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Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person by WordOfChen
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
Replaceable.Replaceable.Replaceable. by KelaLewis-Morin
They wanted a no hoper.
Someone they could fold and mould to their liking
And with him being a self perpetuating loner.
The situation seemed too compellingly inviting.
They took advantage of his good nature.
They kept adding to his already overflowing plate
And they were not the type to ever return the favour.
He saw this transaction as a contraction of them becoming mates.
They would lie to his face and talk behind his back.
Setting him tedious tasks that were initially refused by others.
This then artfully allowed them to dart off track and slack.
Why is it that the insecure and pure are the ones that suffer?
And when he was no longer able to endure.
He was ripped out and shipped out immediately.
By a surplus of others who are willing to take up his chores.
This is a practice that is predestined to be replayed repeatedly.
Is this really the way this ruptured world is structured?
Do the absolutes prey and on the vulnerable and feeble?
Who is the person responsible for thi
What is Right?What is Right?What is Right? by KelaLewis-Morin
Please do not talk to me; I am not able to respond.
And do not give me that look as if something has to be wrong.
You do not need to delve into the shelves of my closed expressions.
I am exempt from your attempts to unearth my preserved confessions.
I am not purposely trying to evade your noble and compassionate crusade.
It’s just on this occasion I do not require saving; there is no need to come to my aid.
I understand that as my friend you are obliged to defend me to the very end.
And this means you must venture pass the farce of barriers that I bewilderingly send.
But right now my words are diverting from my mouth and into my chest.
So trust me when I say that this damsel is far from in distress
And I know that from you I should not expect any less.
Just because I choose remain reserved, sit and stare.
Does not mean I am slumping into a tumbling pit of despair.
Nevertheless it does comfort me knowing that you are there
But sitting in silence with me can also sho
Dead PrettyDead PrettyDead Pretty by Th3-C0unt3ss
I saw a girl in the street today
Her grace and beauty took my breath away.
She had dazzling eyes of bottle green
The most beautiful eyes i had ever seen.
Her hair was the colour of autumn leaves
It shimmered in the light as it danced in the breeze.
Her porcelain face and tinted pink cheeks
were enough to make any man's knees weak.
She caught my eye and then flashed me a smile
I have to admit i was dazed for a while.
She stepped into a car and it drove away
Still, i saw her again that very next day.
Though not in the flesh, Oh no not at all.
I picked up a paper and my heart sank when i saw...
Upon the front page, typed up in bold
Were words which made my blood run cold.
Another girl murdered, found dead in the park
Though twas the image below that broke my heart...
Though the colours were faded, I could still see
A pair of green eyes staring up at me...
Set into a porcelain face framed by auburn hair
Life is so cruel, injust and unfair.
I read the rest of artic
Don't let her whisper your name.I would be lying if I said I forgot.Don't let her whisper your name. by mrTLS
Lying, if I said I don't want to feel it again.
It's almost unexplainable.
It's our dance.
I never had to teach.
She never needed to learn.
The synchrony was always perfect.
From the first second to the last one.
Every single time.
A simple touch,
a simple breath,
a simple desire,
and the world would explode.
So we were in a universe apart.
Dancing, an unknown song.
We never rehearsed it, it never went wrong.
It's just like I said.
The synchrony was always perfect.
As if we could feel each other.
As if we were created for each other.
Do you believe in fate?
I don't, but I thought about it.
But don't matter.
We got lost in the middle of the way.
And we just carry on, as if nothing happened.
I admit it.
We never got along well with our mouths open.
We never agree on any decision.
We never take similar lifestyles.
She used to drive me crazy.
In whatever she said.
In whatever she did.
We were totally
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