Poetry Slam
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 2:31 amby Suraru
Won second place, here are the version of the poems I used.
Pacifist's War Cry
Video and the second one coming soon.
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Pacifist's War Cry
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I am a weird guy, living by a code that I must abide, and sometimes, I just want to say goodbye. I wear these clothes, which most people say blows, to the point where you could punch them in the nose. But I’m a pacifist, not an activist, it’s my job to ignore the trait that baits me to hate.
I’m a brony, a furry, a computer crazy. I spend one life on the internet as many, making up for the one I should strive, even knowing that if I continue like this I will not survive. Whenever I am outside, I help wherever I stride, not just for pride.
But why, why try at all in a world where people don’t have drive, where hate is the primary emotion that arrives, why do I continue when people thrive to deprive each other of their lives?
So why, why do I try?
This is a pacifist’s war cry, a code that I choose to abide by, and many times, people just say goodbye. I reach to be different, while many people remain ignorant. Minorities once asked for equality, but even after victory, there still isn’t harmony, because no one ever really wants diversity.
Everyone is becoming poor, with delusions of grandeur, when the middle class are the doers and the high class is full of manure. Life isn’t fair, but we’re running out of air, we need to take care, before we all fall into despair.
I see people who sag calling each other fags. Occasionally I’ll notice that smell, then onto drugs I’ll dwell. It seems being doomed is a guarantee, and I felt I had nothing more to lose, but it took pony staring at me, as the only thing keeping me from a noose.
But I won’t say goodbye, and I won’t turn a blind eye.
This world needs peace, before we see the world in pieces.
I’m a brony, a furry, a computer crazy. I spend one life on the internet as many, making up for the one I should strive, even knowing that if I continue like this I will not survive. Whenever I am outside, I help wherever I stride, not just for pride.
But why, why try at all in a world where people don’t have drive, where hate is the primary emotion that arrives, why do I continue when people thrive to deprive each other of their lives?
So why, why do I try?
This is a pacifist’s war cry, a code that I choose to abide by, and many times, people just say goodbye. I reach to be different, while many people remain ignorant. Minorities once asked for equality, but even after victory, there still isn’t harmony, because no one ever really wants diversity.
Everyone is becoming poor, with delusions of grandeur, when the middle class are the doers and the high class is full of manure. Life isn’t fair, but we’re running out of air, we need to take care, before we all fall into despair.
I see people who sag calling each other fags. Occasionally I’ll notice that smell, then onto drugs I’ll dwell. It seems being doomed is a guarantee, and I felt I had nothing more to lose, but it took pony staring at me, as the only thing keeping me from a noose.
But I won’t say goodbye, and I won’t turn a blind eye.
This world needs peace, before we see the world in pieces.
Video and the second one coming soon.
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
So I'm going to be participating in Louder Than a Bomb for a collage group I met, what do you guys think of this?
[spoiler]I am a weird guy, living by a code that I must abide by, and sometimes, I just want to say goodbye. I wear these clothes, which most people say blows, to the point where you just want to punch them in the nose, but I am pacifist, not an activist, it's my job to ignore the trait that baits me to hate.
I'm a brony, a furry, a computer crazy, I spend my life on the internet as many lives, making up for the one I should strive, even knowing that if I continue like this, I will not survive, but why survive? Why try to do better?
Why try at all, in a world where people can't drive, where hate is the primary emotion that arrives, why do I continue to try when people thrive to deprive each other of their lives?!!?!?
So why!?! Why do I try!?!?
This is a pacifist's war cry! A code that I choose to abide by, and many times, people just say goodbye! I reach to be different, while many people remain ignorant! Minorities once asked for equality, and they got it! But there still isn't harmony, because no one ever really want's diversity!
Everyone is becoming poor, with delusions of grandeur! When the middle class are the doers, and the high class is full of manure! Life isn't fair, but we are running out of air! We need to take care, before we all fall into despair!
It seems being doomed is a guarantee, and it took a pony staring at me, as the only thing keeping me from a noose, because I felt I had nothing more to lose! But I won't say goodbye, and I won't turn a blind eye!
I can't walk down the street without seeing a brawl! I see people who sag calling each other fags! Occasionally I'll notice that smell, then onto drugs I'll dwell! ... This world needs peace, or soon we'll see the world in pieces.
So I'm going to be participating in Louder Than a Bomb for a collage group I met, what do you guys think of this?
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I'm a brony, a furry, a computer crazy, I spend my life on the internet as many lives, making up for the one I should strive, even knowing that if I continue like this, I will not survive, but why survive? Why try to do better?
Why try at all, in a world where people can't drive, where hate is the primary emotion that arrives, why do I continue to try when people thrive to deprive each other of their lives?!!?!?
So why!?! Why do I try!?!?
This is a pacifist's war cry! A code that I choose to abide by, and many times, people just say goodbye! I reach to be different, while many people remain ignorant! Minorities once asked for equality, and they got it! But there still isn't harmony, because no one ever really want's diversity!
Everyone is becoming poor, with delusions of grandeur! When the middle class are the doers, and the high class is full of manure! Life isn't fair, but we are running out of air! We need to take care, before we all fall into despair!
It seems being doomed is a guarantee, and it took a pony staring at me, as the only thing keeping me from a noose, because I felt I had nothing more to lose! But I won't say goodbye, and I won't turn a blind eye!
I can't walk down the street without seeing a brawl! I see people who sag calling each other fags! Occasionally I'll notice that smell, then onto drugs I'll dwell! ... This world needs peace, or soon we'll see the world in pieces.
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