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Sweetie-Pie

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Adrian DeVine

Any Troll I Can Copy

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Level 7

Since: Sep 08

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#4333 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
I know dude, I'm having a great season. I'm really getting a hit almost every time I'm up to bat.
So I've noticed...you hit them out of the park...REAL GOOD!!!

Vocabulary is nothing but wind, dude...
Be nice..they'll like you for it..
Of course, it's hypocritical if in pretense
just be yourself..(poor dude)
Level 7

Since: Sep 08

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#4335 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
And what sort of life do you, who pose as being moral, lead my dear prevaricator Stephen D, you forget that you are in the native land of the hypocrite.”
anyway, who rang your bell ?
Not to worry..........just because I'm in the land don't make me a hypocrite...my life is blameless. I'm not trying to gather anyone's wife. I'm not seeking thrills at the cost of others.

as far as my bell...well you're everywhere mucking up the place. It's hard to ignore you...I see the damage you do. Hurting women that you've drawn to you. You've hurt a couple that I'm acquainted with...
Level 8

Since: Aug 08

Seasons Change

#4336 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
And what sort of life do you, who pose as being moral, lead my dear prevaricator Stephen D, you forget that you are in the native land of the hypocrite.”
anyway, who rang your bell ?
Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead...

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#4338 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
You fill curious language systems with
trenchant arid space.
I use taut thought to
secrete opaque platitudes.
Your valid influence means
women represent droll admonitions of
observation delving into understanding.
Individual scholars form expatriate
pariah societies as
cunning character solutions ebb.
Reported

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#4340 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
We orbit in time
to the feverish scene
at the edge of poetry.
Our counterpart’s satirical mooning
of the viceroy straps the bread-burden
to our current tarry despair.
Now those immense loves you refer to
are in shards,
impaled on a pale blue bottle
of fraudulent names, unfounded lies,
and false hopes .
Reported.

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4341 Jun 2, 2013
Sweetie-Pie wrote:
<quoted text>
Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead...
That was a brilliant post. I try not to, but I despise that poster with all those fancy words. He stooped VERY LOWBROW where I am concerned and I hadn't done anything hateful to him in the least. He was hateful with me after I followed all his rules to the letter.

He has obviously justified to the point that he believes what are actually lies. Lie Lie and Deny and hide cause you know it's possible out here and so many jump in without more than a clue as to what is really happening behind the scenes.

This man posted an address I had back in 1998. Hell, even I had forgotten it. He also ruined a budding relationship I had with a very special woman. He and another poster helped contribute to this particular person that claims she left for good and no longer posts and she had only arrived several months before all the nasty crap played out.

I'll say it again, Sweetie Pie, Brilliant post as so many of yours are. I really think the world of you and I'm not shy to say so. I believe the things you say out here ... and if I have any doubt, I don't question, nor do I get involved.

Peace and <3 2 :)

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4342 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
You fill curious language systems with
trenchant arid space.
I use taut thought to
secrete opaque platitudes.
Your valid influence means
women represent droll admonitions of
observation delving into understanding.
Individual scholars form expatriate
pariah societies as
cunning character solutions ebb.
You are a poser
You use big enough words and some aren't in our dictionary
You aren't even worth the effort to go and find it.

You use others words and know full well the majority don't know which are yours and again, you're not worth the effort.

The other AdrianDeVine profile out here is wonderful in that they really let us know when they are in the mood to all your plagarisms.

If you were close enough, I would spit ... in your direction, though I would purposely miss you because you are also not even worth that much thought.

I can't say I was anything more than stupid ... I did know better because I witnessed much of your disgust before I dared post you my email address with actual name on it. I was too stupid to realize even how to make different names for my email. You were slick ... like oil too dirty to be worth a damn.

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4343 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
We orbit in time
to the feverish scene
at the edge of poetry.
Our counterpart’s satirical mooning
of the viceroy straps the bread-burden
to our current tarry despair.
Now those immense loves you refer to
are in shards,
impaled on a pale blue bottle
of fraudulent names, unfounded lies,
and false hopes .
NOW THIS HERE is precisely what I despise of you the most.

YOU LIE and sometimes it started out as a false guess, but then you
keep it going. You lied to Kate about me ... what did you have to gain.

You thought I was DAVID, but then you post my address from that long ago. If you know that address you also gathered more info. Now who does that after such a brief encounter such as you and I shared.

I told you and I'll never change my opinion on you ... you are LOWBROW, you lie and deny, and I don't believe a word you say and why would anyone ... enough have experienced your SICKNESS ... and if you are so selfish and centered and unkind ... not to know ... you are a snake.

I also believe you are under the influence and it also affects what you post and what you remember. Don't make me go after some links twit! Oh and I'm not shy if you care to do to me what I watched you do with S&P when you posted personal emails.

You are an idiot if you think some aren't smart enough to see through anything that can easily be manipulated. Everything out here can be manipulated and every ounce of it can be a lie ... I DIDN'T LIE out here! You have!

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4347 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
"AOTHER ALIAS PRETENSE."
Trish, your slithering skin forged into armor
by design, the highest quality of steel.
So diaphanous yet opaque,
a finely sculpted guise and pretense.
Today the scales are made of bronze,
tomorrow ebony or maybe gold.
The tireless smith works late into the
night, pursuing your cunning perfection undefined.
When the blessed night arrives
the armour's lain delicately aside,
never ever ready to be unsheathed
lest a new face or two should arrive.
Slumber is no longer silent,
dreams are fuelled by the next design
To fool the spectator into thinking
that the wearer is one of their kind.
Mirrors offer no reflection,
neither fair nor foul.
Only the gilded armour shines,
ever quenching the once human soul
That forged its' own demise.
Fancy words boi, but you aren't a boy. You are old enough to know
better, yet this is your game. Get better boi cause you are the second most lowlife out here and you're very good at it with all your spin and lies and that doesn't fit me honey,,,,... better take another glance in the mirror snoookums. I'm gonna post that cute snake poem you sent me .. Dave and who?:)

:)

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#4348 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
"AOTHER ALIAS PRETENSE."
Trish, your slithering skin forged into armor
by design, the highest quality of steel.
So diaphanous yet opaque,
a finely sculpted guise and pretense.
Today the scales are made of bronze,
tomorrow ebony or maybe gold.
The tireless smith works late into the
night, pursuing your cunning perfection undefined.
When the blessed night arrives
the armour's lain delicately aside,
never ever ready to be unsheathed
lest a new face or two should arrive.
Slumber is no longer silent,
dreams are fuelled by the next design
To fool the spectator into thinking
that the wearer is one of their kind.
Mirrors offer no reflection,
neither fair nor foul.
Only the gilded armour shines,
ever quenching the once human soul
That forged its' own demise.
Reported.

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#4349 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
Of blue tides I know, which
Wash away,
Clear me of my thoughts.
Let me digress,
I need rest.
My mind keeps stalling,
Avoiding the subject.
Opaque view that messes with me,
Quit messing.
Slowly let me go,
Let me be disheartened.
Let me be foolish and disheartened.
Let me make this mistake, once more
I want this, I want it badly.
Not having this peace
brings me agony,
Fills me with deceit,
Don't let me lie,
At least not to me.
I need this chance,
This one shot to learn,
To be tough.
To be truth.
And live this truth.
Because it's my own, and
It's what I choose.
Reported.

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#4350 Jun 2, 2013
Princess. Hey..ANYONE seen her???

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#4351 Jun 2, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
You tell me that I am young
That life has merely licked me, not stung
That I do not understand, that I have not yet lived
Enough to grasp the substance
I have known disease
Slow tears, muted pleas
Pain that nothing could appease
I have known the smell of hospitals for summers
The beeping and slurping of machine in massive numbers
I have spoken to voiceless loved ones,
Loved ones with teethless mouths and twisted tongues
Distorted jaws and wheezing lungs.
We have spoken with little green charts
And broken hearts
From the inability to connect the mouth to the thoughts in the head
And I left without understanding,
What they had said
Because I eventually had to let it go
(I still don't know)
I have spent countless summer nights
In nature’s garb, floating silently in a river
So warm that my limbs, skimming the surface, didn't shiver
Under a clear sky, the stars like paradisiac lights
Without anyone ever finding out
About these wild and primal escapades
I've drank, I've smoked
I have burned my throat
With coarse lemon gin
Until I could no longer feel my skin.
I have been frightened
Yes I have felt fear, like a noose around my throat being tightened
Like a gruesome black crow, perched on my shoulder
I have often awoken affright at night,
Longing, praying, for the morning light
I have felt fear, wild, fierce and turbulent fear
More than anyone will everyone will ever know
I have known humiliation
Causing my cheeks to turn carnation
A spoon, emptying my insides out
Like a gourd
I have loved
I have known the aching pain of a swelled heart
And the way it can tear you apart
I have gushed torrents upon my pillows and sleeves
Tears running down my chin like guilty thieves
From a lit-up house
I have known death, and grief
The meaning of "never"
Whimpering in the school bathroom
And cold, lonely nights
I have seen the works of Van Gogh, Mondrian, and Miro,
Modigliani, Cezanne, and Frida Kahlo
Of Monet, Gauguin, Matisse, Magritte, and Picasso
I have wandered through hallways of masterpieces
Holding tight to my grandmother's hand
And I have wept shamelessly for joy
Before Degas's La classe de danse
I have been diagnosed
I have undergone computer programs designed to shift my brain, to better it
To get me to be normal, to submit
I have had brain-altering medicine shoved down my throat,
Like stuffing a goose,
To make my brain run a little less loose
And I have submitted and gotten use to my brain being altered.
I have had kisses that were mere trifles
Frivolous, yet fierce and acute like shots from a rifle
Lips of mere flesh, not sweet godly nectar
And gazes that meant everything
That seemed to connect with an invisible yet indestructible string
Iris like distant galaxies and pupils twinkling like black jewels
Eyes that seemed enkindled by some ethereal fuel
Speaking of emotions far too secluded, cryptic and cluttered
To be worded and uttered
I know the way in which violence resides
Not in commotion, brusqueness, nor physical harm
But in silence
In the time that covers pain and secrets
In the slow impossibility of trust
In the way that some secrets become inconceivable to tell, time has so covered them in rust
In that dull, dismal ache
In all that is doomed to remain forever opaque.
I have read, for pleasure,
The works of Balzac, Fitzgerald, Steinbeck, and Voltaire
Of Bobin, Gaude, and Baudelaire
Of Flaubert, Hemingway
and good old Bradbury, Ray
Émile Zola, Primo Levi
Moliere, Rousseau, and Bukowski
I have read, and loved, and understood
I have known insomnia
The way a beach knows the tides
Sleepless nights of convulsive, feverish panic, of clutching my sides,
Of silent hysteria and salty terror.
I know what happens at night, when sweet slumber seems so far away
The worries and woes seem to multiply and swell in hopeless disarray
My lips grow pale, my eye grow sunken
As a time ticks by, tomorrow darkens
Reported

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4352 Jun 2, 2013
Bet if we could start the voting over again,... that little wuuuuz woudn't be winning this poll.:)

Good Night Enzo :)

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#4354 Jun 3, 2013
Colorado Chick wrote:
Princess. Hey..ANYONE seen her???
Yep, she was on a few hours ago. I got a prop from her. She's a nice person.
Sweetie-Pie

United States

#4355 Jun 3, 2013
Ignorance is Bliss

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4356 Jun 3, 2013
SIMPLY DEVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
In your doubt I am left, alone,
I appreciate you kept it brief. I reached out to you at a time I was too clueless to see all that was happening out here.

In my excitement as a newbie, I was posting frenetically
at 98wpm. There were times I would hit pop ups accidently
and though I hadn't really intended to (I was leery) I had
opened an occasional link.

I traveled so fast and furious, I was blinded
I may have appeared selfish and a bit of an attentionwhore, but
I swear I didn't see it that way at the time.
I thought I was having such fun and occasionally I know it really
was. You were there on occasions and it really was a blast.

I thought you were charming and ... you were PDG when I first spoke
with you ... wondering how it was you pressed down gently when I appeared to be pounding the keys ... guess I was impatiant to get another post out, though I see now how silly that really was.

Can't get it all into one post so I'll break it up....

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4357 Jun 3, 2013
I laughed my ever loven off and I thought you had too.
Then I discovered your poetry.
Wow,... hot stuff.
I hadn't ever read such stuff in my life,
nor had I ever indulged in that sort of porn in writing nor in film ... It was captivating ... to say the very least.

It stirred in me something I hadn't realized I even had in there, honestly.
I'm a passionate woman, a mature woman and I thought you sounded like a passionate and mature man. Lol

Then all the rumours, then all the brazen posts I witnessed you make to others. Then I watched as you went after the women out here and how you defended yourself again the distaste directed at you.

Then the PI and the personal emails and the smut and the HATE.
You terrified me and then I discovered you were known as Adrian.

Then the game got really interesting ... for me...

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4358 Jun 3, 2013
I remembered distinctly where I had first seen your posts. It was truly the first time I sat down and wrote freelance ... the longest poem ever.
I was mad at you, more like disgusted and my nasty poem showed proof to that. I didn't even know you and I wanted to backhand you, though I'm not a violent woman, nor would I ever lay hands on another to hurt them, unless they ... tried hurt me, or those I love in this world. I'll got batchit crazy on ya then, guarantee.

You were so rude and mean,
It was at LL's thread.
You ... but I decided to offer you the benefit of the doubt, as I do look for the good in others.

You got rude with me once or twice, I didn't know why.
I mouthed off a bit right back at ya, though I didn't have malice in my heart towards you.
I just wanted to get more acquainted with the man that could write like you do ... or the way I thought it appeared.

Level 5

Since: Mar 13

Location hidden

#4359 Jun 3, 2013
Then I met up with AdrianDeVine ... the other profile
that is still active, though it most assuredly was not you. I've not seen them much, lately.

Then told me via PM that you had hurt them terrible as had you a good number of others, though they would tell me no details. They did however, repeatedly try to warn me. Then one day out of frustration they came in and called me an idiot and said, "Fine, do what you think you want" and gave me your name, address and telephone number.

I didn't save it ... I was very leery at that point.

You got mouthy again with me and I threw out the first name in a word game. Quite the reaction I got from you. You wondered and pursued me to tell you, though you had already started stalking and posting alongside me with all your charming, blah blah blah's ... Who it is? How do they know, what they appear to know? Do I know them, is it a sock of my of my ... someone I mucked.
Then you came out with the, "How did you get my Pops name?"

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