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No because someone might steal it.
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Love is lust
Depression is agression
Fear is a lie
When your loved one has died


Sorry it's kind of sad
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I wrote this believe it!:

You in your shell are you waiting for someone to rescue you from yourself. Don't be disappointed when no
one comes.

Don't blame me you didn't get it

I already told you, that falling is easy its getting back up that becomes the problem, becomes the
problem and if you don't believe that you can find a way out you become the problem, become the problem.

You, all alone, are you waiting for someone to make you whole? Can't you see aren't you tired of this
dysfunctional routine.

I already told you, that falling is easy its getting back up that becomes the problem, becomes the
problem and if you believe that you can find a way out you you solve the problem, solve the problem.
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Hacker's Manifesto

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

&&&&&&&

damn, that was just a good poem... a poem made by a hack3r, in year 1986... rumors tell he was just a highschooler when he made that poem...

ps. dang im just in the learning process of it...
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xdn0m wrote:

Hacker's Manifesto

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

&&&&&&&

damn, that was just a good poem... a poem made by a hack3r, in year 1986... rumors tell he was just a highschooler when he made that poem...

ps. dang im just in the learning process of it...


good poem dude.
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I will never be broken like glass
Though I may be as sharp as it,
I will not be bent like plastic
Though I may be as flexible as it,
By nor my friends nor my family
Nor alies or enemies,
My life is my own
Weather shattered or together,
Twisted or straight,
It shall be my own dazine and creation
And that is the way it shall stay.

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No offense to anyone who's posted here. This is just what I came up with.

I came across a forum topic.
The intelligence there was microscopic.
The topic called for some poetry,
But all I have read are proofs of idiocy.
Though I'm sure the poets aren't to blame,
These horrendous posts are worthy of flame.
Someone hasn't showed them how,
(So I guess I will now)
To write a poem worthy of being read,
Instead of one that will leave us dead.
Why write about emo things like blood and thorns,
When you can write about happiness, bunnies, and unicorns?
Or maybe a haiku about nature's majesty.
Just make sure it isn't like any of these travesties.



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Trees by joyce kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Posted 3/2/08
I hate poems, but we were forced to memorized a poem and present it to the class.
This is what I had to memorize... <_<

Disillusionment of ten o'clock
by Wallace Stevens

The houses are haunted
By white night gowns
None are green
Or purple with green rings
Or green with yellow rings
Or yellow with blue rings
None of them are strange
With socks of lace
And beaded ceinture
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles
Only, here and there, an old sailor
Drunk and asleep in his boots
Catches tigers
In red Weather
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Zangetsu620 wrote:

No offense to anyone who's posted here. This is just what I came up with.

I came across a forum topic.
The intelligence there was microscopic.
The topic called for some poetry,
But all I have read are proofs of idiocy.
Though I'm sure the poets aren't to blame,
These horrendous posts are worthy of flame.
Someone hasn't showed them how,
(So I guess I will now)
To write a poem worthy of being read,
Instead of one that will leave us dead.
Why write about emo things like blood and thorns,
When you can write about happiness, bunnies, and unicorns?
Or maybe a haiku about nature's majesty.
Just make sure it isn't like any of these travesties.





very well put.
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Terminator_kun wrote:

Trees by joyce kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.



That was beautiful.
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as soon as the word poetry is mentioned all the emo kids come crawling out of the wood work ... ¬¬

my god... just because you can rhyme doesn't mean you can write.
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nope not offten but i wish i cuold creat my own too...
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According to what one of the elders said, taking an enemy on the battlefield is like a hawk taking a bird. Even though it enters into the midst of a thousand of them, it gives no attention to any bird other than the one it first marked.
Posted 3/3/08
i've created one,..here's the last part,.(its not that nice)

i know how you will react to my confession and
i hate to recieve a rejection.
so i decided to keep my special attention towards you and act as normal as i always do~~
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