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Don't Blink:A topsy turvey world turned gray,
As one sits at the end of a bay.
The sky is bleak, the water is calling,
Watching the rain while it's still falling.
Little know the thoughts they think,
Pay close attention, and don't you blink.
They stand straight up, and stretch there arms out wide,
Standing for a while, just watching the tide.
You see it now, a glimmering tear,
What saved their live was there own fear.
Not of dying or what others may think,
But there most loved ones, still don't you dare blink.
They turn around, but somethings wrong,
They are dragged right in by the current's song.
There is one question, that I ask you,
December Morn:The gentle breeze of a December Morn,
Once again another day is born.
The air is cool, yet the sun is so bright,
It fades behind clouds at the onsight of night.
One could lie down outdoors for the day,
Let nature take its toll, and allow whatever may.
Lying so still on a December Morn,
The world flies by as a new day is born.
Papa Clocks and Nature Bitch:Papa Clocks and Nature Bitch,
When they are together, life is a ditch.
Papa Clocks drags on the days when it need not be done,
For Marching Band kids, Nature Bitch pumps up the sun.
The wasted hours, and the hectic weather,
My goodness how do we endure this endever?
Papa Clocks will bust a cap in your asses,
You'll live in discomfort until Nature Bitch passes.
Year in and year out, these two are a pain.
One might ask, "What is there to gain?"
These two own us, so were pretty much screwed.
We're stuck with them forever, so just sit back dude.
People these Days:What thoughts race through your mind these days?
Are they memories of people, or is it all just a haze?
I could ask you questions until the sun finaly sets,
Would you speak the answer I'm trying to get?
Such people these days so full of drama,
Why don't they shut up and just call there mama.
The bitch about this, they bitch about that,
Why they'll bitch at you at the drop of a hat!
When I see these people I can't help but laugh,
In the real world they bitch and just get the shaft.
So calm down people, what do you say?
Open your eyes, and enjoy the day.
Age 5:Here I sit, just five years old.
Still so young thinking thoughts so bold.
I think of things like parks and toys,
To be that age was such a joy
NOthing to bother me, not a single care.
I wish those days, I still could spare.
A Hallowed Tale:It's Halloween time, so get your costume on right,
A playful day full of sweets and delights.
Though little know the true history here,
So pull up a seat and listen my dear.
All hallows eve, the doors locked tight,
Fearful of wretches that roam the night.
The clock strikes midnight, and the witches came,
A sacrifice needed, such a crying shame.
A child chosen to leave his home,
Upon his descent, you hear a mothers moan.
Think of your candy as a sweet little child,
A sacrifice for ghouls, now that sounds vile.
I live this holiday, I truly do!
The blood and the gore, the cute costumes too.
So eat your candy, get full and robust,
Music:As music coursed through your veins,
It casts away all your aches and pains.
The rhythm runs throughout your soul,
A pride and feeling that makes you whole.
Your ears are filled with such delight,
Enough to lighten most anyone's plight.
There comes a time where most would say,
Music is an expression, no matter what the day.
So whether your sad, or lonely or glad.
No matter what, music should not make you mad.
On this earth, in which we've so little time,
Don't lose your cool at the drop of a dime.
Enjoy your music, the bad or the good.
It will make you happy, or at least it should.
Be Cool, Stay in School:The days of school,
the teachers and lore.
Kids that think there cool,
making up there stories galore.
Across the hall, they see there class,
weaving though people as they pass.
The more they learn, the less they know,
these young bright students have so little to show.
The teachers are deeply agitated, this is for certain.
So they rise to these delinquints, and lower the curtain.
So to say,
They get the ax, and that are expelled from school.
A hardship indeed it is to be cool.
BelligerentI'm so angry, angry at the world!
It's taken what I want, it stole my love,
I don't understand how this all unfurled,
But it's the worst thing I can conceive of.
I'm just so mad,
This fury flows through every vein,
But you are not me, for this you should be glad,
This anger is driving me insane!
Keep away from me if you don't want to be hurt,
Because I've got this hunch,
That if you keep at your sad attempt to flirt,
You'll be getting nothing more than a punch.
An uppercut, right through the window,
And you'll fall to the ground,
I'll make sure to do it right so,
You won't move a muscle, you won't make a sound.
I'm not angry a
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More