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Aug 17, 2012 12:07PM
XD Haha, very funny. Did you teach it not to rip peoples' heartstrings right out of their chests?
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EJ, Zombie, Ugly wrote: "Oh, when I realized I didn't care was a year ago...It REALLY started in 3rd Grade...
I'm a starting Senior in High School and giving a presentation (hopefully) on bullying to middle and elementary..."
Oh gosh, total ditto!
Last year, i was like fuck you all in the middle of the hallway. I'm glad about I did it, cause after that for the first time I actually made real friends.
I am trying to convince my teacher to have a presentation about bullying. Because I noticed that some people don't even realize how emotionally they are breaking someone in the name of jokes. It is quite personal to me since my bro is one of the biggest bullies I have met. Which is why I wanna take up teen psychology in future.
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It REALLY started in 3rd Grade...
I'm a starting Senior in High School and giving a presentation (hopefully) on bullying..."
ADSHLKGHALSDKGHLK#$%#H$LKH#L!K^$H#L!!!!!!!!
SAME FOR THE BROTHER THING!
(as a child, he pushed me out a window... twice)
._.
i is scurred now...
The bullying for me started in primary school, when the kids started getting mean and judgemental. I nipped that thing in the bud. They left me alone after that.
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we just changed schools because my sister needed a highschool to go to. :)
They didn't mind that I was getting bullied or something. They KNEW it was going on (so did the teachers) but no one stopped them.
Oh well, Just let it go I say.
I saw them one last time while I was in a parade. I was throwing candy from the back of a truck and they saw me and shouted for me to throw more candy at them. Granted, these are the people who shoved grass and dirt in my mouth.
You know what I did:
I threw them more candy and I never saw them again.
GOOD RIDDANCE, I say.
LOL. Did you aim for the right places with this candy?
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What I wish now: I had suckers and better aim.
Idea = STICK TO THE EYE!
But no. It was tootsie rolls and I threw it normal.
Stupid young me.
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Good thinking. From now on carry hummus in case of emergency.
I think I read Hummer instead of Hummus, still the idea works
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Do what the shepherds say.
They would never lead you astray.
Stay safely in the prairie. Stay.
Don't leave. Don't wander away.
Be careful if the lambs decided to play
for if they wander off, they'll have to be flayed.
The crook of their staffs can comfort the sheep,
or crack on their heads; put them in a deep sleep.
"But the staff protects us from the wolves that creep,
by keeping us safe and warm in our keep."
"But what happens when any one of you makes a peep?"
"He takes that one away no matter how much we weep."
So are you really safe here
or are you just trapped in fear?
Are you afraid of the queer
little sounds outside? Of the dear
little shepherd, you hold so near?
But now I'm a "danger." "A trickster of sheep."
The shepherd will come and put me to sleep.
Do not cry for me. Do not despair, do not weep.
Promise me this instead-- That you will be free.
Don't have the wool pulled over your eyes. See!
Hush now, my children, and listen to me.
Close your eyes now. Drift off to sleep.
Promise me when you awaken from your slumber so deep,
When you open your eyes, you will no longer be sheep.
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I walk through these
hallowed halls we knew.
I walk through these
haunteds dreams I once knew.
These dreams I slept on,
are starting to peel,
starting to fester,
starting to die.
Black ashen flakes float
down from the walls that
I used to love with all
of my heart and my soul.
Ashen veins begin to pulse
as they snake their way
across the floor, the ceiling,
the walls I walk past now.
I fall over for I tire
so easily now that it's done.
The veins creep and wrap
around my ankles and wrists.
I can't leave here anymore.
I'm stuck in this nightmare.
The flames start with the fury.
They lick up and down the walls.
These fiery dancers that twist
and twirl and skip in the air,
letting out a crackle, a laugh,
that tinkles throughout the hall.
The fire licks across the floor
towards my paralyzed corpse.
I don't feel the spritely fire
lick up my legs slowly, surely.
I don't feel my legs blacken
and crispen. I don't feel my
arms shrivel under the intense
heat and glow of my passion.
I am finding that dying is easy.
It isn't nearly as painful as I
thought it would be. I blink and
everything is gone once more.
The veins have vanished.
The flames have finally fled.
The ashes have apparated.
The burned body is still broken...
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I walk down this path in the forest,
the wolves and monsters watch me go.
They watch me with yellow and red
eyes and dripping mouths of black.
I bow my head as I walk along the dirt.
I'm safe as long as I don't leave the
path that guides me along my way.
It never winds, it never strays.
The tree's leaves above me are green,
but as I continue down the path,
they slowly wilt and crust to grey,
which falls off the trees to black.
The trees begin to wither and fade
from the sides of the path they guard.
The leaves continue to fall to the
hard packed earth of the trail.
I can't see the path anymore.
It's lost to my eyes now.
My feet tremble beneath me.
I don't know where to go.
I stop in the middle of the path,
the eyes of the forest watch me,
I stay there and sit on the ground
as the monsters and wolves approach.
I am trapped.
There's no escape.
I'm a goner.
I'm dead.
As they begin to creep steadily
onward towards my still body,
the darkness follows them,
swallows them, feasts on them.
The darkness begins to drip towards
me. The darkness encircles my legs.
It drips up my legs and around my
center as it curls and wraps...
It goes into my mouth and down my throat,
it's slimy and sticky and doesn't go down.
I choke... I gag... I suffocate in the dark.
My eyes go black and my body begins to die.
My body is slowly going.
I can't feel it anymore.
I'm dying... I'm dying...
and no one can save me now.
Mod
I stand on the ledge
overlooking the dark
ominous ocean beneath
me. I'm perched here.
The waves crash and break
into the wall of rock
that I'm balancing on so
precariously and dangerously.
The water can swell and waves
can build as much as they want
but still there is no froth...
only darkness and shadows.
The wind whips past my hair,
sending out tendrils of darkness
from my scalp that snakes out
lashes past my face like a whip.
As the base begins to erode,
I can feel my tower shaking,
breaking so slowly that I
know I'm going to fall down.
Pieces of rock crumble down
disintegrate into the acidic
black that is trying to tear
me from my safety and hope.
Until finally, the stone and
rock can take no more beating.
Their fortitude has been smashed
their hope has been demolished.
The cracks start to form and they
travel up higher and higher until
they finally reach the ground
that holds me up, under my feet.
I tip forward with the rock as it
falls like a mighty warrior into
the sea. My friend, my wall, my castle...
No more. I'm tossed from its surface.
And I fall down deep into the waves,
into the darkness where none can swim,
into the black where none can survive,
into the evil, the dead-tossed waves.
Mod
In a perfect world,
peeping toms would be blind
and pain would be unknown.
In a perfect world,
murders would be unheard of
and wars would be a myth.
In a perfect world,
I could not exist
the way I am.
For in a perfect world,
nothing can be hurt
or broken.
And I have
too many scars
to be allowed in.
LOVED this one!
Mod
The sirens blare
as the cars blaze
down the highway.
A man is lead
in handcuffs
to one of these cars.
A woman lies on a gurney,
pointing at the man
and crying,
"He hit me,
over and over,
again and again!
He called me trash
and said I was garbage.
He said I deserved it!"
she burst again into tears.
No one understands
where this came from.
The man was always nice,
so kind when in town.
How did this happen?
His parents visit
him in the lock-up.
His mother forced in.
They talk.
He listens.
No one leaves.
"Get me some coffee,"
he orders.
And his wife gets up.
Bruises on her arms,
a few weeks old,
"Your mother's finally learning..."
WOWAlso, the title reminded me of some article I read in an old issue of reader's digest, a man who was a russian spy working in a high position in FBI got caught and was put into jail for more than 20 years. Apparently since his three kids were going into debts and all, he got his youngest son, who thought his father a hero even though he was in jail, to spy in place for him to get money and the son eventually got better than his father at some point. The point is, in the end, the son could've spent his adulthood in jail but even then his father is still his hero.
Ok, so I don't know why I posted this but I felt like it ;D
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One drips down.
A second follows after.
The first one ripples out,
spreads like a wave
over the torpid face.
The second one fights it
as its own waves beat
against those of the first.
And then the rest of the sea
crashes down around them
and all reason is lost
between the raindrops
and the ripples
they create.
