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Word Jazz: I AmMy heart is the sock, lost in the dryer, Banished to a hollow existance without yours, my match. My mind is the petal-less flower Ripping itself to shreds: "She loves me, she loves me not" My soul is the aluminum can Crushed by loneliness and only good for recycling. My voice is the magic-inked page Slowly fading as your eyes black-light dissipates I am the Alka Seltzer tablet Rapidly dissolving into the air around me.Word Jazz: I Am
by ~faux-intellect
Word Jazz: The Recent ElectionWord Jazz: The Recent ElectionWord Jazz: The Recent Election
In this time of triumph, remember trouble can be compounded; Old hatreds will be stirred, new loyalties may be founded. Previous generations will remain stuck in their ways, But i beg the youth to remember not so recent days. Oppression sent, anger felt time and time again. The question still remains: when, oh when will we calmly stand as one, stop the fight, refuse to run and declare loudly with one solid voice: Love peace and prosperity is our final choice.
by ~faux-intellect
Papa Carried Me Part IIIWe attacked. Bull-rush the village; Torch their thatched huts. The people screamed, plead and flea. But We attack all the same.Papa Carried Me Part III
We attacked. Round up all those worth recruiting; There aren't many to take. The boys wept, bargained and resisted. But We take them all the same.
We attacked. Chased after those fleeing. Found a father and son. The pair quieted, calmed and followed. But We pushed them all the same.
We marched. Our catch raised quite a fuss; Except that father carrying his son. The pair walked calmly throug
by ~faux-intellect
Papa Carried Me Part III carried him. Away from the flames and fires; Away from the death they brought. The rebels tortured, screamed and burned, but I carried him away from all that.Papa Carried Me Part II
I carried him. Into the dark, dank cave; Into the calming quiet. The rebels ran, pursued and swore, but I carried him away from all that.
I carried him. as he shivered in the wet cave; As he whimpered and cried. The rebels calmed, searched and found, but I carried him through all that.
I carried him. Amid the screaming and moans; amid the cursing rebels and crying
by ~faux-intellect
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MusclesShe looked different, and I looked the same. Her cheeks were thinner, like she’d been stretched on foreign food or a different ratio of calories per air molecule. The wind had made her hair longer, and it smelled salty. Her skin was still soft, but I was terrified of touching her, like she would tear at a corner like a paper doll. She didn’t look real. Her eyes were wells dug under the skies of Michelangelo, and her lips were swollen with secrets whispered through the cracks of the Berlin wall.Muscles
Her calves looked leaner, the result of taking thousands of more steps than she usually did. I knew where her feet had taken h
by *FriedPickles
Charade Parades.Are you Dutch? No. Swedish? Not a chance. Spain, then. Ireland? England? Germany. No, no, no, and no. But you’re not French. You are correct, I’m not French.Charade Parades.
This was an easy game to play. I played it straight. Everyday I had a million offers to redefine myself. It would be so easy to lie, but I didn’t. Exasperated by this enigmatic figure, where are you from then? The United States.
It sounds too proud to say American, even outside of English.
Ah no, it is impossible, I did not realize that Americans were so beautiful. You must stay in France and make it more beautiful also.
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"I'm a dog chasing cars.
I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught one.
I just DO things.
I'm a wrench in the gears.
I HATE plans."
-The Joker-
XXX.]…My cousins are Pirates.
Beat that..
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XXX.
"I'm a dog chasing cars.
I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught one.
I just DO things.
I'm a wrench in the gears.
I HATE plans."
-The Joker-
XXX.]…My cousins are Pirates.
Beat that..
(I vote we just keep going back and forth until someone finally gives up)
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Sounds good.
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XXX.
"Never fall asleep....
You won’t wake up.
Destroy the guillotine,
Before he does.."
XXX.]…My cousins are Pirates.
Beat that..
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