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Lady Liberty by Terrorera, literature

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Lady Liberty

Staring into the East I can see you stumbling back to me The stench of oil on your breath like liquor blood money lines your pockets like lint Terror color codes hang from your eyelids the same way nooses hung from trees Watch the bodies ebb and flow as they sway in the breeze Arms tatted up with childhood images of your American dreams but your body has become a nightmare What happened to you? You used to love me You used to say my name like I was your sun your sky your stars your reason why you used to call me your lady But now I'm just liberty And you say my name like you own me but I don't own you Say my name like you used to S

the last of the three by Terrorera, literature

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the last of the three

I stumble from canyon to canyon searching for winding sreams but I find rough clay and bones bathed in dust Time ticks a lowly beat And makes fun of the bags under my eyes Making me self-conscious and shit We do things that we don't want to do Because we need things That we don't want to need I can't decide if life if a forced labor camp or if I'm just a tourist that took a wrong turn Somewhere between salvation and skepticism Tiptoeing over scripture lines and eavesdropping on the hushed whispers of wise men Trying to overhear a reason why in a world of what Over the drone of radio static Over every second spent waiting in the dr

I want by Terrorera, literature

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I want

I'm sorry but I don't want a cubicle and a mortgage I wasn't born to be boxed in I want distance and I want strife and I want conflict and I want tension I want To learn the lessons Afforded by a drop of water a day beneath the beat of the sun I want to stagger On the surface of the sun my body melting away like ice cream in the microwave I want to feel terror Tremble through my tendons and balance the weight of a life with my fingertips I want to two-step On the edge of peace and war dancing with the devil the darkest angel ever born I want to understand The weight of a crown of thorns I want to find beauty in the tension of a c

As Babylon Burns by Terrorera, literature

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As Babylon Burns

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel we push deeper into the dark Crashing into cobwebs hanging from the ceiling like nooses Threads tightening around our throats to find that we are not weightless Flashes rock the horizon like a thunderstorm of freedom Lady liberty a new colossus stampeding towards the sunrise Following a yellow brick road to a heaven that looks more like hell the path paved with good intentions Twirling in victory dances as fallen soldiers stare into the throbbing beating center Those burning embers in the throng look just like the flames they dreamt on Sleep now in the fire And as the dream gets hotter we can

Kamikaze by Terrorera, literature

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Kamikaze

I wrote her a love poem and put it in my chest pocket Maybe it'll burn through my ribs and latch itself to my heart Maybe if I plummet into the sea it would plummet with me and I could relive the edges of her body with lines of Japanese poetry Maybe those bullets Would break through my cockpit sending shells streaming through my body like rays of the rising sun shards of poetry and glass putting me to sleep in the sky They are here for retribution For a harbor of pearls that the world saw smoking we awoke a star spangled dragon A beast of red stripe and dark steel machines of men that don't feel we called them Americans They called us

Till a silence fell by Terrorera, literature

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Till a silence fell

I long so much for that baseline where I don't feel where the sideline is too extreme where there are no turnovers no teams but it's vacant It's like I'm squatting on the 20th floor of a 10 story building shivering in the atmosphere of the days relentlessly wasted of the existence I've embraced And I bet if you could ask me if I could change anything I'd say no but why do we lie to ourselves Can we not just let the shallowness slide and abide by the fickle demands of our fickle souls So let me know when you reach that emotional plateau above the city of feelings and earnestness and stability and pain so I can join you in that nirvana unkn

I Utter by Terrorera, literature

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I Utter

Gtfo my life my heart my brain it burns me turns me and lowers me into the pit I’m dying aware yet dying in there in your thoughts your dreams that’s left in life’s coffin I cannot see but two feet in front of me as I stumble through right and wrong and deep dark eyes telling me it’s my destiny to do what threatens me more than all secular tripe It’s the depth of the night the small silver string caught between our souls that lets me know when you twang when you tighten when you relax and when you go when you Go go away from my thoughts Gtfo my life before you destroy anything else Is this sadism are you sadisti

Existence by Terrorera, literature

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Existence

In my life I've found that I can never be perfect, and if I asked anyone else they would probably say the same. We are all imperfect, but that is only because we are all free. For example, a rock is perfectly a rock but it can never chose anything else. It just is. It can never make a choice to change itself for the better or worse. It is completely perfect and without freedom. Ideals are the same way, freedom, bravery, cowardice, love, hate, friendship, camaraderie etc. And people constantly try to live up to these ideals. For example, a few days ago I went to a resturaunt and was served by a waiter. He brought the food out and kept us refil

When She Walks By by Terrorera, literature

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When She Walks By

When she walks by, My heart races, Angels cry, And gods hide their faces When she walks by, The blind can see, The deaf can hear, And the birds can sing Lovers would leave, And the world lament, The preachers would sin, And dollars would be spent For none but I, Know of the beauty she holds, Her beautiful mind, Her beautiful soul The way she moves, The scars of her past, Her quality I see, That no other could surpass I’m not sure what she meant to me, But now my heart always soars, Love told me not that I am sweet, Love I could not honor more There is but one love, One you can find, Trust me my one love, Has th

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Lady Liberty by Terrorera, literature

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the last of the three by Terrorera, literature

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the last of the three

I want by Terrorera, literature

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I want

As Babylon Burns by Terrorera, literature

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As Babylon Burns

Kamikaze by Terrorera, literature

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Kamikaze

Till a silence fell by Terrorera, literature

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Till a silence fell

Needn't Hurry by Terrorera, literature

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Needn't Hurry

The End of this Struggle, With seemingly no end, My only rebuttal, Is that my actions cannot mend, My only discomfort, In the role I played, Is my only ally? As my fortunes would say, Yet it’s as though I’ve lost something somehow, Lost a dear friend along the trek, Given my luck so far, I know I needn’t fret, I know they’ll find me someday, I know I needn’t worry, Yet this pace in life is breathtaking, They know I needn’t hurry.

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The Cross by Terrorera, literature

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The Cross

I looked to the sky, the dreamlike pearly blue sky, closed my eyes, and thanked the Merciful for His many blessings. After a deep breath I came back to reality. The chaos of the day had seeped deeply into my conscience. A ragged crimson person came staggering towards me, their dark olive skin spattered with blood. “Salah Ad-Din, we have taken the city.” A smile played across my face as I scrutinized the warrior in front of me. The smoke looming from behind the grizzled man before me, like a dark cloud above this, our rightful city, seemed to be frantically escaping from this, our world of bloodshed, this our world of war. Men a

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Truth Emboldened by Terrorera, literature

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Truth Emboldened

If all things are transitory, Then for a moment humor me, For it’s one’s actions, one’s turmoil, That makes another’s history, So flying through the field, The smoke, and the flashes, We see others immersed in conflict, Whose personal might surpasses, Even the loftiest of standards, The most sacred of creeds, For in the end, all will find, What matters is the practice, not the preach, And on that stricken field, With their bodies they answer the call, They slash and rip with their arms, Their souls connected to those they fall. To sign away your life, To a cause termed as vague, And the only victories you

In the eyes of God by Terrorera, literature

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In the eyes of God

I cast my eyes across the water, the golden lining of the sea flecking my eyes, yet still I could not look away. It was there, indefinitely, a ceaseless abyss that I can return to, alone or with company, upset or joyful, that quiet lumbering expanse would always listen, would always care. The premature breeze passed across me, my face and arms lavishing the slight chill. I couldn’t help but to retreat up here sometimes at sunset, with all the men in mess hall I had the aft deck all to myself. Well that is, to myself and my massive mute friend. My feet curled in my boots, or tried to, a sailor’s boots can be expected to latch to on

Nicaragua by Terrorera, literature

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Nicaragua

The sun was dying in the west now, reverently passing over the horizon, and slowly pitching us into the uncertainty of the night. I closed my eyes in concentration, the headset to my ear, trying to pluck out the phrases I needed. The jungle was sweltering, it was always sweltering. The humidity seemed to rise early in the morning and fight back against all odds until the night closed in. My feet squirmed on the dirt floor of the hut, palm branches overhead I tried to protect the radio from the endless rain. The voices grew more coherent through my receiver, the snippets of hushed and panicked conversation. My body grew more keyed in on the ex

To Whatever End by Terrorera, literature

The Night by Terrorera, literature

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The Night

Cast about in this storm, To lose or to have regrets, To whatever end you have agreed, May your every footstep be forever blessed, Every soul you see is heroic, Every smile you see is doomed, Everyone you've left behind, With all their hopes left with you, Where every inch matters, Where every inch is worth a life, And like Dante you descend, If only to live again, By cold steel and flame, By flashes like dying stars in the failing light. Should you come upon that dreaded field, Where you must choose between life and sin, Live for those you love, Live that you may never hold them again.

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Aug 23
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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My name is Angel Cordero-Collins and I live in the Durham-Chapel Hill area. I will be attending Appalachian State University in the Fall, pursuing a degree in Political Science with a focus on International Politics with a Double Major in Arabic. I do spoken word poetry and practice Brazilian Jiu-jitsu in my spare time. I love to read and attempt to understand others. I want to be understood and help others to become understood. I am a wolf with the eyes of a saint.

Current Residence: North Carolina
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Personal Quote: What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so f

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Zack de la Rocha

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Children of Men

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Disturbed

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Hermann Hesse/Jean-Paul Sartre

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Call of Duty 4

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XB360

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Terrorera

Jun 23, 2008

Who I Am

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I'm an existential nuyorican, a communist sympathizer, a cunning debater, a political dissident, a hero emulater, a predicate soldier, an amazing writer, a brave person, a quixotically foolish lover, audacious, impractical, cultured, sarcastic, intimidating, predictable, and just a bit too pensieve