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BridgesWhen everything seems lost,
And all my bridges tumble down,
You're there to help me rebuild them-
Making the Bigger, better, stronger-
Only to tear them down again,
Using words you never knew,
could do so much damage.
But you're allways there-
Repairing them again and again-
In all my times of sorrow.
First SnowGlitter dust,
Fresh and white-
Yet shining silver,
In fragmented moonlight.
AdrenalineEnergy rushes past my spine,
Tingling sensations screaming
As my eyes snap open-
Wider and wider-
And my body begines to shake.
The sweet taste of Adrenaline,
Keeping me awake.
Next VictimOn the eve of their 18th birthdays
letters await them in the mail
telling them to report at noon the next day
they're going to war
now theyre overseas
rifles and gernades in hand
shooting at unseen enemies
in a war they didn't support in the first place
something explodes overhead
the smell of burnt flesh and dust fills the air
theyre laying on their backs on the ground
eyes open and unseeing
a father's lost a daughter
a mother's lost a son
a girlfriend's lost a boyfriend
and a child's lost a parent
but those running the game dont seem care
the names of the dead are just typed letters on paper
but only to them
21st CenturyIn the 60's
The population consited mostly of stoners and hippies.
In the 80's
People were carefree-stress free
Life was just way to easy
Now we're living in the 21st century
Counting carbs is the only way to be thin
Blonde is the new brunette
minus all the intelegence
and fast food controles all
Parents are to busy - to rich- to be parents
And children are becoming parents to young
So they push abstinence only programs
While the schools aren't teaching us what we realy need to know
and colleges can only be afforded by the rich
We raise our children to grow up to fast -
as porn stars or go-go dancers
only to complain about t
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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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