Rehabilitation“Mr. Freemen! Get up!” said Coach Quentin. Dwight lifted his head off his desk and opened his blood shot eyes. He looked around at all of his classmates, who were all staring at him, some laughing, some pissed off, and some who actually felt bad for him. Dwight looked back at Coach Quentin and said, “What?” with sincere confusion. “You were snoring…again, your third time in the past forty-five minutes, now stay awake or I will make you stand up, got it?” he said as he turned back to the board. “Okay, whatever”, said Dwight as he laid his head back down falling asleep again.Rehabilitation
What is Love?Love is the dark pain that enters your heart. at first you think its beautiful like wonderful art. Then Things start to tear, and its more than you can possibly bear. You cry your eyes out, all you want to do is scream and shout. In the end you put a bullet in your brain your life blood stains the walls in a bloody rain.What is Love?
Dreaded PoetryI dream of swordplay and of fantasy, When I wake in the morn I put it on paper. Writing is my passion But oh how I dread poetry. I want to kick it to the curb with my big toe, because I don’t have the skill of Edgar Allan Poe. Poems are fun when they’re not from me, I might as well describe my knee. Now don’t get me wrong I love a good rhyme, But writing one is as easy as eating a lime. I want to set fire to all the haiku's, And hope nobody ever speaks another alliteration, for this I hope is the last generation, of the horrible, horrible poetry.Dreaded Poetry
Goodbye, VictorI sit here now in my cage, my prison as I have for the past fifty years. I am an innocent man locked in here with the rest of the rapists, murders, and thieves. I have to suffer the sounds of the insane crying out each night. I have done no wrong, I am no killer but yet here I sit for the murder of my family. That bastard walks the streets as a free man, but I rot in this hellhole. This place is filled with rats, we never leave our cells, we never wash we only sit in the dark with the echoing screams of fear and insanity. I can’t stand this place any longer I must escape!Goodbye, Victor
The sound of a heavy fist pounding on the cell door b
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Cheap digital thrills ~LewisBush
Film photographers are endangered ~Disphotic
A photo a day, for the ~SakeofProgress
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I'm a Zombie Ò~¬/ And a very colorfull one
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