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Hate what you want to beDon't fucking interrupt me you ugly piece of shit
Everything you say sounds like the words from an infant
Go ahead and put on all that rouge blush & makeup
Wont make you look any better,
Oh and by the way I hope you and your boyfriend breakup
You've GOT to be the most useless thing since they came out with home alone three,
Don't deny it Honey, you're the exact opposite of me
I'm beautiful and have good grades,
Theres a line of boys waiting to date me.
I'm rich and have the perfect home,
Theres a line of photographers waiting to shoot me.
Its the truth, so be it
You want to be me, & you know you need it.
HaLLoW HueZ Chp2
His eyes had stayed in the same spot for so many hours, not even shivvering in the cold. He was like an owl, sleeping with its eyes open. The distant sound of police sirens caught his attention. They were something that could be heard often in this city, but this time they were too close for comfort. Right next to the building, under his nose. He crept closer to the edge, gripping it firmly and bending over it like a monkey. His hair flew every which way and got in his eyes, swatting it out of the way. A rather big police man stood absent mindedly next to his beloved, newly polished car, with a hand on his hip, looking right to left. Fox could hear the man mumbling something to someone, but couldnt see the other someone. Maybe the police man was crazy. Or not.
Another man who looked like a total alchoholic waddled like a penguin out from a door. Fox slapped his ear a few times, hoping somehow it would help him hear better. It did. "Yeh of
She stomped along beside him, holding one high heel in her hand and huffing. "I fuckin hate you right now." He twitched and looked away, to the side of him were abandoned apartment buildings with sleeping hobos and a dead black cat. A few minutes of awkward silence passed between them, quickly broken by the girl hitting him upon the shoulder with her shoe. "WHY DONT YOU EVER TALK? Are your vocal chords defective?!" He tried not to smile, it just wasnt his thing.. But he couldnt help it and snorted a chuckle. "What the fucks so funny!? How much beer did you drink while I wasnt looking, Fox!? Why cant you just share your emoti-----Oh, ..oh my...."
His eyebrows raised and followed the girl, who was wobbling over to a fallen metal trash can. "Foxxx.. Loook.. Its a wittle kitty cat.. Oh my god what if shes starving? Or he? How do I tell on cats?! Can we bring it home!?" Everything went silent again upon the word "home." They didnt really have
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More