Writers Challenge #4

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  1. Nebulaz

    Nebulaz fear God, not man

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    for this one, you'll be taking on the role of someone either a student, or teenager moving out of your parents house. Basically you are packing up, cleaning out, and sorting through memorable items such has pictures, old toys, stories you wrote. and you remember all the good times you had and foreshadow into all the good times you'll miss.

    neb.
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  2. Mind~$oul

    Mind~$oul I'm Pretty

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    thanks neb
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  3. !Mpulse

    !Mpulse Who is really illy ill???

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    im sorry if im interupting anything, but im kinda curious on this.. is this somethin for certain people? or anyone that wants to? cuz i see you got the #4 up there, and was wonderin if it was like a contest you all were havin or somethin
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  4. Feme Sole

    Feme Sole Mrs. _Evil

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    youre not allowed to participate :(


    sike naw the 4 is just because it is the 4th writers challenge we have had......you can do it :)
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  5. !Mpulse

    !Mpulse Who is really illy ill???

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    haha thanx feme... whos all doin it?
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  6. lpoet

    lpoet POET

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    whoever wants to do it
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  7. 49th Prophet

    49th Prophet Dark Magic Inferno

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    FUCK!
    why cant they understand ANYTHING I SAY!?
    Im NOT a fucking failure FUCK IM NOT GONNA STAY!
    Its MY FUCKING LIFE! I'll show you one day
    these words you call waste are my career as I spray
    Im not jus making noise im NOT GONNA FUCKIN OBEY
    your communism tactics halting my lyrical practice
    FUCK! YES I GOT CHRONIC STORED UNDER MY MATTRESS
    FUCK! YES I DRINK AT SCHOOL AND FAIL ALL MY CLASSES
    but FUCK, is it MY fault I couldnt be myself?
    ITS YOUR FUCKING RESTRAINTS THATS ENDANGERING MY FUCKIN HEALTH!
    FUCK IT! NO MORE thats it Im gone
    Im gonna grab all my shit Im sick of being wrong
    I start diggin through my boxes, there I find a song
    I wrote to a girl in 10th grade, blue eyes and blonde
    Hmmm..I wonder if I could find her
    under some old books I dig out my black binder
    and yearbook signed by poems and one-liner's
    I see an old card my parent's gave me on my birthday
    that strikes a tear, cuz now I wanna leave them in the worst way
    Theres some pictures of me as a tyke
    smiling as I sit on my new bike
    my old dog, he was my best friend
    times were different, I was so happy then
    A letter from my grandparents brings it all back
    smiling, laughing, christmas mornings and summers past
    bright days when the sky was still blue
    when nobody criticized about my dreams coming true
    I wanna say Im sorry, I want to so bad
    the ink runs off these poems as my tearss drop, so sad
    the fact that once I was able to smile, I got the pictures to prove it,
    so why is it that now I when I talk I struggle not to lose it,
    well the struggle will soon be over, Im restarting
    Im gonna have my life back, once again, im departing
    fuck,
    why cant they understand anything i say?
    Im not a failure, Im not gonna stay
    Its my life, I'll show them one day.
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  8. misspimp

    misspimp a.k.a KATURAH

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    BEuatiful!!! I loved every single line of this....its so much like my situation, and so much different...all the frustration, the emotion, it all just leaped out of this poem....Loved it!!!

    mad love
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  9. my house is like an empty echo
    no return
    I churn out tears mother looking concerned
    I dont wanna leave but i gotta take my turn
    she knows it more than me
    the same as i will eventually learn
    that flying the nest is at best becoming independant
    its time to take more spend less and be more attentive..
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  10. RxQueen

    RxQueen Worship. Play.

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    Today's the day I say good bye.
    Momma looks out the window.
    Daddy reads the paper.
    The old swing set is rusted and crooked.
    I chipped my tooth on the slide.
    Momma says she remembers, but now there's lint on her housecoat.
    How did these get here so fast?
    Daddy's eyes glance at a photo.
    Technicolor smiles in front of a faded backdrop.
    The family was so happy.
    You can see my chipped tooth in the picture.
    Daddy didn't look at the camera that day.
    I always wondered why.
    He looks at Momma, then back to his paper.
    Reading the same obituary over and over.
    My room is bare now.
    The mattress clean and unused.
    It looks so barren.
    Lifeless.
    Faded tape marks where I hung all my posters at.
    Momma says I shouldn't have been pushed so hard.
    Pushed so far away.
    Daddy's different now.
    He doesn't cry anymore.
    Momma doesn't cry anymore.
    She speaks in hushed tones when he talks.
    As though she were talking about a disease.
    I sit on the floor of my room.
    Photos stuck together.
    My old stuffed bunny still in the box.
    Covered in dust, faintly smelling of powder and mildew.
    I hold him tight.
    These pictures of us when we were younger don't tell the truth.
    The camera lies.
    I breathe in deep and hold the bunny tighter.
    Today's the day I say good bye.
    Face the world.
    Leave my parents behind.
    I put the bunny back in the box.
    With a kiss, I think that something's gotta stay behind.
    When Momma feels lonely, she can come across the bunny and the old pictures.
    Hold them in the corner.
    And finally cry for all the things that should have been.
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  11. h.wood

    h.wood IMAGINATION SUPER STAR

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    my face is hot but these tears are cold
    if i stay here any longer im going to fu<king explode
    if i could i'd form bullets from this pain , create a few rounds and unload
    didnt you think that the child you shunned would one day grow old?
    "the only one you planned is the one you dont want " is not something a child should be told
    i lived in the corner
    i kept a book to my nose
    i did all the your chores
    wiped my tears on the laundry i had to fold
    how was i to know that damp cloth would mold?
    thats it
    i'm done
    i have to change this mode
    the weight of your words were so heavy to hold
    but my knees never buckled
    and now my backbones like stone.
    there is just one thing before i go....
    "thanks for being the only mother i plan to never know"
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  12. !Mpulse

    !Mpulse Who is really illy ill???

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    they were all good so far, rxqueen... wow.. loved it.. im gonna write mine now, be back
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  13. !Mpulse

    !Mpulse Who is really illy ill???

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    "Sayin Goodbye"

    I was 17 years old
    and ready to say goodbye to my mother and father
    as i lay down
    on my matress i've owned since i was little
    i wanted to cry
    but it was impossible
    sorting through my pictures
    me as baby, me as a kid
    looking at the rare form of my smile
    i just could not force one upon my face
    i just couldnt stand it
    all the abuse, all the yellin
    but now look at them
    sad, depressed, lost
    without me
    they tried so hard to get rid of me
    but they lay there in pity now that im gone
    i glared down at stains in my carpet
    i remember how hard i tried to get them out
    but they didn't
    atleast they match my crimson painted walls
    i wondered out of my room
    and down the stairs
    walked pass my mother, she's in pain
    i can tell
    now she knows how i feel, everynight
    my father sat there silent
    didn't say a word, not like him usual self
    holdin a bottle of jack daniels
    like always, he hasn't changed much
    i can tell
    i walked out onto the porch, none of them said a word
    i couldn't quite figure out why
    my little sister of age ten
    swung herself slowly
    her head down, crying
    i went over to her and said sorry, but she ignored me
    i found my way out the yard
    depressed
    knowing that somethin was quite not right
    somethin was wrong, i could sense it
    as i went out to sidewalk
    there on the curb, i saw our trashcan
    some things were visable, it was to full
    i lifted the lid off the trashcan
    and gasped
    stood back
    after seing bloody towels fill it up
    then it all made sense
    i looked at my wrists in disbelief
    i had already said goodbye
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  14. Dark_Angel

    Dark_Angel Dark_Angel

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    these are all really quality peices, great work...49th yours was amazing and h.wood great, the rest are all so good
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  15. Xero Satsujin

    Xero Satsujin OnLy gOd kNoWs oR Goes

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    I aint gettin into this, but man, I swear, Prophet! OFF THE FUCKIN HOOK!!!! I love that poem, lol...!mpulse would take runner up, but the Prophet got this one in the bag, lol...Man, I loved that shit yo...
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  16. SEDSO

    SEDSO New Member

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    Dope Shit Prophet!! Reminds Me Of Something Old Eminem Would Write. Tight Wordplay!!
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  17. 49th Prophet

    49th Prophet Dark Magic Inferno

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    ...wow... thanks for the love, I honestly didnt expect any feedback from this piece so Im in shock seeing what you guys wrote.....its greatly appreciated, thank you.

    much love

    peace
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  18. ffsup2jack

    ffsup2jack New Member

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    Look at me
    I was so happy
    That's when it was all about
    me and my mommy.
    Before he came and stole her away
    I was the one who made her day.
    But now it's him, he is all she needs
    She don't fuckin care if I live or breathe
    But that's a'ight
    She'll need me 'fore I need her
    and I ain't bout to stay here and suffer.
    Who the hell he sp'ose to be anyway
    she didn't ask me if he could stay.
    Last year we spent New Years together
    just me and mamma
    now she all about him, fuck dat drama.
    How could you pick a dick ova yo own flesh
    that's why I'm leaving, I think that's best.
    Cuz if I have to spend one more night in this bitch
    ain't no telling who gone catch my fist.
    I'm gonna miss you mamma but I can't stay
    You made your choice, you made it this way.
    So do yo thing and I'll do mine
    and it ain't even my fault this time.
    This whole shit is just fuckin wack
    So I'm outta here and I ain't comin back.
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  19. Surreal The A.D. Prophet

    Surreal The A.D. Prophet Wondrous Poetic

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    everyday the same shit
    if i stay i may maim him

    mothafucka think hes the big bad wolf
    well i got one shot that says he aint

    so need to leave
    funny how shit plays out

    told me to go
    didnt expect me to stay out

    good times?
    my solitude
    my me
    untouched
    unscarred
    unbound

    my me

    i dont need that bastard
    funny though...i always knew that

    that was his problem

    never liked my knowing

    too bad

    you can blow the house down mr big bad

    but its yours

    you need to live in it

    i dont
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  20. !Mpulse

    !Mpulse Who is really illy ill???

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    ^^^loved the last 4 lines...
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