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yesterdaysprint · 1 year
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The Daily Worker, New York, May 4, 1927
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rhyme-vii · 11 months
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lukanette barbie meme
what did they do? lol
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definegodliness · 4 months
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I lied
You are not The first thought Of my every day; It's usually something like, "No", In all honesty, I'd have to say. But if you'd read my mind On a Sunday morning When the world can start Whenever I want it to begin, You'll find There are entire worlds erected By your love, and in Your name.
--- 2-1-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months
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My mom and I had watched the Nun 2 the other day, so I suspect this is where this came from, but I just woke up from a dream where like this village or common was being terrorized by a smiling shadow demon, and I had teamed up with an ex sniper to try and hunt the demon, idk if he was also a priest or anyone who was qualified to hunt demons, but if it showed up you had to not look at it and hold your hand out like you were Swiper, no swiping, and you had to say a rhyme that was like, go away or whatever, but I made up one and the demon just kinda stared at me then it said that I had technically fulfilled the requirements so he was going to leave but he wanted me to know that the rhyme I made up was terrible. Then the dream randomly changed and suddenly I was at work talking to my manager…. On second thought maybe the demon lied and killed me when I tried to leave and I was immediately transported to Hell where I would have to work my grocery job for all eternity.
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chipsy · 9 days
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You really thought I would cry over you?
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Mr. Mew is a proper gentlecat and will not tolerate such tomfoolery! Banishment to the UG shall be the adequate punishment!
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htsucc · 9 months
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drew this for his birthday
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catfindr · 11 months
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ironized · 9 months
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TWEWY Anniversary Art by Gen Kobayashi
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thatsbelievable · 11 months
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waterpixelart · 10 months
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You know twewy's fourth week? the one with Rhyme as your partner? It's my favorite.
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definegodliness · 22 days
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3-4-2024, "... a Shakespearean sonnet about an obsidian girl."
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gavamont · 6 months
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A wizard that uses a really long chapstick as their magic staff:
You will catch him dropping shit cause his hands are so slick
You will catch him casting spells that just will not stick
You will catch him in an outfit with just no drip
But you will never catch that wizard with a chapped fucking lip
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hellsite-hall-of-fame · 11 months
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pt 1 how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
pt2 a woodchuck could chuck as meny wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood
pt 3 but if a woodchuck could chuck woodchucks chucking wood, than a woodchuck could chuck wood-chucking woodchucks
pt4 about as much ground as a groundhog could hog if a ground hog could hog ground
this lowkey made my brain hurt, thank you so very much
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ihni · 2 months
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Fist-fights and kisses
For @harringrovemicrofic, the February prompt: "Explode" (772 words) (Also side note, but do you realize how difficult it is to write a RHYME that ends up in an exact amount of words???)
Anyway.
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Press down on the pedal; go harder, go faster Away from a slip-up, towards a disaster So what if he ends up all wrapped ‘round a tree? And dies in this shit-hole, so far from the sea?
He flies down the dark road, he’s rocketing, soaring He speeds up until the car’s engine is roaring He takes a turn sharply, he’s almost off-road He grits his teeth harshly; about to explode
Drive on in the darkness, don’t stop and don’t linger Ain’t no one got Billy wrapped tight ‘round their finger He cannot be tied-down, he cannot be tamed (A lie, he admits; he is leashed and ashamed)
He cannot show weakness – he’s always the strongest (At least he’s pretended to be, for the longest) He’s wild (he’s controlled) and he’s fearless (he’s scared) He’s charming and smiling (a mask with teeth bared)
This town is a prison, the move retribution Billy’s the problem to Hawkins’ solution His dad brought him here so he would be set straight So far it’s not working; he’ll die at this rate
If Billy dares speak up, Neil calls him a faggot And tells him he’s useless; worth less than a maggot If late, he gets punished; gets bruises and welts If loud, he gets beaten; with fists and with belts
His father once burned him with a lit cigarette And that wasn’t nearly the worst he would get If Neil finds out what his own son did tonight? It’s over for Billy; goodbye and goodnight
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Steve is confused and his bruised cheek is stinging His eyes; wide and staring, his ears; red and ringing Yet all of that now takes a backseat to this: The memory of Billy’s lips against his
A kiss, Steve is certain, which does not make sense Perhaps it was just some bizarre self-defense? They had been fighting and Steve was not losing (Which was, on its own, a little confusing)
They fought and they pushed and they punched and they battled Both of them eager but none of them rattled Just two boys fighting; a scuffle, a brawl Which ended when Billy was thrown to the wall
It wasn’t the usual way their fights ended And probably not what Steve’s rival intended; His back to the wall, with Steve’s arm against his throat Steve opened his mouth – to taunt, perhaps to gloat?
And that was when Billy reversed their positions He re-wrote the rules and he changed the conditions He held on and grimaced and then, with a hiss He leaned in and Steve’s lips met his in a kiss
Steve froze where he stood, ‘cause he did not expect it There wasn’t a reason for him to suspect it Why was he– What was he trying to prove? Steve did not kiss back, he was too shocked to move
He felt as if he was the cure to starvation As Billy kept kissing with raw desperation Steve let out the first sound since all this began And Billy? He drew back, eyes wide – and then ran
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His life here is over, a moment of weakness Was all that it took, now the future is bleakness He shouldn’t have done it, he was such a fool Come Monday, oh Steve will have told the whole school
They will all believe him, ‘cause no one likes Billy He’s popular, sure, but he’s got no friends really A day, at the most, and then Neil will find out The subsequent ‘talk’ will be painful, no doubt
If Billy survives it, he’s grounded forever He won’t have a life after this whatsoever Bullied and carless and locked in his room Hurting and aching, it’s safe to presume
If Neil does not kill him, the people in town might They hate his kind here, it will be a town highlight He’s all out of options, he’s on his last leg He will have to go back to Steve’s house and beg
Forgiveness and mercy, he hopes he can get it That impulse to lean in – oh how he’ll regret it If he could have just tampered down on his need If he could have not given in to his greed
He drives back to Steve’s place, his heart beating madly No crash on the way there, he makes it safe (sadly) He swallows and walks up to Harrington’s door Prepared to kneel right there on Harrington’s floor
The red door swings open before he can knock He starts to say “Sorry–“, then shuts up in shock Because that’s Steve’s hand on the back of his head And this time it’s Steve kissing Billy instead
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(On AO3)
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