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Battle Cry Of A Teen
Published on 18th July 2009 4:16am Written by Chibi
We are the Children of the night. We are The Ravers, The Hackers, The B-Boys and The Slackers that you see everyday. You see us as Matt or Rob or Chris… but we see each other as Chibi, Rubiks, and Action. Our tags tell you who we are and where we're from. We live in a world where the DJ is king and the music never stops. We live in a world where there is no right or wrong….only fun and boring. We live in a world where the days aren't divided by light and dark…yet, divided by sleep, but sleep doesn't have to come at night or every night. In our world we have...
Published on 3rd January 2011 11:48am Written by Divine Idiong (naijapoeteket)
We thought we would enjoy ourselves Round the clock from twelve to twelve In May, a few days to June We were drawn out by the tune. Democracy, cool dance, so cool So we were taught in school. All would become part of the dance. That on deck, will be all hands. And so here we are since may Like children, waiting to play Under the glare of the full moon To rehearse the dance in June. Our tongue laden with songs to sing We would dance the night away And forever forget our years of pain. Now here we are, pregnant with thoughts....
Published on 22nd March 2011 6:33pm Written by Wendy (rainbow_sunshine)
Would you like to share my last cigarette? It's always been my favorite one. The flame eagerly licking it's bottom gets us going, and as the invasion of my lungs begins I take is slow. Utterly indulging this ten minute break from the world, I choose to use it to take a minute or two off my life in exhange for the feeling of sublime satisfaction- the last long cool drag from the last cigarette in the pack.
Published on 23rd June 2012 2:32pm Written by HJSHREEVE
I, am a codeine dream, A school girl sex gallery, Man and beast entwined.
I am a finger short of a hand, The madness of your painted lines, A vegetarian at a steakhouse. The dope fiend of pleasantville A worm in your bowel, Sometimes the soft centre of your cookie.
I am the unread text message, I am what I am The bi sexual orgies, The images you protect, The monster under your bed. I am cheap Chinese furniture Your deepest darkest hour I am a product of poor environment ...