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ConcertThe curtains drew. Our eyes had long been adjusted to the overwhelming brightness of the stage lights by the end of the second piece, but I still could only make out three faces in the sea of black. The judges sat at their desks in the back row, illuminated by a small light in front of each of them. They were still busy playing back tapes in their headsets and scribbling on our review sheets. Only a few intermittent coughs broke the stale silence as we waited to play our final song. The sheet music faced me, black and white. My eyes had read over it a hundred times over the past two months, and I was ready; I was sure of it. As the wait grew longer, I became more aware. I listened to the silence; my watch started ticking audibly, now that my ears had adjusted to the quiet atmosphere. The first judge was done writing. Tick, tick, tick; my watch reminded me of the slowly passing time. I had to get my mind off the wait. I pulled out my third slide; water usually collects there, but not th
Rantings...When my life becomes
The best way to heal
Is with rhyming verse.
I'm tired of school.
This class is a joke.
Checking my Facebook
Hey look, a new poke!
Outside on the walk,
I just nearly die.
Skater was typing
Jerk, don't text and ride!
A cursory glance
Shows he's not alone;
These damned college kids
Are glued to their phones.
Around the classroom,
Eyes are looking down.
Makes me want to frown.
There's more it can do
Than tell you "What's up?"
Or who slept with who.
A horrible crime.
They destroyed language;
I'll never know why.
A few more letters
Won't kill you to spell.
Without them I'm in
I'll never give in
To this lack of care.
But few teens know where.
You're instead of your,
They're instead of their,
These words used wrongly
Make me pull my hare.
That previous line
Was all a big joke.
Please don't frown at me
I'm a brilliant bloke.
I'm sick of my job.
I'm quitting next year.
FearOf all emotions known, the most unpleasant is fear,
The one that makes hearts race when evil is near.
It is most likely to strike you when you're alone
It may be a creepy voice when you answer the phone
It may come from outside, a shout or a scream
It might just be a terrible dream
It make be a sound, such as a tree on a pane
It may feel icy, or consume you in flame
Should you become scared, with reason to fright,
I'll take your hand, and show you the light.
Penny Poem 2You made a list of rhymes,
I'd be embarrassed if I were you.
Writing poems is easy,
You just haven't got a clue.
First you make a rhyme,
But there's something left to do,
A rhyme makes it sound sweet,
But rhythm's needed too.
Once you have the rhythm,
The first verse is complete.
If you want to make it longer,
You'll just have to repeat.
Start with something simple,
To help you get the flow.
From there the hard part's over,
The rest will just come and go.
I have some work to do,
This will have to come to an end.
But before I go,
I must say, "I win!"
Zombie meWhat sets a zombie and a man apart?
Is it goodwill, or brains and a heart?
I wake up each day, but I do not live.
Stuck in routine; oh what would I give
To wake up one day, get out of bed,
Open my eyes, and not be undead?
There is a way out; that much is clear.
My freedom comes closer, year after year.
There is a girl who carries my cure.
I've finally found her; this time I'm sure.
The one way to save me, my Dear, is this:
Lean in a bit closer, and offer a kiss.
In the Year 3008Jesus! You gotta come look at this, shouted Pierre as he scraped the dirt and rock away from what once was my bedroom window, a millennium before. Inside was my skeleton stretched out on top of a mess of metal springs and wires; what used to be my bed had long rotted away. As Pierre slowly crept though the window frame, the floor gave way and dropped into the long untouched kitchen. Looks like we'll have to reinforce this structure, he said, dropping a tennis-ball sized silver sphere through the hole. As he let go, the sphere lit up, weaving a grid of bright bluish light along the floors and walls. After a few minutes, the robot had reinforced my entire house, guaranteeing the archaeologists' safety.
Moving inside, they stood over my bones and waved a scanner along my length. Specimen is one-point-nine meters long, was 18 years old at time of death. Cause of death unknown, said the device. It was the meteor, corrected Jesus, referring to
Jean's Valentine's Day songYour hair is really beautiful,I want to smell it all day,
but please don't let that Jeager bitch conviece you cut it away.
Since I become a soldier,they gave me a 3D gear,
it's really big ya know,but it's okay,never fear.
I can jump really high and do back-flips in the air,
and I usually fall back to a bed,if you want,you can come and stare.
Only in the thoiught of you hanging out with someone else,make me lose my mind,
I drop my faith in humanity on Connie's shirt and he says some words that,trust me,the're no kind.
So on this Valentine's Day I offer you myself,
because seriously who needs a lover who's not Jean Kirschtein?
Eren:Who's the bitch ya horseface?
Armin:Jean,the last sentence doesn't even rhyme...
Connie: Dude,I hate ya!!!
Marco:It's kinda cute though,good job!
Reiner:Wow Marco,you got passed by my gaydar!
Jean:GUYS!!!Shut up all of you!That's MY Valentine's song!
Jean:SCREW YOU JEAGER!!!!
'There's No God Up Here' - The Gagarin ExperienceWhen Yuri saw Earth,
He began to cry
When the Earth turned to him,
The Planet asked him
"Yuri, why do you cry?"
Gagarin hesitated, but replied
"Because, you are beautiful"
The Earth grinned and stated,
"No, Yuri - I am the reflection
Of all things on Earth
The love of humanity and its accomplishments
I am merely a mirror, Yuri
Gagarin returned to Earth soon after
As his shuttle was about to puncture the skin
Of his new found friend
He ejected and safely floated to the ground
People fled from him at first
For he looked like an alien
But he waved and said,
"No, I am a friend, comrades!"
He would yell again
"I am a friend!
A Soviet like you!"
He went on a search
For a telephone to Moscow
Once home, he is greeted
By another reflection of Earth
Alexey Leonov saw the smiling cosmonaut
And greeted with open arms
But before a reunion could occur
Nikita swooped in and cornered the man
Who was not even bound by the atmosphere
Merely hours earlier
"Did you see God up there?"
Dadadumbwhen the clown
it does make a sound
and it's not laughter
or a gasp in the making
it's just the sharp crack
of his funnybone breaking
a motivational poem for exam-takerswell
you just lost your pencil
and you're filled with tons of tensile
as your teacher hands out the test
right now you're a mess
then you rummage through your backpack
and through your friend's knapsack
but you can't find that damned pencil
and you don't know what the hell is tensile
you gonna fail this exam
and you mutter "god damn"
because you're a little shit
your teacher tells you that you got no grit
in the end you ask to borrow one
because atm you're so done
SchimmelplusserI am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser of The Gate
The Gate that I alone designed
Designed to then create
Ingress and egress I control
Control and cater for
For I am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser of The Door
This is no place for normal men
Men nor Women of soundly mind
Mind is a place for Pooka seers
Seers of Magic, not wonder blind
So if one day your mind might wander
Wander down to Chumleys Rest
Rest here awhile, while you recover
Recover yourself at our behest
And when you're safely gathered in
In snugly fitting tied-back shroud
Shroud yourself in thing's mischievious
Mischievious Rabbits and Mr.Dowd.
And now I'm old and going senile
Senile Dementia is my reward
For I am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser on the ward
"Aaah! You're a very brilliant man"
Lead or Ink"Hey, hi," Whispered the pen
"Write with me, write, my friend
Because ink stays for miles
Ink never dies-"
But the humble pencil spoke
and said, "Don't listen to this thick-inked bloke.
ink can be tear stains
Of an artist's lost lives
and can be dangerous
telling permanent lies."
The pen spoke up once more,
trying to accomplish what he started before.
"But my friend, listen to me
you won't regret your choice, you see"
The pencil argued back, yet again
hoping to beat his pin-headed friend
"you write wrong, so you erase
and pencil something in it's place
Pens and markers smear and stain
liquid blackness falls like rain"
To this, the pen just said
"Don't pay attention to this dull-head
I think he's already running out of lead
But look at me, and grasp your mind,
I am pure elegance, the best kind!
Pencils snap and break, easily severed
But me, my friend, I'll stay forever!"
I shook my head at this pointless fight
I wouldn't use either, they both weren't right
I left my chair and went to my
To ALL My Crazy Friendsyou drive me up the walls
and I need a roll of duck tape
but you make my laugh
and you make me smile
I trip you in the halls
you punch me in the face
and I won't change a thing
well maybe give you a mute button
and yes I love you all
(not in the lez way)
like a sister
or a brother
if you're a boy
but I know you'll stand by my side
and pick me back up
and I never want to lose you
not even the ones
I wish I each time I see you
so laugh it up
because the next one say
I have a problem of glairing at people
you're getting punched in the face
Funny things my sister said/done (now a deviation)My little sister is a riot! She says random things that make no sense at all, then starts running around in circles. She is insane. But I love her, and she said that if I don't publish her jokes she will kill my ketchup. (I know, wtf!)
"Want me to liquefy your barbecue sauce?"
"A farmer slithers punishingly away from a coffee shop. He whistles when he spots an alligator next to a red statue, then he says, "How unexpected! I guess you can't be too careful."
My sister started drawing a portrait of me. She realized it looked more like Thor, so she started drawing Thor instead. Then, when she drew the eyes slanted, it looked more like Loki, so she started drawing Loki. She drew a crooked nose and a creepy smile. She then named it 'Ronald McDonald'.
"I'm wearing big girl panties!"
She suddenly yelled, "OMG A BANANA!" When I looked the other way, she hid cheese in my pasta.
"Never trust someone with a clown on their shirt"
Once, I touched her stuffed animal. Then, she said, "You paralyzed he
Penny Poem 1The saga continues,
You just won't give in.
So I'm writing another,
Because I want to win.
So you cut up my penny?
Who cares? Big deal!
I'll just find another,
'Cause that one won't heal.
Do you think it's fun,
Playing this game?
I'll take my turn,
And give this one a name.
This coin will be Sparkles,
Because it's so shiny.
If you don't like that,
Stop being whiney!
This penny's germ-free,
I boiled it too.
If you don't want to believe me,
Next time I'll give you two.
This penny is pretty,
The best you'll ever see.
The reason it's perfect:
You got it from me.
The war isn't over,
As much as you'd like.
You just can't beat me,
For I am Officer Mike!
Mike, First Chair French Horn in Wind Symphony, Facilities Lieutenant
I thought I'd be nice,
Sign only my name.
But you tried to brag,
Now I do the same.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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