See, you distract me, but I'm distracted without you
I don't know how to focus, baby, teach me how to
'Cause I'm standing still again
But if you love me, just like the way that I love you
I wouldn't mind a little comforting from you
Why do I let you in my head?
And I gotta go sometimes, but you're always on my mind
Best posts made by Haunter
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Helplessly ..by Tatiana manaois
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Is life worth it's title?
With many men the question of life's worth is answered by a temperamental optimism which makes them incapable of believing that anything seriously evil can exist. Our dear old Walt Whitman's works are the standing text-book of this kind of optimism. The mere joy of living is so immense in Walt Whitman's veins that it abolishes the possibility of any other kind of feeling:
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"Black" ain't a criminals mask!
You have heard this poem before.
You have heard the unoriginal repetitious poetics
of a shot of a shot of a shot singeing the night air - of
shell casings on concrete and cases of claims of standard police procedure -
of cases of batons and bullets that leave red and white and blue
on black and bullets in brown bodies
and bullets in sleeping bodies and bullets in running bodies
and bullets in bodies holding umbrellas or
holding pens or holding other things that look like guns or reaching for -
he was reaching for -
they say she was reaching for some expectation of dignity, service, and protection This is an unoriginal poem about police brutality.
You will hear the same sets of metaphors once more - white security -
verdicts of innocence - inconsequential bodies of evidence - ballistics and emergency lights, repetitious, circling around and around
like circular stories like unoriginal poems like a red stream of consciousness flowing through senses punctured
like sentences punctuated with bullet-like precision again and again - There is really nothing new here.
This is as unoriginal as a mundane untouched sheet
of white paper or granddad's white *** sheets
untouched in closets beside uniforms or uniform otherwise spotless records -
You have heard these uniform stories before, I imagine.
So why write? Why bother? Why do pens and tongues and lungs feel so heavy
when stories seem to repeat themselves? Entertainment markets demand innovation. The same story again and again gets old, I am told.
We'd rather plug our ears, and so there is silence in waiting for newness to appear. Silence: like the eerie stillness of prisons and profits,
of plantations and poverty churned out in steady cycles
of factory-like production - '
Call it run-of-the-mill:
not poetic, but prosaic like the still persistence of the largest private prison corporation traded on the
New York Stock Exchange -
like the silence of stock ticker tapes circulating at the bottom of TV screens -
an economics of morbidity -
a market that demands an endless supply of unremarkable names -
like Sammy Yatim
like Fredy Villanueva
like Amadou Diallou
like Kathryn Johnson
like Neil Stonechild
like - Are you tired yet?
Then put down your scorecards.
Set your aesthetics aside.
There will be no originality tonight, because the same old stories
out there mean the same old stories up here,
so this will stop being cliché when that stops being cliché -
when clichés are no longer scripted in blood stuttering like -
stuttering like -
stuttering like last breaths along sidewalks
Until then, chalk this up as one more outline,
another empty shell of a thing - Just one more unoriginal poem.By Dexter Adams & James Hudson
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Rockstar ...by DaBaby
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop -
Are the police really keeping us safe?
a “safe” world is not one in which the police keep black and other marginalized people in check through threats of arrest, incarceration, violence and death....
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Football fever!!
Football fever
Gripping all over
Fierce battles
Fittingly fought
Triumphant team
Winning accolades
Late night parties
Crowded countrymen
Celebrations galore
Shining south africa
Dazzling lighting
Quizzing questions
Is it day in night!
I turnaround
Weeping west africa
Crying countrymen
Impoverished infants
Hunger stricken
Poverty at peak
Food ball fever
Gripping all over
Quizzing questions
Is it night in day -
I think you're swell...by Matt benette
You're the nugget in my ChickenMc
The peanuts in my butter
Adding fiber to our diets
Beneficial for each other
You're a piece of dental floss and I am the teeth
You're Aretha Franklin, I'm r-e-s-p-e-c-t
You're baby giraffe and I'm and a safety ranger
You're the father and ghost, I'm baby Jesus in the manger
Our love spans 40 acres, filled with apple trees
You're Thanksgiving, I'm the turkey
You're Akeelah, I'm the bee -
RE: Are the police really keeping us safe?
@Allison i know right? It's like they see African Americans as terrorists and not just African Americans even some Mexicans!..#fuckthepolice
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Punami....6ix9ine
Jiggy lil' bitch, jiggle on the dick
Watery, she puckerin' and shit, guzzle, guzzle it
Eat it, she a doggie ass bitch, muzzle up her shit
She just want the ecstasy and shit
Drippy, drippy in this bitch
Yeah, that bitch'll pop it if I tip her
Bend her up, dick her
Pockets on Monopoly, big big spender
Big big tipper, big big tricker
Big big pockets on my big big dick-a -
Theory:Area 51<do alien's exist??
You first read about "William" in an unauthorized article by Philip J. Imbrogno entitled UFO's: Close Encounters of the Tristate Kind. The article was published in the February 1990 issue of the Mid Westchester edition of Spotlight Magazine.
A more detailed synopsis of his UFO encounter was again published in another unauthorized work by Philip J. Imbrogno. This time, "William's" name was changed to "Greg" and it appeared in the 1997 book Contact Of The 5th Kind. "Greg's" chilling account of UFO abduction and alien contact is documented on pages 66-70 under the section entitled "The Night Terror".
Mr. Imbrogno, a Westchester, New York based UFO investigator, researcher and author, lost touch with "Greg" shortly after his UFO abduction experience and subsequent hypnosis session back in 1988. Little did Mr. Imbrogno know, but the most shocking part of the account was yet to take place.
In 1992, the authorized account of "Greg's" encounters appeared in the appendix of a mainstream book by a well-known and respected author (More about this later). For the first time in print, "Greg's" identity was revealed. Tens of thousands of people now know what really happened to "Greg" and the truth is earth shattering! Read on as the young man who lived through this ordeal, Larry, shares his experiences in their entirety
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Gooba...by tekashi nd 6ix 9ine
Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her
As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater
You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaserNow we catch him at the chicken spot, up a couple chops
Pop that nigga with a hundred shots, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
DayDay made that nigga Diddy Bop, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
He thought we was gon' knuckle up, bitch, I don't box
And these niggas always talkin' shit, yadda-yadda-ya -
RE: Who else feels like, like just screaming!!
@Katherine-k El amor no espera jajaja
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Love not war.... Jason derulo
I know money can't buy, buy, buy your love
I guess I didn't try, try hard enough
But we could work this like a nine-to-five
Oh, oh
Mama told me stop playin', playin' all the games
Steady throwin' dollars, expectin' change
But every war ends the same -
Make me your radio..by gym class heroes
My hearts a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh
Make me your radioTurn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo -
RE: Hey, how's your day so far?,🤠
@kaia_ lucky...soo jelous
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Unchained Melody..by the righteous brothers.
Woah, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me -
Hey..🙂me again,.. please take time to reflect on your day and wish that one person a goodnight...👌😁
You really are my number one best friend,
There really is no one that can contend,
We always have so much fun together,
Always good times when we’re with each other,So thanks @kenziedarling , for being so great,I look forward to the future, with my best mate,Another days over and the future is closer,Get ready for tomorrow,
It’s going to be another smoker! -
Feeling down?read this, you'll feel better.
Life is crazy
And totally unpredictable...
It's going to push you over,
Kick you while you're down,
And hit you when you try to get back up.
Not everything can beat you.
Things are going to change you,
But you get to choose which ones you let change you.
Listen to your heart,
Follow your dreams,
And let no one tell you what you're capable of.
Push the limits,
Bend the rules,
And enjoy every minute of it.
Laugh at everything.
Live for as long as you can.
Love all,
But trust none.
Believe in yourself,
And never lose faith in others.
Settle for nothing but only the best,
And give 110% in everything you do.
Take risks,
Live on the edge,
Yet stay safe,
And cherish every moment of it.
Life is a gift.
Appreciate all the rewards,
And jump on every opportunity.
Not everyone's going to love you,
But who needs them anyway?
Challenge everything,
And fight for what you believe.
Back down to nothing,
But give in to the little things in life,
After all, that is what makes you.
Forget the unnecessary,
But remember everything.
Bring it with you everywhere you go.
Learn something new,
And appreciate criticism.
Hate nothing,
But dislike what you want.
Never forget where you came from,
And always remember where you are going.
Live life to its fullest,
And have a reason for everything,
Even if it's totally insane.
Find your purpose in life,
And live it!Thanks... for reading, now go live life..