Defeat...

Defeat...
Is the black box where your cold body will soon be laid to eternal rest.

Perseverance...
Perseverance is the sun-ray yellow against the look on your face that tells a whole story...
without saying a word.

Calmness...
Calmness is sinking into a warm bubblegum-pink bubble-bath after a peaceful slumber.

Frantic...
Frantic is the cold, dark red nerves so close to snapping, on the edge of your seat, clawing at your skin.

Aggression...
Aggression is bomb-black with a dash of plum-pain and a nerve-pinch of auburn-anger.

Protection...
Protection is the navy-blue safe house locked up with the precious cargo from the witness protection program.

Slaves Slay

Numbers.
Letters.
Forbidden.
Disobedience.
Pain.
Stolen love.
Laughter at the crack of the whip.
Hard labor. Or the crack of the whip.
Lost.

RAWR!

My pearly white razor sharp teeth so close to your face at night. My scaly back against the wall. So tempted to just... Eat you. You look delicious. Like a tasty midnight snack...
But no, I can't eat you. Because I am shoved under your bed. I'm unwanted by you. Unloved. What did I ever do to you? Nothing. Exactly. Now pick me up and put me on your bed. So I can take my claws and sink them into your skin. Revenge is tasty. And you, my friend, are revenge.
Thinking of the many bad things that could happen to you makes me smile.
Gravity could reverse therefore shoving you to ceiling. You would be dead.
Or maybe, that can of pencils could create a gang mob with your stereo. And they could just fall. And you could just... Die.
Maybe the smell of your coconut hair is what makes you so potent, your pretty pink unicorn lotion. Maybe that's what makes you so irresistible and monster snack worthy. My teeth could be like Chuck Norris' roundhouse kick. My claws are like the underbelly of hell. But no, unfortunately I'm just your stuffed monster that your mom got you for Christmas last year.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings responce

The poem "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," by Maya Angelou has crazy similes. Like as if you're actually watching this caged bird fret and mope. While another bird owns the sky. As if you feel the birds pain and want but still feel the freedom of the free bird in the "orange sun rays."
I really like this poem because it rhymes but its not like it has to rhyme so it really flows together.

Magnetic Poetry

Under her happy, perfect outside,

are secrets.

She truly cries inside.

She says, “Never talk with trouble.”

She writes beauty in strong situations.

Trust.

Believe.

Protect.

Love.

Stand by.

Me.

Langston hughes responce

Langston Hughes Response

“I, Too.” By Langston Hughes is about a slave who’s saying that he too, will have freedom someday. He’s saying, that he’s going to stand up. Not necessarily him, but the negro race.

“I, Too.” Is a fairly, free verse poem. When Langston writes, “Nobody’ll dare say to me, ‘Eat in the kitchen.’” Is when it made it clear what he was writing about then. When he says, “Besides, they’ll see how beautiful I am and be ashamed,” was really powerful because when he says that he too, is America. It makes you think about how much they wanted, and with enough willpower, their wishes finally came true.

V3r$uz.

Vs. Poem

The Rock vs. The Hulk

The uber ripped, scary, man-which eating, bone crushing, and spine tingling man called… The Rock.

Vs.

The spinach eating, steroid popping, hair raising, unmanageable anger of a thing called…

The Hulk.

But… They both have foot cancer.

Pretty Vs. Ugly

Tall, smart, pretty.

Vs.

Ugly with a chainsaw.

Ken Vs. Barbie

Ken karate kicks kids caroling on Christmas.

Vs.

Bratty, brain-dead Barbie’s buy blonde boyfriends.

Chuck Norris Vs. Al CaPWN!

Rust red beard, blood cells are dangerous as barbed wire, and a round-house kick that’ll leave you in hell, known as…

Chuck Norris.

Vs.

The gun packing, BAMF from the ghetto, with a Mafia on his good side. Known as Al Capone.

Noobs Vs. PWND

Noobs have chainsaws.

PWND have experience.