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ha ha ha sex again
ha ha ha sex again
ha ha ha sex again
ha..ha..ha..(sex again)
ha...ha......ha...?
sex...again?
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don't be mad at me for what I tell you
be mad at the government for lying to you.
if my words hurt, without force
and you react violently
and I did not

where is the truth regarding peace?

in you

or me (you)?
 
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Pushed into the ocean, nothing more to ask.
Drowning in uncertainty, assailed by the responsibility.
Is it really there? Watch it fade and bask.
Bask in this stark farce,
For this is all there is.
Watch everything pass.
 
the ocean is my home, nothing more to ask.
certainty found within.
it's always there, feel it in your soul.
bask in it's uncertain glory,
for this is all there is.
watch everything pass
for you are what's passed
and what's passed is you.
 
Something causes the surface to break, yet current continues..
What is it the waves lack? Why is it only some fish feel this void? Pah, irrelevant.
As I lay there undecided, I am unable to relax. It's time to choose.
I kick as hard as I can, yet it gets me nowhere.
Along comes a shark. Is it by chance, or because I am a loser, that I lose?
Piece by piece, I am torn apart. Am I getting closer to serenity, or despair?
 
the surface was meant to break
the waves are complete; their intensity set.
we all feel the void, some hold fast to truth and others don't
how can you be undecided, when it was out of your control?
choice isn't an option.
kick as hard as you like, you'll be where you began.
death approaches by it's own will, not yours, so why fear?
piece by piece, you're torn apart, serenity is eternal, your mind chose to fear, but it never existed.
 
No more distractions, absorb yourself
Why does such a test exist? For it's own sake

There are no answers on the shelf,
for language is inept.
There are no answers within,
this feeling I cannot shake.

And this pain I have kept
For too long, or short, either way I cannot win.
 
very good ddk,

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feelings of wonder
no turning back
disgust is present

must not be
antinferno, -vestibule de l'Enfer

et des instantanés

rejoice in the groove
panique des ancêtres
porteuse d'unités

waiting for another sad day
work may heal the blessure
sangblood instantanés

prostiputes se languissant
in the most tender moments

divine playground don't need no space
-or is it drummery

that infectious and nasty sound

called destiny
 
Bitterness holding the unforgiven,
Still I trample across your love,
When the moment was righteous,
And the nights were golden,
I was dreaming of paradise lost,
Echoes of a vacant calendar,
Yesteryear in all it's glory,
It is smiling
a cunning grin.
 
I scream for your testimony,
Your recollection of drunken
events, the unbound ferocity,
When baseball bats and knives,
Made enemies of friends,
Be still and refuse the emotions,
That force entry into your heart,
Cryptic serenity chasing all of
the stars.
 
On some emo shit yo.
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I Stare at the roof, just waiting to die.
My Mind is so black, so cold and I hide.

I tear at my lips, blood soaks fingertips.
As each time skin rips, pain seems bit by bit; -

To bring forth a freshness, I just can't explain.
The skin will regrow to make all whole again.
 
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I cannot agree more

head is taken in a ring

dance to the dark medicine

from beyond is the king

of the dark planets revolving
 
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Here is mine. I haven't counted the title in the word count, and the story itself is EXACTLY 100 words. Feel free to count them if you don't believe me!

Stupidity and Ambition are a Dangerous Combination

Sykes’ forte was never subtlety. Nevertheless, kitchen work gave him access to all the goodies needed to make prison hooch; yeast, sugar, fruit. Put it in the huge foil bags the milk is delivered and14 days later the inmates party down. The only problem was the smell. This time he’d been overly ambitious: 30 litres instead of the usual 5 brewing beneath the bed stank like his cell had beer burped in his face.
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Later in segregation he reflected:“I might have got away with it if not my cell mate’s cunning cover up plan. Cannabis scented incense! Idiot!”
 
I really like it, but the limit is 200 characters not words. I'm going to leave this one. Cause it's amazing. More like 500 chars though. Please, contribute more!
 
Avalanche

I pile cards as high as they can go
Because I love that moment
When they tumble

Fuck picking up the pieces

Flies circling me
Trying to determine
If I am a man
Or a pile of shit

Vultures know better

I am alive
 
The moment is bereft, lingering far too long.
My tolerance decays as I abide existence.

All of this is so wrong,
especially the falter in persistence.

Shrouded by anguish, stagnant in languish.
 
In the rancid sunlight
clouds pour acid rain,
A scribbled apology
that is empty of meaning.

Synchronized anger
in the shape of a heart,
Disgraced angels
flying far far away.

Stale biscuits
and cold tea, in
boxes full of nothing.
 
I'm a manic matinee.
A party on stilts with a bad whiskey jones.

I'm putrid and smell of stale gasoline.
I'm a god-fearing clinically tested enverinomental concern.

I'm observing observation in observance of this holiday.
I'm on holiday with my eyes closed.

I'm a certified nut, with a certification stamped in triplicate notarized, baptized, circumsized, and stolen out of the priests chamber.
He's after me.

You nuts are after him.
Jesus is after everyone, he just can't stop bleeding.

Why didn't anyone think to invent gauze for those wounds?
Who has the gauze?

I have gauze but fuck jesus it's mine. My stigmata shines eternally and I'll need all the hypertensive care I can get.
I need all the hypertensive crisis I can handle.

I need all the cheap grog I can swallow.
I need to cut my valium in fifths to avoid the fits.

I'm alive motherfucker.

I'm alive.
 
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