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Badness you can get easily, in quantity; the road is smooth, and it lies close by, But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steep is the way to it.

quote by Hesiod
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Sameness

red. brown,
black, white...
sameness...

same thoughts,
same desires,
same needs,
same wants,
same fears,
same goodness,
same badness,
same trying,
same mistakes,
same rights,
same lonliness,
same freedom,
same hopes...

sameness!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Razor blade

Razor blade razor blade
Sharpe glass shards
Knife blades
And all things sharpe.
These are my only friends

They slice into my flesh
Crimson blood flows.
Blood and sharps
Their my only friends

Razor sharp
To cut my skin
Get the badness out
Leaving trails of blood
Many scars left behind

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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REaleasing the pain

To realease the pain from within.
I have to cut and slash.
Watching the crimson blood flow.
Is watching all the badness come out.
I am now pureified for a while.

Realeasing the pain.
Its not like what happened never happened.
But its my tempoary realese.
It makes me feel alive.

I have to realse the pain.
Get the demons out from within.
Become pure for a while longer

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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my friends at PH

we must be hope
and excellence
we are both
compassion
and valor

easily we can get badness
in quantity
the road is wide and smooth
and popular
lying close by
in our houses

in front of excellence
the gods have put
sweat, and a long
and narrow road
steep and
obstructed

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Surrender

Act according to the dislike of a bad man and an evil boy
To find in your life what is funny and creative.
Your decision is finally made on the importance and realty,
The body we carry is all you can bury, to do with badness.

The bad men are not the goodness and relief of the Earth,
So they do by the way say they are good, but also bad and evil.
Even good people know how to win, and how much is this.
Feed the one who is yourself, yourself!

poem by Naveed Akram
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Everything is broken nothing is right

Everything around me is broken.
Nothing remains a whole.
For anger overtakes my life.
Leaving me in hell of a rage.

I have a broken heart.
I have a broken body.
My head a mess.
My heart shatted in a millon peices.

Broken trust broken life.
Broken bottel broken glass.
Nice sharp razor blade.
Blood pouring down.

Blood running in a stream.
Flowing peacfully away.
Now the badness is free.
If only for a while.

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poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The war

An invisible black hiatus of sadness,
An eerie silence as an immense void,
No beacon of hope in this sad badness,
Hate leaving many spaces destroyed,

Bloody war taking up too much space,
Victims stumbling on a rocky path of life,
Curving fates shyly lifting with sad grace,
Quantum love trying to dissipate the strife,

Cold death keeping the ideology of war,
Winners covering themselves with glory,
Dramatic consequences trying to ignore,
Their thinking becoming increasingly gory.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Surprise

It may seem dark now but you are in for a surprise.

Soon it will be light again to push all the darkness away.

So stay put and you will get through it.

For things will get better.

For when the moon leaves the sun will come creating light.

So smile for your light will rise soon.

The pain and heartache is over and now the goodness will come.

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poem by Christina J. Williams
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Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438

To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
To make the senseless sensible and good men out of bad.
If the sons of Asklepios had this gift from the god,
To work a cure on badness and men's infatuate wits,
Many and great would be the fees they earned.
And if understanding could be fashioned and placed in a man,
Never would a good man's son have turned out bad,
By heeding the words of sensible counsel. But as it is, no teaching
Will ever serve to make the bad man good.

poem by Theognis
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