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  1. iwish6million

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    I loved you, so I drew these tides of Men into my hands
    And wrote my will across the
    Sky and stars
    To earn you freedom, the seven
    Pillared worthy house,
    That your eyes might be
    Shining for me
    When I came
    Death seemed my servant on the
    Road, 'til we were near
    And saw you waiting:
    When you smiled and in sorrowful
    Envy he outran me
    And took you apart:
    Into his quietness
    Love, the way-weary, groped to your body,
    Our brief wage
    Ours for the moment
    Before Earth's soft hand explored your shape
    And the blind
    Worms grew fat upon
    Your substance
    Men prayed me that I set our work,
    The inviolate house,
    As a memory of you
    But for fit monument I shattered it,
    Unfinished: and now
    The little things creep out to patch
    Themselves hovels
    In the marred shadow
    Of your gift.
     
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    I translated your fucking gay emo poem, you turdburgler.
     
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    I translated it even better than @scumhook
     
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    When night falls
    she cloaks the world
    in impenetrable darkness.
    A chill rises
    from the soil
    and contaminates the air
    suddenly...
    life has new meaning.
     
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    As two men approach each other, the owl takes action.
    A simple encounter becomes an unwanted mixture.
    Two men divided from life and their lifeless clay is one.
     
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    THE DYING SWAN

    First printed in 1830.

    The superstition here assumed is so familiar from the Classics as well
    as from modern tradition that it scarcely needs illustration or
    commentary. But see Plato, 'Phaedrus', xxxi., and Shakespeare, 'King
    John', v., 7.


    1

    The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
    Wide, wild, and open to the air,
    Which had built up everywhere
    An under-roof of doleful gray. [1]
    With an inner voice the river ran,
    Adown it floated a dying swan,
    And [2] loudly did lament.
    It was the middle of the day.
    Ever the weary wind went on,
    And took the reed-tops as it went.


    2

    Some blue peaks in the distance rose,
    And white against the cold-white sky,
    Shone out their crowning snows.
    One willow over the water [3] wept,
    And shook the wave as the wind did sigh;
    Above in the wind was [4] the swallow,
    Chasing itself at its own wild will,
    And far thro' [5] the marish green and still
    The tangled water-courses slept,
    Shot over with purple, and green, and yellow.


    3

    The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
    Of that waste place with joy
    Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
    The warble was low, and full and clear;
    And floating about the under-sky,
    Prevailing in weakness, the coronach [6] stole
    Sometimes afar, and sometimes anear;
    But anon her awful jubilant voice,
    With a music strange and manifold,
    Flow'd forth on a carol free and bold;
    As when a mighty people rejoice
    With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold,
    And the tumult of their acclaim is roll'd
    Thro' [7] the open gates of the city afar,
    To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star.
    And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds,
    And the willow-branches hoar and dank,
    And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds,
    And the wave-worn horns of the echoing bank,
    And the silvery marish-flowers that throng
    The desolate creeks and pools among,
    Were flooded over with eddying song.


    [Footnote 1: 1830. Grey.]

    [Footnote 2: 1830 till 1848. Which.]

    [Footnote 3: 1863. River.]

    [Footnote 4: 1830. Sung.]

    [Footnote 5: 1830. Through.]

    [Footnote 6: A coronach is a funeral song or lamentation, from the
    Gaelic 'Corranach'. 'Cf'. Scott's 'Waverley', ch. xv.,

    "Their wives and daughters came clapping their hands and 'crying the
    coronach' and shrieking".]


    [Footnote 7: 1830 till 1851. Through.]
     
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    Mortality
    Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
    Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
    A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
    He passes from life to his rest in the grave.
    The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
    Be scattered around, and together be laid;
    And the young and the old, the low and the high,
    Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.
    The infant a mother attended and loved;
    The mother that infant's affection who proved;
    The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
    Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.
    The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
    Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by;
    And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
    Are alike from the minds of the living erased.
    The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
    The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
    The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
    Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.
    The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
    The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
    The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
    Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
    The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
    The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
    The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
    Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.
    So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
    That withers away to let others succeed;
    So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
    To repeat every tale that has often been told.
    For we are the same that our fathers have been;
    We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
    We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
    And run the same course that our fathers have run.
    The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
    From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
    To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
    But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.
    They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
    They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
    They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
    They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.
    They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
    That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
    And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
    Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.
    Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
    Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
    And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
    Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.
    'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
    From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
    From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
    Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
    William Knox
     
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    LITTLE EDDIE.

    Those midnight stars are sadly dimmed,
      That late so brilliantly shone,
     And the crimson tinge from cheek and lip,
      With the heart’s warm life has flown—
       The angel death was hovering nigh,
       And the lovely boy was called to die.
     The silken waves of his glossy hair
      Lie still over his marble brow,
     And the pallid lip and pearly cheek
      The presence of Death avow.
       Pure little bud in kindness given,
       In mercy taken to bloom in heaven.
     Happier far is the angel child
      With the harp and the crown of gold,
     Who warbles now at the Saviour’s feet
      The glories to us untold.
       Eddie, meet blossom of heavenly love,
       Dwells in the spirit-world above.
     Angel boy—fare thee well, farewell
      Sweet Eddie, we bid thee adieu!
     Affection’s wail cannot reach thee now,
      Deep though it be, and true.
       Bright is the home to him now given,
       For “of such is the kingdom of Heaven.”
     
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    Dreams

    Hold fast to dreams
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird
    That cannot fly.
    Hold fast to dreams
    For when dreams go
    Life is a barren field
    Frozen with snow.

    -Langston Hughes
     
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    takes it in the bum
    and begs in Yiddish for moar

    She says "make me bleed"
    "for I have the need"
    "to feel like a dirty Jew whore"
     
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    Zero hour . . .

    Let's fucking do this.


    Do you know what it's like,
    To see red in your vision?
    Well now the time has come,
    Now we've made our decision.

    What about our friends?
    We had none through and through.
    Now all this pent-up anger,
    We shall take it out on YOU!

    You brought this upon yourselves,
    Now you will pay the price.
    This is your own damn fault,
    You can't justify what's right!

    Armed to the teeth,
    With a TEC-DC9.
    A fuckton of bombs,
    and a M-1 Carbine.

    REB and VoDkA,
    A murderous pair.
    You don't know our story,
    What's behind out glares.

    So tell me what it was like,
    For you and the rest?
    To just come up to school,
    and catch two in the chest.

    So the bombs didn't detonate,
    Our initial plan was ruined.
    But when the guns came out
    Everyone was stunned.

    Simoultaneously,
    everyone scattered.
    Heading in all directions,
    Time to make some blood spatter.
     
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    Oddguy spends his days
    In a lonely grey haze
    Until the room service bell calls

    He then goes up to the suite
    To fellate the guests meat
    And to suck on an Arab's fat balls
     
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    Math is hard it sucks
    Especially in the tub with my duck
    Quack quack quack quack quack

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    I want to buy crack.
    I do not want to smoke it.
    It is for my whore.

    She's in my basement.
    Locked up so she can't run off.
    All she needs is crack.
     
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    General Faggington
    Is a huge bucket of cum
    Go fuck yourself bitch
     
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    SONETO
    Francisco Luis Bernárdez

    Si para recobrar lo recobrado
    debí perder primero lo perdido,
    si para conseguir lo conseguido
    tuve que soportar lo soportado,


    si para estar ahora enamorado
    fue menester haber estado herido,
    tengo por bien sufrido lo sufrido,
    tengo por bien llorado lo llorado.


    Porque después de todo he comprobado
    que no se goza bien de lo gozado
    sino después de haberlo padecido.


    Porque después de todo he comprendido
    que lo que el árbol tiene de florido
    vive de lo que tiene sepultado.


    ----------------------------------------------

    (It loses a lot of its feel when translated. This is the closest English version in terms of meaning.)


    If to recover what was recovered
    I had to first lose what was lost,
    If to obtain the obtainable
    I had to bear what was borne,

    If to be in love now
    it was necessary to have been hurt,
    I have well suffered what was suffered,
    I have well cried what was cried.

    Because after everything I have proved
    that one cannot enjoy the enjoyable
    until after having suffered.

    Because after everything I have understood
    that what the tree has visibly in bloom
    thrives of what is buried beneath.
     
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    You're alone and you're fat
    You scared off your cat
    Which was the only pussy you've had

    When you were a runt
    Your mom called you a cunt
    And castrated you for stretching out her vagina and eating all the food and scaring off the neighbourhood kids due to your smell and personality
     
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    Beautiful.

    I was gonna post something by Yeats and still may.

    But verily this verse
    Penned by an ozzer so very
    Perverse

    Takes my heart and breath away


    For though his dick may fester and itch
    Reminders of his last bitch

    His brutal words soothe and heal
    Though his contagions and fetishes steal

    Away into that musty night,
    Though his victims scream and fight
    His bidet washes away shits and screams

    Leaving only sweaty, moist dreams.
     
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    To the Rose the Rood of Time
    BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
    Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
    Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
    Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
    The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
    Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
    And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
    In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
    Sing in their high and lonely melody.
    Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,
    I find under the boughs of love and hate,
    In all poor foolish things that live a day,
    Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
    Come near, come near, come near—Ah, leave me still
    A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
    Lest I no more hear common things that crave;
    The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
    The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
    And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
    But seek alone to hear the strange things said
    By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
    And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
    Come near; I would, before my time to go,
    Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
    Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
     
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    Not gonna happen
    I'd sooner stop fappin
    Than cease bustin sweet rhymes

    You're a fat nigger
    Who's ass is way bigger
    Than an oil tanker, and your penis has been swallowed by your engorged pubic mound, but that's really OK as you have no practical use for it, other than a urine expulsion device.
     
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    Niggers n faggots
    Trucks gonna drag it

    Hauled down the road
    Till nothins left but a
    Bloody torso

    Here's where they gather
    Drying cum rubbed up
    Into a sticky festering lather

    Edf'in their wet assholes
    Waggin tongues
    Till dank drool flows

    Post on u shit-tastic homos
    Punch the prostate
    Jizz with hate
    It's not to late
    Guzzle bleach from a chlorine lake
     
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    Snorlax repeats
    he posts as he eats
    his fat fingers feeding his face

    the calories injested
    make his colon molested
    which is as close as this fat cunt's ever going to get to anyone molesting him or doing anything else even vaguely sexual; unless you count knocking down a wall and carting someone out on a forklift due to him being too fat to walk as a sexual experience; which, for the record, I do not.
     
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    Get him a crane
    Lack of sex making
    Him slightly insane

    Sniffing his own farts
    Humpin a pillow
    When is libido starts

    Makes his thighs chafe
    And the bedsprings
    Moan and ache

    Why torture your linens so?
    Snorlax u can pay in nuggets
    Just get a cheap ho

    Or a heavy equipment operator
    Someone with a large animal license
    Or bull prepping masturbator
     
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