free write something

 josephm (@josephm) 7 years, 4 months ago

it can be anything – life is frightening – rhyming typing-ling – poetic siphoning – flowing ascii – cite an opening – dont ask – paint a picture – singing freedom is run by witches – in the background- turn it around – maximize what im not allowed – two decibel’s too loud – tone it down- drone it – pow – al capone the crown – prohibition emitting the sound of – dap n pound – straps n hounds – stats n rounds – jump gaps or be drowned.

June 9, 2014 at 5:10 pm
Broaden (1) (@Broaden-Rawd) 5 years, 12 months ago ago

Those widows ain’t willows don’t let em weep
The graves ain’t pillows don’t let em sleep
Those lives were taken not given free
The lies are pervasive not just speech

This country’s foundation is slavery
Of the times and the minds of my people’s deeds
What leads to the future is not purity
Of a race’s suture for this wound that bleeds

The racist futures lack morality
The karmatic laws cry out a decree
Diminishing returns with lives and pleas
Time to pay the lease plus fees

They say speech is free but them words ain’t cheap
Wiki is cool but don’t let em leak
Don’t be fooled but don’t say a peep
You better get schooled I have much to teach
A breach of trust is what they reap
They preach of love then yell impeach

But it’s not because the POTUS is us
The lies they spew reap disgust
From their point of view everything is just
Not justice but legal so must we discuss
These folks is evil enough is enough

They kill in uniform they kill in sheets
They spin in media and troll in tweets
They’re never convicted and get off Scott free
Yet we’re the bad guys and we should leave
From a land that was filled with teepees
Not their country tis of thee

And they do now as they have done then
Murder in churches and continue to sin
Murder in streets and continue to win
When will it stop this madness must end

But if I write about it some how I’m wrong
If I post about it my time is done
If I vent about it then it’s called hate
If I inform about it then leave the states
Yet the cases I read make me irate
I rate a 10 on the scale frustrate
And after some time it will dissipate
May they reach their destination at Hell’s gate

Do I seem mad to you
Don’t misconstrue
I’m in pain not insane
To sit and stew

The ism is a deadly brew that must be freed
What this century needs is a Marshal Bass Reeves
To handle the villains who take lives like thieves
And destroy these ism seeds that sprout like trees
That are used to lynch my people’s dreams

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MarijeHS (1) (@MarijeSwank) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Never to soon to start. Always too late to begin. I wonder if there actually is a time for everything. Everything what’s said to me comes into my brain as a hurricane, and so it leaves me behind. As a passing hurricane through life. I’ve been told that you can see when I’ve entered a room, you can feel if the story I’m going to tell is a sad story. The hurricane inside my head is me. As a musical composition that started it’s own life and needn’t to be written
And you are the one who made me realize it’s true, you were the only one who didn’t tell me what to do. You let me go as far as I could, until I could never come even though I should.

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Donya Harkins (2) (@Donya-Harkins) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Hey are you okay? 

No, and its been like that for days. 

What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do? 

Anything you can do? Well, I know a few. Stop shoving pills down my throat to make me feel “okay.” I need someone to care, and walk me through this. My heart once spewed gold, and now tar runs thick. I hear people talking but I know they aren’t there. They comfort me when all you do is medicate me. 

There’s a medication for hearing things, would you like to try that? 

No! What don’t you get? I feel like I’m drowning, I need a person, not a pill, to pull me out of this pit. And when I’m feeling better, you’ll credit it to the meds, but I know what’s true; it was human compassion that helped. Hours of talking and working things out, smiles on faces that I’d never doubt. 

But the medication can help, don’t you see? 

No, no I don’t. I just want to be me. 

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Donya Harkins (2) (@Donya-Harkins) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Hey are you okay? 
No, and its been like that for days. 
What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do? 
Anything you can do? Well, I know a few. Stop shoving pills down my throat to make me feel “okay.” I need someone to care, and walk me through this. My heart once spewed gold, and now tar runs thick. I hear people talking but I know they aren’t there. They comfort me when all you do is medicate me. 
There’s a medication for hearing things, would you like to try that? 
No! What don’t you get? I feel like I’m drowning, I need a person, not a pill, to pull me out of this pit. And when I’m feeling better, you’ll credit it to the meds, but I know what’s true; it was human compassion that helped. Hours of talking and working things out, smiles on faces that I’d never doubt. 
But the medication can help, don’t you see? 
No, no I don’t. I just want to be me. 

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Shubham Kashyap (62) (@Wolve) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

“Don’t give your remote to other, you are not a puppet.” 

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Marco Giampetruzzi (0) (@sanjuro75) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

The Moving or an attempt in whining poetry

I moved my heart in a different place

t’was larger, plenty of room to host

Even a large party

Problem was there was no one else there

But me

I moved my heart in a hidden spot

Like Poe’s Purloined Letter

It was in plain sight

But you could not see it

Though it was bleeding all over

The fucking place

So I cleaned it up

And put it back to where it belongs

And now pretend everything’s just fine

I borrowed Tin Woodman’s heart

And put it in my pocket so

It even sounds like it’s working properly

And nothing’s wrong with me

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Sarcastic Roach (56) (@sarcasticroach) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Never leave your Etch-AScetch next to your Ant Farm if you have a little sister.

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MayaLuvsKaya (130) (@MayaluvsKaya) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Most people find my life extremely interesting when I let them in. Lots of things have happened in my first 21 years. A few months have passed since my birthday and more things have been hae than usual. Life is somewhat overwhelming as an adult. I don’t long to be a kid again. I just stuff the bong or roll a spliff. Momentary pause for a creative destruction of the moment I’m in. A moment to look into the eye of the storm and realize it will pass. All storms pass, so I’m going back inside to pass some grass stuffed in glass and share some laughs with the grown versions of kids from my past. I know this bag isn’t my last and this problem won’t be my last either. The crime fits the punishment, lets get stoned people.

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Anonymous (1) (@) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Oh poor poor mee. I am a flower in bloom salvaged ravaged and all I want is to sip a litle lion´s lip but not the tip of the fang. 

Oh darling sweetie springy me so soft and cucumbersome.

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Bormolan (0) (@anotherworldarmy) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

Imagine that you are
conducting what will become known as the world’s greatest symphony, when the
piece reaches its crescendo you close your eyes and in that exact moment you
realize that you are invincible and untouchable and you can do anything and no
one can stand in your way. Then in a matter of mere seconds those thoughts are
snapped from your mind and you can hear the faint sound of people screaming in
despair.

Everything that you once
were, all that you are and all the you would have been no longer matters, your
entire world is about to be changed and ripped apart that you can no longer
recognize the stage in which you still stand conducting your masterpiece.

Just as you get halfway
through the song, you just stop and stand there in pause as the whole theatre
sits there looking at you like you have no idea what you are doing, you walk
off stage and exit using the closest door you could find and you start walking
aimlessly with no destination and you end up in a nearby alleyway, you think to
yourself “Why here, what is so special about this spot, that I always wake up
here?”

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Anjelica (101) (@Anjelica) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

happiness found me

when I shed the skin

cast in moments of terror

it burned white hot 

I thanked it as it slithered away


the bliss of forgiveness

came after the great sleep

as my cells aligned

to the freedom of new space 


density lingered

but it no longer bit

munching at my womb 

monster of centuries 


safety came along and whispered

the way to the sanctuary 

it is clear 

unwritten and unnamed 

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konstan sekhor (0) (@konstanseekhor) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

the khonto happened to be very similar in a same way

which household dropped into the unknown

flails into the sun with the blazing shine of the darkness

then swiped out by an identity that makes things faster, each day by day

until screaming no freak no more

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Here_To_The_Future_Of_Now (2) (@Parlay97) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

why am I here? What does it all mean I am lost and blind inside my own head with thousands of voices calling too me telling me to come to them and they will answer all my questions what do I do? said willow spirited coyote.

Tell them to shut up. start walking and live.    Your answers will find you. said Mystic dragon 

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Sarcastic Roach (56) (@sarcasticroach) 5 years, 10 months ago ago

Us and them…

THAT’S the problem.

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josephm (772) (@josephm) 5 years, 8 months ago ago

silently slept over with the night scoffed sober to the lies In kept the motor spinning that swing ring clenched as beginning left severed open union where level mast blew waves manifested to the revered beautifully created teller of stated patience. weather of change believed as the female game in left of right range of faint quaint sentences of dependence deepened green paint sweltered as the grounds bring us higher. the shield of vessel once prepared twice repaired in sights of prayer to reconvert planets of dissent in cantankerous torrential epiphany of melancholy feathers fan by the winds of letters treasured incapacitated heaven traction towards the nested of seven lies contrived by flowing eyes of distance tentative conclusion of never ending fixated dreams of visions that are unseen with the message come be a start of the season in between skin and make creativity out of nothing that feels what it heals. 

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monsterjack (13) (@monsterjack) 5 years, 8 months ago ago

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” Oscar Wilde

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samuel (12) (@gogochaos) 5 years, 8 months ago ago

Black Mirror

And suddenly, the screen went blank – a manmade universe consumed in an artificial black hole. This all happened so quickly that the boy could barely understand; one blink, and then nothing. Bright life turned death. The boy had lost all light to an empty void in the time it took him to blink. When he opened his eyes, he was forced to imagine the endless spectrum of color being devoured by blackness. He stared into this two dimensional abyss like man stares into the celestial – questioning if life lies beyond the blackness. His wandering gaze penetrated further and further into the nothingness, but as it began to reach the edge, he found that he was not alone. In the distance, two dark eyes had fixated a shaky glare onto his, twitching as if desperate for a face. And as quick as the blackness had come, the eyes stole the boy’s features, until the child was staring at his own reflection. It mouthed something to the boy, and he screamed in horror. Throughout this, the reflection studied the boy. Frantically, the child grasped onto a cord, and within minutes, light was restored. His screen was once again engulfed in flames. But despite the boy’s attempts to never meet again, the black figure returned several times throughout his life. Each time, the two would stare at each other with curious awe, until the black-mirrored mouth would whisper, “If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you,” and the boy would silently scream.

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Photonic (4) (@photon98) 5 years, 8 months ago ago

I hate my job. But I know I had to do it, there is no otherway around. I feel like i need money only to save myself from dire poverty and helplessness. If I had enough money I would spend my life in things I love to do.

I know, money is not everything, So rather I do a little bit of what i wish every time I get time and resource.

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monsterjack (13) (@monsterjack) 5 years, 8 months ago ago

Hey Photonic, do not be so sad. Did you try to change anything ?  What are the thing you enjoy, maybe we can help you with some suggestions ?

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SD67 (5) (@SD67) 5 years, 12 months ago ago

The seasons are not ends but rather new beginnings. Would Fall be so beautiful if dressed for death? My answer is no. Her party attire as she and we celebrate the harvest. Winter DEATH? I must scream NO WAY! A mere 90 day rest until we reach for the son again. The teeth and the men with weakened resolve are the folly of our lost way and the cards just proof of life unfair…. Well, at least that’s my life…

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SD67 (5) (@SD67) 5 years, 12 months ago ago

What have they done to the earth?

What have they done to our fair sister? 

Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her

Stuck her with knives in the side of dawn

Tied her with fences.        and          dragged her down.

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Jennifer Smith (1) (@Jennifer-Smith) 5 years, 11 months ago ago

I feel you <3

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