corporate board The social domination starts early in maternity wards This place is charmed by money and nuclear incantations. Read the only printable book, the Biblical Wealth of NationsFor Marcos
Third-world capitalovampires suck the green right out of the trees Global warming tsunamis knock them right back on their knees Evil empire terrorists battle battered homeless legions They’re flooding across borders like mud in monsoon seasons.
Forward deployment for your enjoyment! Making the world safe for outsourced employment Carpet bombs over Baghdad, d
The ViewHe'd burn the Mona Lisa just to have her smile. He'd smash David just to have his sling. He'd give up the brush for happiness.The View
If it's his choice, no pain or no beauty, the world will be uglier than earwax and methadone. "It is better to paint with a palette of contentment than love or hatred, peace or war," he said over a cup of grey tea. He balled up his red napkin, wiped his hands of white cream, and threw it in the black garbage bag in the blue bin. Back turned to the colors of the kitchen, he immersed himself in the grey of his canvas.
scornWith lips jagged like the edges of an axe wound,scorn
he checks his next appointment with his hairstylist, even though he should never go back to that thirty-dollar dye butcher. The line between black and blond is much clearer than his arrogance. his bleach-blond hair like a faux-fashionable emo yamaka His big-buttoned brown suit like the scab on your big toe from the blister you popped. His thin-rimmed glasses with lenses of disdain, a window to the pompousness thinly veiling quivering isolation. I scorn therefore I am.
shit luckWith my stomach growling hungry, I stepped up to the sweets machine. Down in the hole next to it layshit luck
A tiny mouse stuck to a trap,
a diabolical machine, there to snare rogue bugs and insects. Tail stuck in sticky quicksand, On its side, such terrible luck I grabbed a pen and tried to help But it fought back and squealed its last breath. Voices of murder from all sides All I could see were humans in the same space.
All is spoken ofEach and everyday the itch in my veins grow stronger,All is spoken of
the more I am affected the more I can't hold on to any longer.
Every breath is like a second from a ticking clock, A slight burst will give you a definite shock.
All is spoken of, pretty much in the same manner, you have to comprehend, I really don't care about this chatter.
It goes in one ear and I force it out of the other, I don't want to hear it anymore, just go and cry to your mother.
My blood is boiling from within the burden you made me carry, and the one thing you should really be is wary. &nbs
i haven't felt very poetic in a very long time, but i'm doing my best to attempt to write again. i've got some stuff i scribble every now and again that i'll upload for criticism.
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Some things are worth the effort.
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Not much matters............................in the end.
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Ok, let's go!
(This is the lil' Myers by the way)
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K: Ow...I think I have a cavity.
E: Well... if you'd brush your teeth once and awhile...
K: What?! I have soft enamel!!
E: That's like the dental equivalent of "I've got big bones."
J: She just called your teeth fat!
Thanks for the watch and the fave, i promise i'll be back to critique you when i catch up with a few things, if there's anything specific you'd like me to look at drop a few links on my page.
:: Toni
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You may see a silly fop & a worshipful justice, a griping rook & a grave citizen, a worthy lawyer & an errant pickpocket, a reverend non-conformist & a canting mountebank, all blended together to compose a medley of impertinence -- at the *Coffeehouse
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