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Dream of Sweet America by love2hateyou, literature

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Dream of Sweet America

Absolutely still But for the dirty bikes that fire up dust The sun is pouring its bitterness on my skin not aware of the sweat oozing from the rashes through my pores I'm outdoors imbibing hopelessness while waiting for heavenly calm to penetrate angry men Reflecting on the darkness to be felt tonight and enduring the thoughts of all those roasted human bodies And the stupid flies...the flies are hovering and buzzing not understanding, not trying to...but teasing and taunting me Reminding me of now, reminding me of later, and of course of tonight of a night with no company, but the flickering flame of a lonesome kerosene lamp Of n

Motionless Wheel by love2hateyou, literature

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Motionless Wheel

One wheel Forever Spinning and evolving ripening daily Repeating its cycle In day and night In light and darkness In the heat and the cold it is constantly evolving, moving,going, growing into beauty into maturity into satisfaction. Through the wear and tear The wheel knows no end it ages beautifully until its purpose is fully served. Another wheel stares lonely and saturated with stunted evolution Not in motion, not growing not swaying, not spinning Only wasting youth Tired and motionless dull and quite ridden with misery Because it sits Still dreaming of its purpose Still awaiting its youth unaware of its ageing

Ballad of a Gun-Child by love2hateyou, literature

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Ballad of a Gun-Child

The little boy stares into dust and gunpowder residue looking for air, searching for soul the stench of blood clouds his nostrils as chopped limbs litter lonely streets with a gun in his frail hand he beholds the sun he knows he took a life today he feels bitter, horrid pain as he drops to his dry and weary knees he wonders why this life chose him and if bloodshed was his only gift tired little teardrops escape his eyes, expressing his pain in the easiest way possible. reaching his hands to the sky he pleads redemption for the hopeless for the return of sweet innocence but he'd seen to much to believe in blind faith placing

Where I'm From by love2hateyou, literature

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Where I'm From

I come from smoky evenings and dusty roads high temperatures and hand washed clothes From ebony skin and tribal food tribal food to lift my mood The aroma of roast beef fills the air without a few coins it's torture to bear but with mama's goats to chase and rear i have become too tired to care. I come from religious riots and militant justice from children waiting for missionaries and tourists From random open fires and bitter gun men from avoiding stray bullets with my best friend, Jen I come from dark rooms and kerosene lamps from British words and president stamps from torn down houses and voodoo charms and the morning pled

Soul Cry by love2hateyou, literature

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Soul Cry

Gunshots that ring at noon make your soul cry lonely hearts that scream for justice break in the eve of night A child ridden with broken dreams prays silently for a better tomorrow the only one to hear his cries a crook with a soul born hollow Blessings only visit those in need So you steal ours with God-like speed Their mouths too dry to tell the grief, with heavy hearts they go to sleep who will choose to tell their story? Who will choose to bring them glory? With a heart too weary to try I shall still let my soul cry

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Dream of Sweet America by love2hateyou, literature

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Dream of Sweet America

Motionless Wheel by love2hateyou, literature

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Motionless Wheel

Ballad of a Gun-Child by love2hateyou, literature

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Ballad of a Gun-Child

Where I'm From by love2hateyou, literature

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Where I'm From

Soul Cry by love2hateyou, literature

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Soul Cry

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Salvation again by BrokenHearted756, literature

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Salvation again

It was one of those words, Poetic and calming. It rolled off our tongues, So smooth and natural. The taste it left on my lips, So sweet and perfect. My childish fantasies flew higher as I whispered salvation. Yet I can find it no more. Was it only a fairytale? Told to calm my wild nightmares? Did it fade with all the knights and dragons? Or did a greedy Pirate burry it? Where can I find Salvation again? When no hero is found, This word is our comfort. It binds us to hope, faith. As tragedy hits us hard, Salvation promises a tomorrow. Yet it's found no-where. Like a ghost, It lazily floats around. Patiently waitin

Rwanda by emptychoir, literature

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Rwanda

In the still of night, undisturbed sleep remained unbent A channeled reverence for life, unchallenged by dissent Come morning, before the sun, arose something else The devil and his desire rebounded from dormant cells Chasms and delirium boosted a downfall in tranquility Villages became ransacked under the hiatus of stability The old face of the enemy tore through like an arrow All mercy was concealed before an unrelenting barrel Hatred was spun faster than a marauding twister Most voices were abated to a silenced whisper Clubs and knives were shipped in from other lands Settling in new homes, they entered the wrong hands The land

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and in suburbia. by JessAnarchy, literature

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and in suburbia.

and things are different here from where we were. everyone watches the weather channel and so do i. i miss the words i once knew so well they cannot escape and cannot be willed to breathe this foreign air. disorientation directs me at every street avenue court grove road lane and highway. monsters. abandon all hope all ye who walk your dog in the evenings oberving the speed limit and colour coded bins. (every thursday wheeled out and filled with passive and generally unexciting rubbish). there is a crack in the pavement outside number 11 that runs down catherine street and around the bend and stops at my feet and it is the

fly by asharpsilence, literature

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fly

sad faces all round since the bombs hit the ground shook the small town a boy flys his kite shining innocence "mommy mommy wish i could fly in the sky so high" "in your dreams my dearest grow wings and fly, but in this waking life, rules of gravity do apply" "youll see youll see ill grow my wings fly high, high in the sky" screaching missle hit the earth hitting mommy first sending the boy flying in the air as death came he did not care for he was up in the air flying high, high in the sky. sad faces all around since the bomb hit the ground shook the small town

About love2hateyou

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July 30
United States
Deviant for 15 years
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i'm from houston,texas, and i love art, while i'm no good at drawing and painting, i'm really into poetry, spoken word and music. and i think that's my passion. i love and listen to all kinds of music. my favorites are:eclectic hip hop, ska,reggae,highlife, worldbeat,triphop,neo-soul,funk carioca, electronica,alternative rock, etc. i love seether,coldplay, k'naan, the roots, talib kweli, citizen cope, evanescence, ,sublime, no doubt,ub40, massive attack, sneaker pimps etc. i also love to read and write fantasy books, because it gives me space to imagine.

Current Residence: houston, texas
deviantWEAR sizing preference: none
Print preference: none
Favourite genre of music: Hip hop,trip hop. rock,worldbeat,reggae, alternative rock, ska, techno, electro, alternative metal.
Favourite photographer: none
Favourite style of art: portraits
Operating System: none
MP3 player of choice: zen
Shell of choice: none
Wallpaper of choice: black
Skin of choice: open-minded
Favourite cartoon character: danny phantom,avatar(the last airbender)
Personal Quote: peace is something you choose, not something you hope for.

Favourite Visual Artist

Pablo Picasso, salvador dali

Favourite Movies

,pirates of the caribbean, Troy, last king of scotland, blood diamond , Supernatural( show)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

common,the roots,damian marley, linkin park,U2, RHCP, no doubt, sublime, massive attack, weezer

Favourite Writers

Agatha christie , anne rice, scott westerfield

Favourite Games

resident evil, god of war

Favourite Gaming Platform

none