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A single ray of moonlight
pierces night
I follow it into
a moon glade bright
where the fae are gathered
for a dance
Where dark elves
intoxicated prance
Foxes sly
hide in the gloom
Mwen pral sonnen tout klòch yo
Pou anivèsè nesans ou
Mwen pral sòti nan pòch mwen
Bèl bijou ki soti nan Bèl Ans pou ou.
I will ring all the bells
For your anniversary
I will take out of my pockets
Fancy and pretty exotic jewelries.
Nothang
can we
wish you order
than
saying.
Long Live
Femi Otedola
Abundance
health to
gladden your
heart.
May thee
boat always
floating
unstoppably.
If I could
Come back in time
To that moment
To your arms
I'm locked now
in this timeline
watching you in loop
Maybe you've even forgotten
But I keep this alive
If again we ever come across
I shall then to you explain
The streets I had to cross
To keep you far away
It's hard to come closer
Sometimes try to hide
But closer driven
The time is ticking
It's what they say
I'm lost into some limbo
Whatching you all the day
From this tragedy-like dream
Until my sanity fades away
I still dream about your look
It's been a week
we met
Since that,
life's mare
How long
shall it last?
You're so unique
You're the one
with whom
my life
I may share
I want to hold
I wonder about your feelings
You didn't try to hide
You were shinning, dazzling
Then I repelled you,
Choosing a different side
Even in between the lasers
And all those party lights
I yearned for another,
Who wasn’t you,
But she wasn’t there,
Unlike you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
Did I fall
Just a little for you,
While longing for another,
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
came to the house early
my first house party
first of the twelfth month
stayed long after it was done
after the first handshake, the thought of me was a flake
unwanted unneeded
It's been a long time since I've written anything, but I have the biggest crush so... there's that.
I'm sending you a
Party invitation
I hope you'll respond
It’s supposed to be a fun night
Dancing with friends
Hitting on strangers
Having a little too much to drink
A pizza poem
Half past midnight and I'm writing a pizza poem
And a "funny one" at that
This Isn't where I saw my night heading
An Ode to pizza
My greasy friend
Passion, music, worldly delight;
Ecstatic, they celebrate all night.
For at dawn, there are sacrifices;
Pleasures to be spurned as vices.
Humanity has this wonderful disposition.
"you still kick it in the slums ?
you still sell drugs ?
you still like to party ?
you still binge n get fucked up ?"
To the You from that night:
I hope that you know.
Did you consider the torment,
that trickled broken onto the sheets?
Or that my silence was
Let’s go! I’m ready
Sleep is for the weak
It’s going to be lit
Eh, it’s alright
It could be better
It smells weird in here
Why is it so hot
Stop pushing me
Get off of me
Daggers of sound
Stab the night
Like lovers found
Cheating.
But tonight we live
For it.
Live like living will
Fix the problems,
Even tho it won't.
We dance with the strobes
Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
She is twenty years old;
that means she has been living on this earth for twenty years.
However, do not mistake living with feeling alive.
Because it has been about five...
six, seven, eight, nine.
I miss when nights used to drip from the sky. When parties moved in slow motion and we drank with angst and expectation. Everything is so steady now–I’m restless.
There's a party,
Everybody is lit,
Drinking and Smoking,
Posting pics with their new outfits.
Party in a mansion,
Tables turning with red cups,
My team need a coupple hook-ups,
I traded my sorrows for a pretty face
And a bottle
I traded my sorrows for him
And a cigarette to my lips
My sorrows were replaced
I wasn’t going to go out
That Friday night.
I know I usually do,
But I was tired,
And I didn’t feel well.
All my friends are drinking their money
They think it's funny
Losing their money
All my friends are playing with marbles
don't think it's harmful
losing their marbles
All my friends think life is a party
Dropping cocktail names because they sound so sweet
Auntie's house last night too easy, score some at the meet
If we got caught we’d be so dead.
Everyone thinks we’re asleep in bed.
Our music is so loud,
We are the bad crowd.
In the moment, all I wanted was you
I was drunk on your smell, your taste, your empty words
Your touch was gentler than I thought it would be
Your intensity sent shivers down my spine, which
(This is about someone else, I'm a girl)
I'm a guy
Who partied until I almost died.
But,
A higher power kept me alive.
At 13 I sold drugs,
After highschool I got caught
Never been shown, what to do or to say,shown what is known, when I write and I play.My choices are my own, and my own they will stay,restricted to me, when I wake or I lay.
Life is precious.
Don't watse time with others who will waste your time.
It's not worth it.
Just saying.
Keep oon moving, don't stop grooving,
It feels as if my night was centered around boys
I.
The Heartbreaker
Raise our bottles to the purple nightWe'll bend these floorboards weighed down with our voices.Shout the doors wide openfling the windows up erupt into the
Driving these six wheels,
Strumming this six string.
Sitting on a back road,
Sipping that cold drink.
-
If you do it right,
We're gonna have a good time.
So crank up the music,
Life's a party,
One you can never leave.
So live it up,
break it down,
and never regret anything you do.
Because in the end,
it makes you who you are.
"Saturday Night Live" a spokenword piece by Brandon P.
Let me tell you how I lived my Saturday Night Life.
It’s kind of funny, you see, because I’m from Las Vegas, Nevada—the Notorious Sin City
Darkness surrounds me.
Imprisoning.
Pulling.
Strangling.
My conscience just barely there.
The images still around me.
Floating.
We drank to fade awayuntil it worked.When the morning light painted the bodiesthat we were still trapped in,we fell asleep;too exhausted to carethat we still existed.
stumbling, slurring
on the wet grass
kissing him
hitting him
fire snaps, crackles
6 am cock crow
sandwiched between
blue velveteen
and James Dean
Get an advil, please
hey daddy, it's me, you're little girl...
I need to tell you something that will make you want to curl.
I went to that party, it was right down the block,
but I didn't bother telling you, I was distraught.
As a teenager, time and time again, I am asked the question, "want a drink?" My response to the request always catches the others by surprise. Do I want a drink? To me, this question is so much more.
Get Em
Get Em
Get Em
Party Party Party
Cups stacked along the corners of a torn house
Aligned like a house of cards, fragile
Reeking of booze, alcohol
Oops spilled some on the floor
Some Day in November
Some Party Some Saturday
Some Absurdly Late/Early Hour
HOW DID THAT ONE SONG GO
THE ONE SUNG BY MATT DOYLE
“I’M SO SICK OF PARTIES.
I’M SO SICK OF BEING DRUNK.”
I'd show him what he asked for
If he called me beautiful,
I'd take another shot
If I could prove that I'm fun,
I'd agree we were "just messing around"
If I could feel his love
On a night like tonight,
I live my life by a code
To never get drunk nor high,
But people think me queer or rude.
My code exiles me from the cliques,
Never invited to outings or parties,
Never asked to stand in the student body.
On the dance floor I skip-step and I twirl;
The music slurs and blares in my near-deaf ears;
As the beat slows, a boy leaves with his girl,
in the dark, a seer watches her fears.
She gets to the party around nine, or ten
A familiar high school scene, getting high and drunk again
Inevitably one of her friends' parents are out of town again
There’s a pigment in the air so dirty I can’t see
You were the only one I knew at this party
Why won’t you talk to me?
Just talk to me
Brilliance was burned away
We drank away our thoughts
Gambled which would stay and which would go,
We didn't know.
Silly girl
You were once so
Driven by your past
Your daddy would get high
And your mother would cry
You wanted out of that life
Then you forgot where you came from
And partied like the ones before
