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You walk down the street,
Pretty young blonde girl,
With your (fake) fur-lined bomber jacket
And your headphones in, iPod in pocket,
The lyrical sounds blocking out things that you don't want to hear.
You can only just make out the sound
Of the man you've just ignored,
The one in the wheelchair,
The stump of his missing leg propped up,
The Big Issue held in his outstretched hand.
Help the homeless who want to help themselves, he says,
But you, oh kind and giving young lady,
Just rush on by, your mother's words ringing in your head:
It's not your money to give out, Darling,
I know you mean well, but you can't give out what's not truly yours.
So you obey your mother, because, well,
What else can you do?
You console yourself with chocolate and music,
Hating that you are blind
But sensitive to what you cannot see.
Pretty young blonde girl,
With your (fake) fur-lined bomber jacket
And your headphones in, iPod in pocket,
The lyrical sounds blocking out things that you don't want to hear.
You can only just make out the sound
Of the man you've just ignored,
The one in the wheelchair,
The stump of his missing leg propped up,
The Big Issue held in his outstretched hand.
Help the homeless who want to help themselves, he says,
But you, oh kind and giving young lady,
Just rush on by, your mother's words ringing in your head:
It's not your money to give out, Darling,
I know you mean well, but you can't give out what's not truly yours.
So you obey your mother, because, well,
What else can you do?
You console yourself with chocolate and music,
Hating that you are blind
But sensitive to what you cannot see.
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Not Lovers - KakuHida
Author's note: I finally finished this! I wanted to write a KakuHida fanfic (an actual one) for awhile and I got it done last night with some help :3 This is very loosely inspired by the roleplays that go on at IMVU. We were in a friend's bed one night when the idea just...popped into my head XD I think I ended it well. It's not too corny or cliché.
Disclaimer: THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY, HAHA! THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY, HOHO! :D
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Hidan knew he couldnt expect Kakuzu to be the romantic type. He was in love with his money and that was it. He never told Hidan how he truly felt about anything,
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Feelings of love - part one
"Itachi-san, may I have a word with you?" Kisame Hoshigaki, scourge of the hidden mist, said to the nonchalant teenager that was passing him in the hallway. Itachi then followed Kisame down the hallway until they stopped by their room and went in.
"So, what do you want to talk about, Kisame? I'm very busy since I have to get ready to fight my insolent little brother." Itachi said. Kisame nodded his head.
"I know, I know. I just wanted to talk with you before you did all that." Kisame explained. "Look Itachi, this is a big risk. I know that you are really strong and really talented but you still could get killed." Kisame said until he was in
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ITACHI!! Sasuke yelled, bursting through the door. Ive come to-I, err, ahh... Sasukes face turned beet red. Hed just walked in on Itachi and Kisame, and caught them in a VERY compromising situation
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Now, Sasuke, I think I should explain to you what you saw-Itachi began,
I SAW MY OLDER BROTHER GETTING SCREWED BY A GIANT SHARK!!! He was sitting across the room from Kisame and Itachi, who had the decency to put on their shorts in his company. His face flushed again as he spoke.
Itachi tried again. Yes, were a
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Yes, this poem in incredibly self-deprecating. Sorry about that.
Going to college and walking around town during the day, I see a lot of different homeless people, trying to sell copies of the Big Issue. I nearly always just walk past, because "it's not my money to spend". Also, I know I need this money to buy food and other stuff for school during the week, so I don't know if spending £2 on a magazine that I probably won't read might adversely affect me later in the week. Especially since, if asked directly, I will cave in. It hurts that I want to help people so badly and knowing that I can't/won't. And it hurts even more that people are willing to donate to a cause they can't see, and yet they ignore the people in need who are right in front of them.
EDIT!---- And I've just realised how badly my mum comes across, both in the poem and in this comment box.. Sorry, mum!
Going to college and walking around town during the day, I see a lot of different homeless people, trying to sell copies of the Big Issue. I nearly always just walk past, because "it's not my money to spend". Also, I know I need this money to buy food and other stuff for school during the week, so I don't know if spending £2 on a magazine that I probably won't read might adversely affect me later in the week. Especially since, if asked directly, I will cave in. It hurts that I want to help people so badly and knowing that I can't/won't. And it hurts even more that people are willing to donate to a cause they can't see, and yet they ignore the people in need who are right in front of them.
EDIT!---- And I've just realised how badly my mum comes across, both in the poem and in this comment box.. Sorry, mum!
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I am sorry but those people annoy me not going to lie, I saw someone who did the big issue and they had amazing new nike shoes... and really nice clothes I couldn't believe it :/ and I really like your poem though was great xxx