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 Sep 2015
Afna S
Everything begins with an Introduction

A simple ‘hello’ could lead to something big.

It could lead to tears, heartbreak, silent desperate crying at 4am.

Or it could lead to laughs, contentment, and memories never forgotten.

First impressions are made in half a second, therefore it’s important to make them count.

Every person that comes into your life will change you, for the better or worse.

Every introduction will stay with you forever.
 Sep 2015
Emily Urban
It's so simple; nothing on this god forsaken bouncy ball can save us, except for those who make us believe we're breathing
 Sep 2015
Sadikshya Tripathi
I feel like ,I am lost somewhere
in the halfway of the jungle,
in the depth of the well,
where nobody can hear me,
noone can understand my pain
and only the thing i can do is
complete my busy schedules,
follow the journey of life
with a hope to see beam of light
to get everything I desire
and hope this busy life expire.
 Sep 2015
Bill murray
Did you hear about the butcher who backed into the meat grinder? He got behind in his work.

How do you embarrass an archaeologist? Give him a used ****** and ask him which period it came from.

What did the cannibal do after he dumped his girlfriend? Wiped his ****!

What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?  I want you inside me!
Joker day
 Sep 2015
Bill murray
What kind of bee's produce milk?
******* .
 Sep 2015
Edna Sweetlove
Whilst walking down the street
I heard a thunderous tweet;
'Twas a straining little bird
Who couldn't pass a ****.

The little thing was constipated,
Its **** wide dilated;
Tweeting loudly in mid-bog,
Trying to eject a log.

I observed with sympathetic heart
As it trumpeted out a ****;
Straining, chirping loud and long,
Letting off a foul and noisome pong.

I watched for nigh an hour
Its display of **** power;
Then a final intestinal pump
Produced a huge great steaming lump:

A mighty ball of faeces
(a giant of its species,
and total bumhole splitter
which shattered its feathered *******).
 Sep 2015
M
I've never felt quite so clean as when I woke up at dawn with bugs and sweat all over me after not showering for three days and I took a bath in a waterfall. I've never felt quite so clean as when the dust filled my eyes as I spun the loves of my life in circles. I've never felt quite so clean as when I kicked my shoes off and walked through the mud. I've never felt quite so clean as when I brushed my teeth in a room full of mold, body hair, and strange fluids. I've never felt quite so clean as when the smell of mildew seemed permanently embedded in my nostrils. I've never felt quite so clean as when I chose to sit in the ice cold and I wasn't sure I could do it but my friends, my friends, the truest friends I've ever had, knew my favorite song and they knew I needed help so they sang it I smiled and opened my eyes to a halo of light and darkness and love and isolation. I've never felt quite so clean as when my throat was raw from shouting and my skin was covered in charcoal and ash and the sweat dripped down my back as I was surrounded by pumping fists and bodies and spit from screams and I knew I was a leader then, I knew I belonged then. I've never felt quite so clean as when I stared up at the Milky Way, completely naked in the middle of the forest on a dirt road, walking next to a girl whose soul I dirtied and she looked at me and I knew I was forgiven and she sang to me a song that she shouldn't have. I've never felt quite so clean as when two of the dirtiest people that have ever existed, in two completely different ways, pulled together in the only light that shone through the cool new darkness of that night, while the whole of our worlds watched and we danced, we danced and they all laughed because they could see, and it wasn't what or who we were supposed to be, but in that moment it was the most clean that I have ever felt.
missing camp
 Sep 2015
The Broken Poet
Oh you silly boy
You tried to give me that bad boy crap
But I saw through your games
You may be riding tough
But your love is gentle
I reached for those loose curly wisps
My hands gotten lost in them
Oh you silly boy
You try and shield your eyes
But I know since you were a young boy you 've had to protect momma
But you were far too young for those older men
I see right through your act
I'm gonna knock your walls down and watch them crumble
I am yours and you are mine
No battles are fought alone
That 'ole worn out ball cap ain't fooling me, cowboy.
 Sep 2015
Iva McCarty
We Should Be
At a baseball game
Walking around our park
Sharing our favorite meal
Holding hands
Staring into each others eyes
Sharing stories
In bed, wrapped up in each other
Allowed to be together
Not afraid to be out in public
In the past where we were one.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss
 Sep 2015
Natalia mushara
Why yuo
Boyes calla gurl kute den turn rounde
To say she ugly.
I thinke yuo da ugly one.
 Sep 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


You've never known the devil dancing in the moon light,
Until vanity hits you in the face with a sack of fruit,
You've watched me my whole life,
Now it's my turn to watch you,
Situations and different places,
I have no idea how I got there,
Ah ! Man here comes the coppers , that's my cue,
You've watched me my whole life,
Now it's my turn to watch you,
Standing ovations to a life of purposeless conflicts,
Wouldn't wanna be in my shoes,
I'd rather you be you,
You've watched me my whole life,
Now it's time I believe in you.
Vanity
 Sep 2015
Bill murray
When your colon is swollen
Use a little milk of magnesia it will give you amnesia
To how sore your **** really is gonna be
Afterward's.
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