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LunacyThings that make people insane,
According to etymology:
1. The moon.
2. Owning a uterus.

The Death of a Stone-SkipperNo blood.
The place is marked by a perfection of stones,
a little pile, all smooth as cartilage,
round as a socket, bleached like his last minute.

——

He measures the lay of the water,
the leaf-spread of the palms,
the palm-spread of his hand,

his hand holding a circled shale splinter,
kept from a delta down-road.
He measures—
and with measure,
cadence, and period, rhymes the rock
in a roll off his flesh.

It is the waterborne prayer
of the tiny temples
of his five fingertips.

The sliver skims
above shallow-water skates and rays;
its comet tail of bent-bright skylight ripples
and spooks w

GirlsThis poem is for the girls.
For the girls whose favourite colour growing up was green,
Not pink.
For elementary school princesses still dreaming of being royalty
For the cheerleaders and the songwriters
The girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies,
For the girls who will not let you blame their anger or sadness on PMS
Regardless of what time of the month it is.

This is for Hillary Rodham Clinton:
Too emotional to hold the presidency in an emotionally absent democracy
For Angela Carter, letting loose her lions,
For Britney Spears, once sixteen, once Mousekateer turned Catholic School pedophile bait,
Begging in costum

I BelieveIt's December 21st, 2012 in Montreal.
      First thing in the morning,
           I look outside my bedroom window and it's snowing.

No wait!
      It's raining.

WAIT – NO!
      It's snowing.

Hold on…
     It's raining again.

It's kind of like this city's friend died,
     And it can't decide if it should give the cold shoulder
          Or if it should cry.

Walking down the street today is like walking across a beach during summer vacation.
     Except the water is sub zero,
          And every now and again you'll have white petals knocking on your head,
As if it wants to tell you something.

Our cities are changing.

That's so GayThat's so Gay

That's so gay!
I hear every day
Do you know what you say?
That's so gay!

Has the world lost all deference?
Oh I'm sorry
I didn't know
Your test had a sexual preference

Hell yeah I'm insulted!
Hell yeah I'm mad!
When I ask you to stop
You just sit there and mock
"How is it offensive?"
One person asks
Who cares what she thinks
She's just a lesbo

Oh!

Did you know
That every awkward silence
A gay baby is born?

I'd like to sew
Your mouth shut
Everytime you scorn
A so called "gay slut"
You people and your words
I hope you know
That your all little turds!

But it hurts me to know
That you think of me so
Whe

When I Was Little

When I was little I did not care,
For the thousands of you struggling out there,

So here is to you,
You beautiful souls.

When I was little I did not know
In your world full of nightmares you continue to grow.

When I was little I did not see
Such trembling lips as they uttered your plea.

When I was little I could not believe
How you kept on struggling on days we didn't grieve?

When I was little how could I have known
Your contagious laughter was a sight to behold.

When I was little I would never have guessed
That with such delicate wings you have been blessed.

When I was little I could not feel
How much your weak smiles really

Yes I'm Bisexual But...

Yes, I'm bisexual but…
I'm also a woman.
A natural brunette.
An author.
A poet.
An artist.
A super geek.
An honor roll student.
A freshmen.
A glasses-wearer.
A caffeine addict.
A sweets lover.
A lovely size 14.
A size 7 ½ shoe.
A costume-maker.
A cosplayer.
A blue-eyed beauty.
A gamer.
And a human being.

PhobicSo if you're Islamophobic I feel bad for you son

I've got ninety-nine problems but Islam isn't one

I've got an ignorant preacher trying to burn the Quran

No Hijab in France because those are ban

Bill O'Reilly says 9/11 is an Islamic blame

With slander like that it just degrades his fame

Let's bring this Islamic hate to a zero

No I'm not a revolutionist or a hero

I just want to witness a mosque be built near ground zero

My questions is how do you get people to understand this faith called Islam

When the media would cram

Bias ideas done by fanatics

Who's tactics

Are to find

The mind

Of less educated

And leave their brains contam

In A MomentIn a moment,
It all becomes clear
Everything that we've wanted,
Everything we hold dear,
Is lost on the roads,
That we travel down
Losing sanity,
And in the silence drown
In a moment we pray,
For all this to go away,
But we don't know how to say,
What's in our hearts
In our minds we surely dream,
But our minds they do deceive,
And for the lost I grieve

In a moment,
It is all washed away,
A storm swept sea tosses me,
Further and further everyday,
And still I strain my eyes so I can see
In a moment I cry,
Please God let no more die,
Life escapes us with a sigh
In a moment I pray,
Take this pain away,
From everyone
It'

Face of a Killer, KonyI can't believe it's been happening in a country
On the same continent as me;
How had I been living, so oblivious
To Kony's horrific child soldier army.
I'm appalled, to be honest - shocked to my core
For 30 years the world has been blind.

Harsh, lifeless, soul-less black eyes
The unsmiling face staring back at me.
A scraggly beard, a frown on his face
This is the face of a killer, Kony.
Where did he leave to from Uganda, who knows
He is the one person we have to find.

Enslaving young girls at the youngest age possible,
Ordered to fulfil strange, older men's passion;
Living in a crowded place, little food and water
Kony finds t

Divided We StandBrother, little brother, why did you let me go?
You let that Slavic giant steal me from my home
He dragged me from you through the cold, cold snow
Believe me, brother, I put up a fight –
But I was no match for my wintery foe.

Brother, he made me build a wall through Berlin
I know it's separating our people from their kin
It's a dividing line stopping me from seeing you
So tell me, brother, do you miss me too?

Brother, it's been a while, and my people have changed
No longer do they speak the language called after your name
Even I learned his strange alphabet, but I'm growing weak
Communism isn't all it's cracked up to be;

Abuduction.Abduction.

Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.

Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.

Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.

Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.

With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.

How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?

No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.

No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.

Hey there abused and sitting in the corner
I'm here to fix this so don't feel like a loner
Here let me lift you up
Dust you off and give your wounds a cleanup
I'll punish him up for everything he's done to you
Just keep your head up and you'll pull through

From the darkest day to the coldest night
I'll take your beatings to set things right
I won't give up on you because for you I will fight
Even battered and bruised I'll give it all my might

Hey there cutter holding a piece of glass
Why is it always your wrists you harass?
You want to end it all as you hate your life
But salvation won't found at the end of a knife
Just give me

Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)

Dark chocolate & espresso
with Bic ink you're dust.
My stomach & your brain
makes dawn a twilight red dusk.

A couple of words
describe us two.
Two words:
me & you.

Get the drift? Feel that draft?
That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.
Nature's craft is my gift
and my gift is just a game.

I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.

Whatever that's worth.

Fairly Feminist Fairy-Tale

Let me tell you a story, child;
A story of wonder and awe
A story where good triumphs evil.
It takes place in a land afar.

Does this story have dragons and witches, mama,
and a knight that defeats them all?
And where's the princess?
is she in trouble?
Will she come out standing tall?

Yes, my dear, in fact, it does!
there's a princess and dragons galore.
the story stems from your own mind-

please, tell me some more!

"In this land far away, dreams become real
there's princess trapped in a tower.
She has twinkling eyes and long flowing hair;
She is as fair as the daintiest flower!

Well what became of the witch and her doings?

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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

by ~irrenderNarr42, Feb 6, 2013, 12:49:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Urban & Spoken Word

Unselfish man is
Least in Theory
But we all know that
Man is what he is

Homo Homini Lupus

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Wolf in Sheep's Clothingby ~irrenderNarr42

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~FireSama Feb 6, 2013 Student General Artist

That's different for every person! also have no clue about why ya used the wolf as example, for wolves might be predators but they will make sure every one of the pack will get food. Unlike humans who just stuff themselves without thinking about others.

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~irrenderNarr42 Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

[link] wasn't really my decission^^

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~FireSama Feb 6, 2013 Student General Artist

haha it's cewl. Hope I dun sound all serious and shitXDD just like to argue sometimez hehe^.=.^''

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~irrenderNarr42 Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^^

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~FireSama Feb 6, 2013 Student General Artist

What does this one mean?

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~irrenderNarr42 Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Homo Homini Lupus means Man is Man's wolf. we are not altruistic, we are predetors that swallow each other if it befits us.

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~Emily-A Feb 6, 2013

When i read the title i was expecting something totally different
When i read what u wrote i was so fascinated by the way u put those two together
There is a deeper connection in that that makes that title the most suitable

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~irrenderNarr42 Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you and thanks for the fave^^

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~Emily-A Feb 6, 2013

You are welcome

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~irrenderNarr42 Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^^

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