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The reason I loved to write is that there were no rules. I was able to write whatever I wanted because it was just for my own enjoyment. But as I grew up, my love for writing slowly faded.
Maybe it's because I’m not as creative as I was in elementary school, or that all the rules of grammar are ruining it for me. All I know is that it’s not something that makes me happy anymore. When I write, I make it sound like someone is going to grade it afterwards, or that I am going to end up publishing it. All the grammar corrections and yellow underlines that fill my paper, telling me this is wrong, or that this must be changed.
The reason why I hated math is that it was only rules. There were right and wrong answers. Every single detail matters when solving a problem. In English, I can talk about an idea that some people might disagree with in my essay and still get an A. There are never any right or wrong opinions, unless it is actually wrong.
Writing can only express things so much; there are many things in life that you can’t describe in words, like feelings, for example. I’m only sixteen, yet I feel like I’ve been living for much longer.
I’m not claiming that I am as wise as a 70-year-old, or as lost as someone in their 20s, but I’d say I’ve seen things that make me understand life a little more.
I don't talk much, so I think all the time. People’s thoughts are what they can’t say out loud.
I know this because I do it every day. For all the times I wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
When my mom asks me why I am lying on the living room floor, all I wanted was for her to ask me if I was okay. When my dad raises his voice at my mom, I want to tell him that whenever he yells, I become the 6 year old that sat at the top of the staircase, waiting for my mom to come up and tell me everything was okay.
As each day goes by, I say less and less. It has become too tiring to even say words out of my mouth. I agree with everything, so I don't have to argue, so that I don’t have to explain anything.
I feel like I’m always hinting that I’m not okay, but no one notices, or at least they don't want to notice. I get upset at others for not understanding how I feel when I don’t ever open up to people. I feel selfish for wanting someone to care for me with everything going on in their own lives.
This all started when I lost my desire to write.
Come on your coming with me i'm going to take you on a trip
Filled with ecstasy!
I'm not going to stop till I hear you scream!
You'll be on your knees begging for me,
I'm the one who can fulfill all your dreams and fantasy's,
When i'm done you'll never want to leave,
I'm your destiny.
I'll give you pleasures you've never felt before!!!
I'll leave you wanting and begging for more!!!
From your head to your toe's,
Your body i will explore,
I'll make you feel way's you've never felt before!!!
I'll have you begging for more,
So come here,
Closer to me,
Shut and lock the door because,
Tonight i'm fulfilling all your fantasy's.
I'm your destiny,
I'm a goddess on my knee's,
You will reach a point of ecstasy,
Sex with me is all you will ever want and need!!!
I'll sex you in so many, many way's
Your body is mine tonight for the taking,
When i'm done you'll never think or feel the same,
I'll **** you in so many, many, many way's,
Sex with me is all you'll ever need!!!
I'll have you screaming out my name.
If I shall be given another life, another attempt in this world
I pray to the God of all beings to allow me to be the perfect girl
The one who would be a product of everyone's approval
The one who would believe this world to be the one real
The one who would be socially civil
The one who would not have any inner demons to kill
The one who would be both bold and awesome
As to be not scared to accept that this world is her kingdom
Why, in another time, shall I be given the chance to
I would not hurt anyone who does be to me true
I would make sure I do please my parents
I would make sure I do give them no torments
I would make sure to pass in tests
I would make sure to make everyone feel blessed
From my friends, to my teachers, to my enemies even
Everyone, the world itself, would see me as having a soul, so golden
Why, a broken being is what I do be in this time
A broken being who does find peace in making a rhyme
A rhyme about love, a rhyme about the futile life
A rhyme about the need for inner strength
A rhyme about going on till the end of life, walking its paths
As one so careful, so cautious, but as one who does want live her dreams
A rhyme about wanting to let out shrilling screams
For in this time, in this life, I do be the world's greatest misfit
In another time, I would cater not to my individuality
In another time, I would instead be as everyone does will me to be
In another time, yes, in another time, when I shall be given another chance
Another chance to savor this world's mysterious fragrance!
A little tale about the real me
twisted all inside as can be
the visions of the end
is all i see
F.T.W. setting my self free
waking up with the thought
i survived.
"SURVIVED!" another dream
holding my head under water
no one can hear my screams
cursing each and everyone
for this demon has won
taking over my soul
ripping out all my sanity
reliving over and over
the day i took my own life
my own hell is more than an element of a dream
slicing my most deepest vain, with the dullest knife
a fear so dark lashing out a terrorized scream
reality, to sanity, losing my main brain
a deep dark fear lurking, red blood stain
creeping up a MOSH caught in the way
F.T.W. we are all to blame
inside I dread the day of my rebirth
shout my guts into space for I have faced
to slow down the beast with a potent power of radiation
a frame out demon skinning the philosophy you once new
an evil more than vile, a poison worst than sin
motivating his way in to my voyage of my on tormented life
a DEMON dust from Neptune possessing me its rings
never to think in my wildest observation
I would encounter my own depths of a zero pointless energy
giving to my by the lighted gravity of humane
restricted on the eyes, for the ones who do not wish to see
a trance faster than the speed of light
ending myself to a forever night
fighting with them who reject to see a demon so twisted
dropped from the cosmos of realistic
no one wanting to acknowledge the relativistic way
that time travel out*** and Demons travel in***
lost forever in this rotten being
making me shout out loud to he
who knows my name
dealing with the devils Darkest Poet
in a Dark Poets game
-contest-
just a dream soupppppers lol. : )
I cannot forget- my love, the first time I saw you, and
cupid pulled his bow as you held my hand,
my heart was pulsating and butterflies twirling flew,
and I loved you . . .
Your voice, your face,
those strands of hair that fell out of place,
your words, your laugh,
your height, tall as a giraffe!
Even our silences are beautiful and charming!
This love leaves me breathless and wanting, so darling
today, tomorrow, forever will you be my Valentine,
and ever, ever will this love twine . . . .
___________________________
January 4, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Cupid Pulls Back The Bow
Copyright Protected, ID 17-863-241-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Cupid, Pulls Back The Bow!
sponsor, Mystic Rose
Second Place
Call me mad if you must
But please first hear me out
I just got back from the Cryogenics lab
And guess who's head I picked from the crowd
If your thinking Jimmy Hoffa
No, he's somewhere deep asleep in concrete
I grabbed someone much more spectacular
I grabbed the frozen head of Walt Disney
You see years ago he had himself chilled
At least that which contains the brain
The useless part they put in a casket
And far be it for me to dig up a grave
I've now got Walt packed on ice in a cooler
It wouldn't do to have his head melt
What kind of operation do you think I'm running here
Some kind of Mickey Mouse?
First on my agenda find Mr. Disney a body
One that won't give out on him too soon
Cause once we thaw out Walt and he starts to talk
There's no telling what he'll want to do
So I let my fingers do the walking
Here's something interesting...Bodies By Jake
I just hope we find Jakes place in time
Before the ice melts and we are to late...
...talk about false advertisement!
Jake the snake didn't sell bodies at all
Walt and I are more than a little disturbed
There really should be some sort of law
Guess I should have thought this all over
Long before I thought of it now
So as a special treat I thought Mr. Disney and me
Could go see his "World", so we headed South
Standing in line to purchase tickets
The cooler shakes when Walt hears the prices by chance
No need to tell you that if he had lower extremities
He would crap them if he wore any pants
We decided to do something a little cheaper
And with a Disney movie just out today
It was kind of hard to follow along though
When all you could hear was his body spinning in the grave, miles away
Guess it's to early to try and bring back Walt Disney
Maybe one day I can try it again
But before we leave for the trip back home
We stop at the concession for diet soda and Jr. mints
Once we got back to the Cryogenics lab
They're looking for me so over the fence I let the head fly
No need to worry, one of the guard dogs grabbed it
And I'm sure drug it right back inside
I hear that the Disney Corporation, after reading this have gathered together their top notch lawyers and are wanting to set up a meeting...
I'm thinking they're going to offer me a movie deal! Wish me luck!
I'm thinking Leonardo DiCaprio could play Walt...
it comes a time in the course of human togetherness
to examine trust and devote one's endeavors
to the success of being.
we as people under the moniker " IN GOD WE TRUST"
are endowed with the awesome responsibility of human need
and the establishment of the human family.
People being people, needing and wanting love.
giving words to those who don't have words.
I stand before you as person
who thinks that rewording certain areas of our togethership
will not do to fix the problems ahead of us.
So, as of right now, we are redefining the area of construction, to bring about a change in the way we behave and allow others to
behave.
It comes to be defined : for the purpose of many
to seek refuge from those storms that divide us.
each script defined in it's purpose
in sight of all willing to take part.
the new way to see love and be loved.
we then are lovers who inspire others to love,
that we two might seek being loved, and defined as his or hers.
Gavotte Minuet:
Most of the night
we shared several
moments together
most of the night
she and I together
the night doesn't end
until the morning comes
you know where
I'm coming from
we danced to the wrong song
Sappy Sweet
love infused passon'd
styled with modern tones
with an Ole style
fashion
had us groovin around
acting like lovers
we discovered
what we discovered
there was times
when I was in doubt
I withdrew to be
suduced back into
wanting and needing
ooh-----------I say ooh!
ooh we-----------ooh-ooh ah ooh!
got me dancing
like I'm in love again
it aint you
maybe it's the song there playing
you know what I'm saying
got us dancing
grooving and moving
laid up in your arms
you all over me
ooh--- what else can it be
ostinato he said it again
talking about love
Baby we just freinds
a greater understanding here
think you know we love this song
rubbin you
you rubbin me
us together
everyone can see
something specail here
feel in love
from a love song
Come Back to Sorrentio
ave ah amore'
Come back to Sorentenio
ooh ye ah of Love
Excepts from the Album
"Slow Groove and the Right Woman"
Concept by: Format for Lovers
" We Sing for You"
Minimal sounds added to Orchestrated Music
Composed and Arranged and Conducted
by:Basso Continuo and
Mezzo " Cool" Mezzo of
Emphasis on atmosphere and mood:
Mood arranged by disapoinment
the lack of interest by:
Someone you Know
and thehe Unreherasted Music.
Due to Her wanting to be
with someone else.
Mister Barcarolle. you disappointed me
I thought you were cool
you Jive fool!
I still like your music
but "shut man- chill!"
For Real Dough appears courtsey of
Phatt Isha and the Groove Grinders
of Taztile Music Group
Chocometta Gamez and Tickle Tike
Sang on" Easy Piece" and "Perfect Day"
Whore Tour Movie sang on
" All Others" and bang the skinez
on "Tootie Too"
{Ya'll gonna love the Remix]
"Una furtiva lagrima"
sampled by and mixed by
Malo Phatt and Grinny Gal
of "ya'll Cute" Music Company
Songs By Us LLC
Right On Ya'll Music
Desert Disco
and Big Beats appears courtsey
of All Ya''ll Album Company LLC
Thanxs and Greet worked real hard ya'll
they worked real hard!
I left her behind
emaciated
I left her
dying
I left her
I left her
I wanted to die there with her
there in the desert
where I left my mother
there where the stench of the dead and the dying
filled the air
I left her
my other children dragging me on
the soldiers shouting
threatening..theatening
I had to go on...for the others
I left her
my little girl
who was too weak to speak
too weak to cry
my little girl
whom I smothered
knowing it would be quick
not wanting night to call
the animals to crawl
over her still living body
not wanting her to hear
the death wail of the old and frail
all around
I smothered her
and kept on walking
not hearing
not seeing
not smelling
not living
not breathing
I left her
I left my heart
I left my dreams
I left my tomorrow
and every yesterday
every memory
every hope
of a better day
I left her
and in that starless night
there in the desert
naked and bleeding
starving
shivering
I knew....
"the rest is silence."
Eileen Manassian
"The Rest is Only Silence" is from Shakespeare's Play...Hamlet. I, however, will not be silent about the Armenian Genocide. This is in memory of the 1.5 million Armenians who lost their lives in the Genocide of 1915.Though this is a fictitious write, the events depicted did happen during the Armenian Genocide in 1915 by the Ottoman Turks. One million and a half Armenians were marched into the desert in what has come to be known as the Death March. April 24 marks 101 years since that event. Not all countries have recognized the genocide. Unfortunately, America is one of them.
If you want to read an account of those days, read The Sandcastle Girls. Read of how woman were tied to stakes as the soldiers rode past on their horses and decapitated them. Read of how the orphaned children were gathered at night and put in caves and burned alive. Read of how the woman marched naked...their wounds festering, their hair matted...almost inhuman. Read of how women committed suicide rather suffer rape while others disfigured themselves to go unnoticed. History cannot deny the genocide. If justice is not served here...it will be....one day. God told Cain..."the blood of your brother Abel is crying out to me." The blood of these martyrs cries out today for recognition.
In your opinion
If I was your opinion, I would change on a daily basis
And sit myself next to anybody with the latest look.
If I was your opinion I would count for nothing at all;
You’re so alternatively a part of the crowd that I think you suck!
In your humble opinion, you are everything and more,
But in my humble opinion you are worth nothing at all.
The thoughts you think are right;
They are the thoughts you have been told.
The thoughts you think, are not your own.
They tell you what choice to make, be a fake,
Be what they want you to be; it is you I hate.
They are the norm, the ones you must follow,
But it is you I detest because you are so hollow.
You want to be them, because they have popularity;
This is why you must be hated, by all of society.
Cast out from the in-crowd for wanting to be in;
You are pitiful, you are a waste of a life and you are sin.
You have no opinion of your own and you care about your phone,
So I feel nothing for you at all, because you are a no-one.
You want a nice car and a beautiful home,
But you live behind a curtain that covers your soul.
You cannot let them see the real you,
Because it is black inside that heart of yours, so go be used.
Leave me here to have opinions of my own…
By the way you don’t have a good phone.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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