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[THE Moosed]

Friday Night LAN

Friday nights taste like energy drinks
And teenage boys
Still up at three AM shoving pizza into their faces
Red Bull, Bawls, Full Throttle, and a can of Whoopass
Sacred drinks
Techno music plays loudly
Boys are drunk on Counterstrike
And I’m the only girl
But I can still beat most of them
(My boyfriend at least, though sometimes I let him win)
Dance steps are practiced in the back room
To DDR- sound on full blast
Exhaustion takes over my body
But caffeine leaves me shaking with vigor
The world gets less and less coherent
But I can still taste the buzz of that last bit of caffeine
And the buzz of that last victory on Counterstrike
And the buzz if that last DDR game

[Sharp]

I am perfectly able to create something that could convince the average man that is was made by Dr. Seuss.

But I'm too lazy, so Nyeah.

[THE Moosed]

I'm just sitting here typing up poems from my notebook. So here's another!

Devour the day like a fat kid devours a Hershey bar
Eat it all at once and enjoy the fullness of it melting in your mouth
Lick the wrapper and find every tiny melting chocolate crumb
Let it leave a brown mark around your mouth and let it melt in your hands
Don’t be afraid to look like a spoilt child
When you suck on your obese fingers and lick the sides of your mouth
And when it’s all over and done with, ask for another one

[Guy]

Let's pertend we can spell!

[Mushroom Pie]

I'm pretty sure that that was on purpose.
_________________

[Guy]

Oh, hilarious!

[THE Moosed]

[Rocky Sullivan]

No offence, but your friday nights must suck.
_________________

[Yazz]

why? because she's the only girl?
_________________
"Everyone makes choices in this world, sometimes we choose right and sometimes we choose wrong, with that in mind no matter what we choose we should aim to have fun no matter what we are doing." Yazz

[Guy]

Conversaciones Muertas

Las conversaciones de las muertas hojas en la tormenta
Jamás serán entendidas; me rindo tratando de comprenderlas.

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Solitude Of A Stranded Ant

Where terrible solitude and the tears of the forgotten soldier are forged, there I take refuge,
Drying myself with words from languages never learned
From the dew of mornings never born.
Protecting myself with the vigilance of a dirty priest
From the bohemian animals which meander through the dawn,
Feeding off of cold stories, which crazy circumstance produces,
And of inopportune souls who per chance happen to lend some time to pleasure.
An abandoned nest is stumbled upon every corner,
A dripping faucet with the sound of thunder amidst the damp silence.
The migrating waves of an ocean’s name,
Socializing among themselves endlessly.
And in between such visions of a sober drunk, I fear he who has fled destruction:
His nightmares torment me in my solitude of a stranded ant,
And I cry because I do not know how to flee him who has fled,
And worse, his nightmares.

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Soledad De Hormiga Perdida

Donde nace la terrible soledad y las lagrimas del soldado olvidado, ahí me refugio,
Secándome con palabras de idiomas nunca aprendidos,
De la humedad de mañanas nunca nacidas.
Protegiéndome con vigilancia de sacerdote sucio
De los animales bohemios que andan por el atardecer
Alimentándose de historias frías que la loca circunstancia produce,
Y de almas inoportunas que por casualidad le prestan tiempo al buen gusto.
En cada esquina un nido abandonado,
Una llave goteando con sonido de trueno entre el húmedo silencio.
Las olas migratorias del nombre de un mar,
Socializando entre ellas mismas sin fin.
Y entre tales visiones de borracho ebrio, le temo al que ya huyó destrucción:
Sus pesadillas me atormentan en mi soledad de hormiga perdida
Y lloro porque no sé como huirle al que ya ha huido,
Y peor, a sus pesadillas.



(I like the way poetry sound in Spanish better, thus the dual translation. In fact, I write all of my poetry in Spanish first and then translate it.)

[Mavhunter]

The Burning Bees

the bees, they swarm throughout the comb
this, the place they all call home.
they all mindlessly slave away without a thought;
they're content with their robotic rhythm taut.

one bee, however, notices the trend.
he cannot continue his life around this bend.
he stops, the line continues on,
this manic conga continues for long.

he approaches a pile in the base and makes a stand,
declares his displeasure to to the other bees in the land.
the shout falls upon deaf ears,
the dance craze continues for years.

one other, while continuing his job,
turns his head and this comment he lobs:
"kid, you can't and shouldn't revolt
just keep still and all worries be naught".

the protester, enraged by such ignorance, searches for the queen,
but alas, the drum of the feet is as irresistable as its ever been.
he can't escape, and is taken in.
his life becomes but a whim.

the queen stays the course, but to the bees,
you gotta put all the trust in the lead.
the home, by fire it has now burned through,
though in the past, this the bee had knew.
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[Yazz]

Unnoticed but still existent one man sets to change his destiny,
Unwavering and still in motion this man can succeed,
Tested and beset by trials he lets no misfortune hinder him,
Uplifted and inspired to never cease his dreams.
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"Everyone makes choices in this world, sometimes we choose right and sometimes we choose wrong, with that in mind no matter what we choose we should aim to have fun no matter what we are doing." Yazz

[Guy]

Are you writing the trailer lines for Rocky VI?

[Yazz]

Rocky X
im getting a little ahead of my self
_________________
"Everyone makes choices in this world, sometimes we choose right and sometimes we choose wrong, with that in mind no matter what we choose we should aim to have fun no matter what we are doing." Yazz

[Chazaq]

droplets of dust cling to the tips of eyelashes in the night
spinning and spinning for the sweet clutch of unconscious desire
gnaw through this thick plateau of perfect restless comfort