Challenge 139 - Vote

[Dancin' Man]

vote noun, verb, vot·ed, vot·ing.
–noun
1. a formal expression of opinion or choice, either positive or negative, made by an individual or body of individuals.
2. the means by which such expression is made, as a ballot, ticket, etc.
3. the right to such expression: to give women the vote.
4. the decision reached by voting, as by a majority of ballots cast: The vote was for the resolution.
5. a collective expression of will as inferred from a number of votes: the labor vote.
6. an expression, as of some judgment: a vote of confidence.
–verb (used without object)
7. to express or signify will or choice in a matter, as by casting a ballot: to vote for president.
–verb (used with object)
8. to enact, establish, or determine by vote: to vote a proposed bill into law.
9. to support by one's vote: to vote the Republican ticket.
10. to advocate by or as by one's vote: to vote that the report be accepted.
11. to declare or decide by general consent: They voted the trip a success.
12. to encourage or cause to vote, esp. in a particular way

Been watching lots of DNC videos. ****'s ****ed up in Denver.

[RunAmokRampant]

The birthing pain of expression.

What we think is regurgitated
on the page and it’s translated
To the written form. The mind
Votes on what is the most
Appropriate words to use.

The ideas that spring to mind are like shots
Of vodka. Translated on page it
Looks more like vomit.

Hungover on a barren mind, words
Abandon my ideas. The words I choose
are never appropriate.

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yeah pretty rushed but whatev

[Surtr]

I'm growing sick of the claws scratching on the other side of the tinted glass.
Crying "fuck you mum I'm not coming home tonight."
Calmness not setting in to let me control my head.

I remember my dad used to say to me before I'd go to school,
"Its your choice son what you do with life,
Just know
I let mine go to waste
I hope you don't do the same."
He used to say it in such a way.

But dad fucked away and mum's lost all hope
And now I'm just
Their messed up son
Just a boy lost in a world
Of Drugs.
With a line of white and my paper and pen,
Writing down "Its your choice son what you do with life,"
Writing down "Its your choice, its your choice son."

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Quickly written. Probably extremely poor. But I'm busy and figured I'd just do something up on the spot.

[Dancin' Man]

Voting for the working man.

[Powerban]

The vote to succeed
A trip to inner death
Traded guilt for greed
And now whats left?

A decomposed rose
Is what you sent
Violence,
Is what you ment

The silence, The ring
A fall before dawn
The shock, The disguise
Another foregone

The terror, someone is lost
It's ok, you can fit the cost

External hate portrayed into you
Internal confusion, what do you do?
You lose your mind, can't comprehend
Extract some more, Lots to spend

Cover it up, Wear a mask
It's not your fault
They didn't last.

Even with the salutation that they get
Thats no reason to send a debt
What they were.. is now a silhouette


(I might scrap that whole thing, i'm not really happy with it. but hey, my spot!)