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Daddy's Boy
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Justin, you're not smoking again, are you? You know puppies & kitties won't come to you if you stink like cigarettes! -- I Didn't Do It !  The coolest lil kid on this site. Not just a lil kid no more Now I'm just a lil bit immature. Not a brat pack member, I'm the original BRAT ! Man,I get blamed for evrything around here!  WoW! I lost about 600 posts! Executive Committee - Site President PREZ D. lol If you think the mods are completely brain-dead, put this in you sig. |
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Metalfan011
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DB to answer your question No*, but I was tempted to again. I told off the peeps that were trying to get me too. Anyways this new poem is well it's Dark. It's political and if you've ever heard of the Great Depression you'll understand everything in this new poem.
Hour of Need
I watched the world we live in crumble to dust. This world is on fire at the thought of living in a war torn country. This depression depraves the needy and the middle man is just to cold and hungry to move along. Baptized in a lake of fire, screaming gods’ good name. Emptiness is filling me like a void, left alone in a sea of cinders.
I watched as the places I knew were burned to ashes, my blood as warm as the sun ran cold as ice. The streets run red with blood, children screaming for a meal they can no longer eat. Bloated corpses stretched out in the streets of this city. Children cry for there parents that are dead in the streets, I watch the country crumble at its foundation. The end of all things morally correct, corruption in this time of need.
This countries hour of need has come. The streets are filled with corpses, gutters full of blood. Something erupted in this horrid town. Where was this government that organizes us? The stench of decay and ruptured organs this government laughing at what they’ve done. Taste my sweet poison on your lips.
Streets full of corpses stretched out forces. I hear the guns in the distance, making crying children motherless. This world cannot change it’s tendencies to make war. Sweet sickly stench of decay fills my nostrils with a heavenly horror. Where were you when we needed you most?
Written by Justin Thomas Baker on October 27, 2009 at 4:35AM
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Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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Metalfan011
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Heres a bump. Mainly so peeps can read what I've written.
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Hello everyone this is Nintendorox!
Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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scooby doo
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ahh good idea
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not so new to wetting
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night wetter
scooby briefs in the day
pampers cruisers at night
scooby doo rocks!!!
scooby dooby doo
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Metalfan011
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Oct 31, 2009 7:31 AM
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Very very dark. It reflects my mood. Enjoy.
Darkness
I still remember the days of yesteryear. The days when the world was still free from this teenage letdown. Life is just a joke to me now, I sit and I weep waiting for my savior. Where are you? I need you more than ever. Help me through this dark day.
Let me be free from my sins. Will you stay with me today or leave me for tomorrow? I disgust myself at this lust of a dream. Hate is all I can muster; courage fading my life is a blur in a dream. The angels are dead. My heart is colder than ice; the fire that ran in my veins is gone. I feel so guilty, my angel, my savior where are you? Wasted again I watch your path spiral down to a problem again. My problems are my own; you’re no father to me.
Wasting away, the sickness is rising inside me again. I feel the anger consume my soul. How can I call you something your not? I’ve been left behind for one last time, this time inside its damn well the last time. Forever entwined in your web of lies, my heart in your hands. What am I to you? All I see in your eyes is disgust. In the fights we’ve had all will be revealed when I’m gone and there’s no one left for you to hate.
I am beaten and broken. I bear these scars and curses out of the guilt that they share. Why am I the bearer of such a curse? Every thing is dark. My body decays in a shallow grave. Life is a cemetery because we all end up in one. Pull this plug let the life drain out of me. Set me free, gods will is a lie. The angles are crying tears of blood. This fragile life has lost all meaning.
Life can no longer go on. This is the end. Darkness sets in to fill the void; those who lived in the light are no longer the same as those who are touched by the darkness of him. He alone can atone for the sins I’ve committed. I’m sick of the lies. Darkness is everywhere.
Is it so hard to believe that I’m real? So many deny my existence, redemption is no longer possible. These arctic blue eyes of mine pierce the veil of darkness. Pessimistic, I see this glass as half empty. Where were you when you were needed? I will never accept you; this fire inside of me is a pit of ash. The grey feeling is gone. I’ve been at war with myself for years.
Get to the point, the voices scream out to me in my dreams. Time to forget the pain of it all. When I look to the stars I feel you with me. The darkness is creeping deep inside me threatening to escape driving me insane with every passing day.
Written by Justin Thomas Baker at 5:28AM on October 31, 2009
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Hello everyone this is Nintendorox!
Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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Metalfan011
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Nov 7, 2009 6:44 AM
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More new stuff. Dark, to reflect my style. Hope you all can take time out of your days to read it.
Bitter lights
I see the ending lights. There is neither past, nor a present where I head. I walk amongst the dead, bitter agony twists my contorted form. Corpses litter my path; blood is running in the gutters. Twisted faith of mine, haunting visions of the dead run through my mind.
They say that faith shall be our saving grace. How can this be when I have lost all faith in humanity? Darkness washes over the earth, children crying tears of blood. A Rose is no more meaningful to the dead than it is to the living. An angel of death has crept in and stolen our breath. This poison filling our lungs with sweet remorse, I watched them all die in a spasm of coughing. The sun won’t seem to rise on this bloody dawn. The fields are lined with corpses of the innocent, blood flows like a river.
Liquid fire in my veins, I am the embodiment of all things mortal. Life is a fragile thing; it can be lost at the drop of a hat. I see so many suffering faces, no one left to care for those who cannot care for themselves. Something glorious for the rich with their cancerous money filled with hate. Tonight the world will know my pain. This is a test of faith, I am my own person. I’ve hated this world till the bitter end. A pessimist is what I am; remember this term for the sunrise will be awoken with the screams of the dying.
The ideology of those in power is wrong. A world cannot be built from an idea but from action. Mark my words and believe in terror because tomorrow may be the end of all things holy. Our inner fire has been doused by the wars over the addiction of a nation. I will be free. And the darkness surrounds the children of our world, a piercing and demoralizing veil has covered there eyes. Full of scorn and hate. I am not someone to be pushed around any longer. Hate fuels this burning rage inside my heart; I will take the weight of the world in my hands.
I watch as the world I once loved burned before my eyes. Where is love? We all search for our own meaning of love and I will search till the end of my days.
Written by Justin Thomas Baker at 4:39 AM on November 7, 2009
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Hello everyone this is Nintendorox!
Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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scooby doo
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Nov 7, 2009 12:59 PM
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lets move that to the top
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not so new to wetting
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night wetter
scooby briefs in the day
pampers cruisers at night
scooby doo rocks!!!
scooby dooby doo
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Metalfan011
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Nov 12, 2009 4:21 AM
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I wrote this on Remembrance day. I didn't get around to posting it but here it is none the less.
Trenches
Here in the trenches that we call our home, we carved our hopes into the walls of this rock. The shells are blasting all around us; we all hope that this war will end soon. I fear this will be the end of our troops, forever remembered your memory inscribed on this wall of pain and sacrifice. Your names may be forgotten but your sacrifice lives on in the hearts of those you saved.
In places unknown our greatest fears were realized as we all became fodder to the slaughter. You watched as comrades, brothers in arms were shot down before you. All you can hear is the anguished screams of those who have breathed in death, the shells are raining like a storm. Our brothers in arms lay dieing upon the ground there hopes and dreams gone with the blood coming from there bodies.
Our greatest hopes and dreams lie with these men and women who gave there lives for us. May we never forget the historical battles that won us our freedoms, May the soldiers rest in peace in this time of wartime terror. They called the trenches there homes and we call these houses we live in home. Forever connected to the trenches of Europe. May the lost and forgotten find peace and move on for one day the war will end.
Written by Justin Thomas Baker, on November 11, 2009 at 8:24PM
May all the soldiers who gave there lives for freedom rest in peace.
[Edited by: Host_DawnB]
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Hello everyone this is Nintendorox!
Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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Metalfan011
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This I just wrote. It deals with a very sensitive topic, one that I feel isn't out in the open. Everything deserves to live. Sometimes we are just so foolish and can't even understand that were hurting things that can't speak. This can put some very graphic images to mind so please read with caution and try to understand.
Set free!
I didn’t ask you to stroke my hair. I wasn’t asked to be enslaved by the human race, yet here we are in a metal cage. With there hands they torture us and put there products on my face! How can we even do such horrendous things? Human hands slaughter them, our hands torture them.
Every time we test upon them we kill a little more. Every time you kill a part of your soul dies. I just want the world to know that pain is felt by everything. Can you even realize that we are killing and hurting without emotion? What the hell am I even fighting for? Maybe someday the human race will respect what deserves to be respected.
Kept in a cage shackled to the floor, the loving hands of a human can set us free. Are we even human when we kill? They call it humane but no longer will idle hands watch the slaughter continue. My skin is thick; my mind is not something that can be broken. Rejoice freedom is coming, when will the human race realize that were wrong? My mind is a prison how can we kill something that we love? Free me and let my voice be heard. The world will soon realize that you are to be respected.
Locked away in a vault hidden beneath the dirt. Fighting for are survival, I hate what they made us become. I hate our whole goddamn race. Killing each other doesn’t make up for slaughtering helpless animals. I hate what we’ve become, so set them free. And let your voices be heard, let the world know they’re screaming. You justify the slaughter with claims of monetary need. We know the truth and it won’t be doused. I hate what we do, so let it be known that your whole life is a waste, who are we to say what lives and what is to die? Everything deserves a fighting chance so let your voices be heard, and maybe we can change our sickening ways of life.
Written by Justin Thomas Baker at 2:45AM on November 12, 2009
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Hello everyone this is Nintendorox!
Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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scooby doo
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Nov 12, 2009 6:03 PM
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i feel like bumping this
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not so new to wetting
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night wetter
scooby briefs in the day
pampers cruisers at night
scooby doo rocks!!!
scooby dooby doo
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Metalfan011
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Nov 15, 2009 8:23 PM
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More new stuff.
Beginning and End
The world we know is ending very fast. There are people dieing in the streets, begging for the money they once had. Society has spoken, casting out the poor and the needy. Where is the government when we needed them? Where was the world when children were dying in 1994? Bloated corpses lay alongside the road.
I see myself as just a human being more or less able to serve. Those in need need a helping hand. The shade of death walks these blood filled streets, stealing what’s left of humanity. Into the wild I walk, alone in my solitude I think of what could’ve been. Where is the world now? I’m in need of it now. Society cast me out like a rag, covered in filth I walk alone. Stranger than you cared to be I left the world we knew behind.
Humanity is a lost cause. Wounded and broken we are the children of the dead. Trading humanity for weaponry, who are we to judge the crimes others are committing? Life begins with the spark of love; it ends with the pin drop of sorrow. Life has ups and downs equally they fill me with sorrow and some days fill me with the happiness I just can’t find. Cast aside like an invalid, where are the ones I need?
The less we struggle the less we learn, take back what’s yours. Stand up for what you believe in because one day it might not be there to support. Life ends. The world is a cold place where demons stalk the streets in human form. The scourge of humanity stands at the top of our societies killing all that we believe in.
Written by Justin Thomas Baker on November 15, 2009 at 6:20PM
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Hello everyone this is Nintendorox!
Executive committee- Poet Laurette.
Freedom of speech shouldn't come with the price of blood. We live we laugh we cry we crash we burn. We were the Grad of '09
an Original Brat Pack member. Justice is supposed to be blind meaning she is a neutral entity, therefore we cannot and should not take the law into our hands.
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Teenyboy
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Nov 15, 2009 8:28 PM
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WOW my puter didnt crash!! but it took like 2 minutes to display and most the posts scroll off screen to the right but i could read a few.. guess my puters limit might be 185 or 190 posts.. grrrrrr...
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truth - justice - and a fair chance for all,
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scooby doo
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Nov 15, 2009 9:38 PM
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bump bump bumpty bump. hehe
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night wetter
scooby briefs in the day
pampers cruisers at night
scooby doo rocks!!!
scooby dooby doo
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fisher123
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Nov 15, 2009 9:48 PM
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This stuff is really good!
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Started day wetting about 2 months ago
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scooby doo
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Nov 15, 2009 9:49 PM
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i know itsnt it???
bump bump
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not so new to wetting
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night wetter
scooby briefs in the day
pampers cruisers at night
scooby doo rocks!!!
scooby dooby doo
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