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Who Needs a Nameless Prince?When the slipper doesn't fit,
I won't turn my foot into a bloody toe-less mess
I'm not the perfect Cinderella type
I can't dance to save my life,
and I never got into the boyfriend hype
I was born in t-shirt and jeans
and I'm not always the girl
who says what she means
But I have a family free of wicked -steps
and I don't live life like a dream,
cause I can see the little things are more than they seem
I find joy in every day miracles,
snowflake ice cream melting on my tongue
and the cold November air
bursting in my lungs
And I can unwind watching a football game,
screaming til my voice is
so hoarse it gallops off into the sunset,
Without a White Knight holding it back
The Things We Do 2 K+D"This is too confusing! How can a Jack of Diamonds beat my Ace of Hearts when hearts is trumps?" MJ growled in frustration as Kami raked the cards toward herself and added another two points on their counter cards.
The dark-haired girl smirked, "Maybe you should stick to easy games that require no thought, like checkers."
"Shut up Kami, you just learned how to play yesterday!" The carrot top pouted, sticking her tongue out at the girl.
"Yes, but we've beaten you four games in a row."
"Because Rin and I are on a team!" She huffed, glaring over at Dawn for trying to teach them such a complex game. Having to mark points was such a rarity that they didn't even have to worry about remembering to do it, the pair had only gotten lucky enough to score when they had the highest cards.
Rin shook her head not getting much more out of their tutorial, "I still don't understand how we got euchred either. I had at least three trump cards when I call a suit."
"It usually helps when you have higher tha
4-19-11My dreams are stowed away in a blender
And every finger I know hovers
Over puree, ready to turn my desires
Into jam for their toast to conformity
My mind is scattered as the
Insect funerals dotted on a road trip
Crazy what you can see on a minivan windshield
Looking down a highway, looking down death row
Today I kissed the days of rain rocking
Me to sleep good bye, because the storm
Of static between my ears is louder
Than thunder could ever dream
But on the days I don't feel adequate
I'll flip quarters across my knuckles
Knowing my kitchen sink
Is just as good as any wishing well
Whatever It TakesLightning streaked across the sky in giant forks, their prongs seeking to fill the dark night. Lulu observed the phenomenon with a ghostly smile from her position at the rear of the group, she had always liked the lightning. It was powerful, natural, even the destruction it caused was magnificent. The Thunder Plains definitely held a beauty unmatched by any of the other places the young Summoner's travels had taken them, or at least they did in the mage's mind.
Auron led the group at a constant pace, unconcerned by the threat of lighting striking the ground not a yard from him. Tidus stuck close to Yuna's side, trying to hold his sword comfortably at his side for fear of presenting a makeshift lightning rod as the older swordsman did. Khimari and Wakka lagged behind their young charge by mere feet, on guard for any fiend that might attempt a sneak attack. It was the Summoner's Al Bhed cousin that had come to a complete halt, causing Lulu to stop short, a frown creasing her brow.
The Things We Do K+DNothing was better after a shower than a hot breakfast and a cup of coffee. And there was no better place to go than across the hallway to MJ and Dawn's dorm. Kami entered without knocking and cocked an eye brow, surprised to find Dawn already eating.
"You're late," The brunette said dryly, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
She glanced toward the clock, damn, 9:15. "Well, I had to wash that bottle of glitter out of my hair." She grumbled, scraping her usual chair back and settling down at the small table. "Did MJ come home?"
"Even she's smarter than that Kami, probably found a cheap hotel or something for the night, waiting for you to cool off."
"Not likely to happen, especially since I didn't get much sleep." She paused to chew a thick piece of toast, "Rin was up all night crying again, and even when she did fall asleep I could hear her yelling at him in her sleep."
"We should really hire a detective or something to tail him one day," the brunette said, taking a long drink of hot cho
Complexly SimpleDon't give an evasive answer
To the way hatred consumes
A nation like cancer
This is America, land of the free
And home of the brave
But welcoming only if those free braves are straight
Otherwise you're met with cold exclusion
Like Mexicans forced to climb a fence to escape the fate
Of drug wars and gang violence
The lives of their children that are too soon silenced
America, land of the free
And home of the brave
A country built on the labor of slaves
People robbed from their homes in
The dead of night just to be ran into early graves
This is a land where
Corruption runs rampant among the highly respected
The different are shunned like leppars
Can you imagine anything affecting
A child's self-esteem like
Being tripped down the stairs
And watching everyone else pass
Him by because they don't care?
The secret to a near perfect world is simple cooperation
Christians and Muslims, gays and straights, all ethnicities
Simply need their differences tolerated.
The Rock and The RiverI have a rock and a river in each pocket
Both weigh me down in different ways
The rock is rough and stabs my thigh from time to time
But the river is there to wash the blood away
The rock is unchanging and belligerrent
While the river bends to my will
My rock is experienced
And the river naive
The rock can be double-sided,
Smooth for a moment and dangerous at others
This stone has hurt me more than anyone
But we always return to each other,
Needing one another more than ever
The river is calm and peaceful, never showing choppy waters
But the rock is hard and cuts my fingers as I caress it
The river is accepting though it is out of reach
And the rock suspicious while it is near
My river would do anything to make me happy
But the rock has made me break down
My river is brilliantly eay to deal with
I can hurl my woes into the water,
Sure it will accept anything without question
It will always flow straight and true,
Forever here to wet the crevice of my pocket
I feel some guilt for pollut
Musings on MeetingsDo you realize we've met in person four times?
The first was over Spring Break
That was when you were with her
I could tell it was no paradise but it was entertaining comparison
I ended up sleeping in the bed above you two
And thought you were going to have a heart attack
The next morning when you found me on the floor
The second time was so random
You two had broken up again and we had
Been IMing/texting/talking for hours before that
You took me to a Memorial Day party
And we went swimming in a muddy pond with your step-sister
A sand war ensued and I didn't mind meeting your family
(I don't remember their names anymore)
Even though they compared me to her
We kept talking for a while
Until replies ceased from your end
I'd like to say I moved on over those 3 months
But you know I didn't
The third time was almost my favorite
It was a surprise stop in the Grocery Wagon
A stop to apologize and air everything out
You caught me up on life
But back with her wasn't a surpr
Hold Me Close KXD"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" The sarcasm enthusiast arched her eyebrow, glancing at the brunette in question. At first she thought it was all in her head, but her friend really was stealing abnormally long looks at her during the movie. Rather curious behavior since horror movies were their favorites to watch while Rin and MJ were missing in action.
A hot pink color spanned the canvas of Dawn's cheeks instantly and her gaze swept down to the floor. "The movie's kinda...freakin' me out," she muttered lamely, pulling her knees to her chest.
"What? We usually laugh at the main character and end up rooting for the villian half the time." It was Kami's turn to stare now as she watched the other girl cringe and duck behind her legs as a particularly quiet and creepy scene ensued. She couldn't help but wonder if MJ had dyed her hair and stolen a few articles of clothing just to mess with her head.
"I don't like clowns." The mumbled phrase only made the dark haired girl all the mo
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
Personality AwarenessI can't
"just feel better",
"just stop worrying",
"just get over it",
"just be happy",
"just control yourself",
I carry the illness,
and you don't know what's it's like
to be haunted by real life nightmares,
whispers from nowhere
and imaginary hurt,
it's hard for me
to control myself
so I won't be able to hurt people,
so I won't be able to hurt their feelings,
I'm really trying to,
why can't you?
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
Radio Yesterday (Young Poetry - Contest Entry)
Conflict cursed by who we are
deserts drowning doubt who we were
I do not understand
the meaning of warfare or warmth
so I stand here in the steepest sands
I have a multicultural
feeling murdering my mindless mind
from all the magical memories
I batter behind
Conflict cluttering all of my crowns
rusting a reprise re-approaching the grains
giving glittering german nazis gangster games
Lifeboats linger along the land leaving families
left to drown deeper down dirty dolphin homes
hung higher than hackney men mumbling mysteriously
back to their homes heaving backwards
beating blackberries burning brains
bleach breaking blazing blinds
guns grave great gents
idols inspirations icebergs intentions
Follow the doll dusted downstairs
follow the blizzard beating bears
fall down dirty ditches where you will stay
disturbing daylight, disturbing days
John Lennon on the floor
Laws leaving because of souls
Martin Luther King Jr is gone
Farewell Freddie, forever loved
In My Bath Tub Last NightDon't tell me that what I deal with everyday is not worth my broken bones and slit up wrists.
Don't tell me that in time I can be fixed.
Your perfect god cannot heal all wounds.
Maybe your god is not as perfect as you think
But then again maybe I am the one that's wrong.
It doesn't matter.
I no longer care.
Because you see when I was crying you weren't there.
You didn't';t see my tears or feel my pain.
And maybe my words are just escaped fragments of dust that can creep out of my cracking walls.
built up so high as if to protect me from unknown dangers.
Maybe this prophesied prodigal son is not so perfect...
This poem is for every teenager leaning over the edge of a three story building tonight...
This poem is for every one with a gun raised to his temple at this moment..
This poem Is not about suicide,
But it is about survival.
You know that I know that you think that you are ready to die.
But don't pull the trigger.
Listen. To my softly spoken plea...
I've been where you are tonight.
Caprice In SpringCaprice In Spring
The children read Bukowski before bedtime
And dream of cheap wine and women;
I myself am strange and unusual-
They are not my children
But they have long been wished upon me.
I was in love with a madman
Until he was well again.
I hear he's doing alright,
Enough money for the wife and the mistress-
But if we judge it's misandry.
Not that I care.
My friends and 'friends' alike tell me
I could have a terrible future in poetry,
I'm still not sure about it
One way or
Regardless I will write it all.
If OnlyIf I were a straight guy,
I'd go for the girl no one else seems to see
and everyday I'd tell her how beautiful she is to me with
Her curvy body and mouth that holds
more than a song, but a soul
And her eyes carry such a light they
could never be called coal
I'd want the girl with a tongue so gentle
she chokes on the word hate
If I were a straight guy,
I'd beg the breath you steal from
my lungs is put to good use
Don't waste my oxygen on something like killing
the light of a candle,
Use it to blowing away cobwebs and dust
that have gathered in your mind like
rust on nails
If I were a straight guy,
I'd pray you never let me get that sharp
Rap me on the tongue when I throw words like knives,
cause sometimes I don't realize how phrases impact lives
Truth is, I can only sit back and sigh,
Cause one thing I'll never be is a straight guy
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