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    dots Submission Name: Peace... Is Best Left For Presidentsdots

    Author: screamALEX
    ASL Info:    19/M/PA
    Elite Ratio:    3.87 - 40/93/49
    Words: 285
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsPeace... Is Best Left For Presidentsdots

    Peace Love And Understanding… Is Best Left For Presidents

    Sticks and stones could break your bones.
    But one word could shatter your soul.
    Not again, not tonight…
    Marching forward in the light,
    an army…
    an army willing to give my life.

    The taste of tears is getting old.
    This thought is taking hold…
    Seize this rotting ball of flesh decayed,
    and form a bullet of fist clenched hate.
    I’ll take back what is mine,
    my dignity is what’s left of mine.

    Your quick to judge,
    but motherfucker I’m quicker.
    I could feel your hate a glare away,
    eating at my tolerance day after day.
    Now you’ll feel a force,
    like you’ve never felt before.
    I’m on a new path,
    a path to settle the score.

    Your death through my eyes,
    is the course of action to take back my life.
    You will fall from grace for the words that you’ve spoken
    and you’ll pay with flesh for the bones that you’ve broken.
    Those fifteen minutes of fame,
    now become your fifteen minutes of shame,
    just the price you pay for the games you’ve played.
    One tragedy to bring you to your knees,
    heart skipping a beat,
    you’ll wish you never fucked with me.

    Words simply provoke me now,
    hate has never been professed so loud.
    I will never again hide from you,
    never to hide from view.
    What’s it feel like to be in the path of belligerence,
    fueled by something more than raw ignorance?

    I will never be afraid again,
    never be ashamed again.
    For I am my killing hand,
    never changing ‘til the end.
    I am your constant death,
    never ending ‘til your last breath.

    Submitted on 2007-01-26 11:48:46     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no man, this is a masterpiece, stand back, it bites, same that i used to wrote, a revengeful thought to descendants of venus corrupted with hera, men a sack of sarcasm will teach them a lesson, anyway i wanna ask you, what are clenched and belligerence mean?sorry considering i'm an indonesian.
    | Posted on 2007-02-02 00:00:00 | by Soldier O_Tears | [ Reply to This ]
      oh this is angry...a bit to grrr for me darling, yet...I did much enjoy it.

    sincerest affections
    | Posted on 2007-02-01 00:00:00 | by madhatress | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh my good grief...Lord and saviour huh...blah

    Ok I love the whole flow of this poem, your wording and thought pattern make it an easy read. Yet what rocks most is the message. Don't cross this line or it will be your last time ; )

    Oh...and that includes the language...it is fitting here and I don't personally use it in mine but I don't discourage others from using it in theirs.

    Good job
    | Posted on 2007-01-30 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
      your poem had no comments, perhaps is it because its length puts off people?...
    But i am loving the words u use- "Sticks and stones could break your bones" Wow!! That was simply great- i continue reading...but one word could shatter your soul- shatter here is a good word... an aarmy willing to give my life, how i love that sarcasm.

    tears getting old, rotting ball of flesh decayed, form a bullet of fist clenched hate, Your death through my eyes,
    is the course of action to take back my life...

    then i could not read anymore...i have a problem with bad language... but it was coming out as a good poem...ever acceptd Jesus to be your Lord and personal saviour?
    | Posted on 2007-01-28 00:00:00 | by nevender | [ Reply to This ]

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