Deviant again.Too many literature classes drains the creativity out of you, and the open structureless anarchic poetry you once wrote means so little to you...
it's quite sad.
ThoughtsWinter photography is ridiculously easy to come by. Good winter photography is ridiculous hard to come by.Thoughts
Every once in a while in English Lit classes you're required to explicate poetry and you can find everything it could ever mean to you, and someone will tell you you're wrong, no that's not what it means, that's not what the composition is. Art is in the eye of the beholder.
The Poetry War continuesI am black, I am white I am the sharp line in the middle. The entire talking business Ready go. My time is amazing. I'm jumping several guns, ready STOP.The Poetry War continues
I am fine, I am flat. I am the steam in the noodles. I am the first kiss on a hot date. But I lost my nerve. I've fought the last fight. Aiming for the sky. Ready...lost.
I am puny, I am pathetic I am the luck of the draw I am the shortest straw Me and my gun I am screwing myself over I lost the hope I had The hope I was
More poetry warsI am marked, I am lost. I am the rag in the barrel. I am the fist in your face, That requests for you To say that again.More poetry wars
I am the tremolo. I am the spine in your chill. Burnt to a crispy nugget.
I am jerked, I am pushed, I am the sword in the water. I am the scent you can hear, Your replies are making me blind.
I am the rebirther. An earthquake from the moon. Come to my party.
I am spicy, I am glassy. I am the pork in the beans. I am the tear in the paper, The door ripped From its hinges. &n
More poetry fightingI am tall, I am broad. I am the shane in manly. I am the pores in the cue ball, Those you never expected. I crave the impossible. I eat kids like you for breakfast. I spit them back out with mercy. Go make me a burger.More poetry fighting
I am blast, I am frost. I am the new in the old. I am the face in the shadow If only you could see. I am the un master.
I reveal myself to none. I am seen by all who come. Bring me my keys.
our chuckswaiting in a long line,our chucks
patience found on the shoe stings of my brown chucks; i'm staring as if they were about to say some life-altering phrase to turn my mind in the shape of a u.
made this appointment ages ago,
it's been years i've waited; barely scuffling a centimeter towards my doctor. i'm sure she has my cure. years go by and time passes slowly. and i'm always standing on two feet. i day-dream of what she looks like,
imagining if i'll get to know her before i go. surely she's good. they all say to me she fixes everyanything. s
Lazy
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=confusion never stops=
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Throw your desk out the window.
you are friends with brittany ashby.
so am i.
and i sort of talked to you on the phone once.
thank you.
august burns red is great.
i don't listen to much hardcore or grindcore anymore, but they're still superb.
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"Kino, what would you do if you were a cockrach?"
"I'd probably try to step on myself."
:iconDio-Club:
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Throw your desk out the window.
I'm just now leaving the class with the computer. But i'll send your letters to Caley tonight.
Ally
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i'll always miss him.
.ally.
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A FUCKING SQUIRREL ATE MY BAGEL." -Katie
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