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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:58 pm
((Wrote this a while back when I was daydreaming...))
Todays and Tomorrows
When is that time?
When will it come?
When even Death dies?
When Fear screams, runs
and Hides?
When Joy and Happiness Fly
into Clouded Charcoal skies?
Never seen be Anyone
Dead or Alive.
The End of my sweet
Lullaby
It makes me want to
Cry
It makes me Wonder
Why?
Why we look upon the future with such
Sorrows
While letting Happy Moments pass us
By
Look, LOOK at your sky!!
It isn't Black!
It isn't any any other, in fact.
Don't try Preaching to me that
Good Never out weighs the Bad!
(And if you try, then that's just sad...)
Yes, it's true Death still Kills
That Fear still Haunts
That Worries in our Head still Taunt...
But here's a thought:
THINK MORE OF TODAY AND LESS OF TOMORROW.
Do us All a favor
Go out and Play
This goes to Anyone of Any Age.
Let the Sun Kiss your Face.
Let the Wind Dance with You.
In fact, Dance in the Rain
Without a Care
Without any Shame.
Let your Feet hit the Ground
Makes a "patter-patter" Sound.
Forget the Dirt on your Shoe
Enjoy the Gift God gave you.
As for your Sorrow, it will Fly
Into Deep Azure skies
Never Again seen by Anyone
Dead or Alive.
Our Talk has now ended,
but before we depart,
Put on a Smile,
Let Joy fill you Heart.
Expell all your Sorrows and
Hold on to your Todays cause' you never Know what's in your Tomorrows...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:21 pm
((I got in here with this one!! My teacher told me to write a poem and the first thing that came into my head was the thing I was staring at. This is even further back than the frist one))
Paper
People ask me what I think the best invention is.
I just smile and say,"Paper".
Then just stand and give me a look that says,
"Could you possibly be any more dull?"
Why do I choose paper you ask?
I think that paper is a very powerfull tool.
And I'm not talking about rock, paper, scisors...
It comes from nature,
Yet is used in everyday life.
It's the powerfull books and poems
My poems.
Things that could change the whole world,
but are so flimsy.
Kids can take boring notes with it,
Yet have fun making airplanes with it.
Grab one and take a ride in it.
You can fold it or cut it to make art--
Make Masterpieces with it.
Or just simply enjoy looking at others.
And the good thing about it is that anyone can use it.
If you can't write then draw it.
It you can't draw then fold or cut it.
And if you can't fold or cut it.....you need some help.
But the greatest thing about paper is when it's blank...
Then you have the Privilege, the Freedom
To fill it up with your Hopes, Dreams, and Wonders
and share them the
World....
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:30 pm
I have to go work on my poetry porject, so I only have time for these two... sorry pplz. emo
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 4:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:05 pm
((This is also from back then. About 7th grade))
My Worlds
I always thought about these four different worlds
All of them are mine. (Not to seem greedy but…)
The first world would be my Fantasy World
I always visit, it’s my favorite
There, I’m (finally) in charge and in control
What I say goes
I could fly if I wanted to
I could do anything I wish to do
I hold the scepter in my hands
And that’s where it will stay.
The second world is My World
My friends
My foes
My teachers
My school
My home
My family
My Mom
My Dad
My brother who talks too loud and hurts My ears
My room
My stuff
My drawings
My poetry
MY LIFE
The third world is The World
Everything wrong goes on in there
Politics fighting like four years olds
Terrorism, Nuclear bombs, War
I look on the news and it’s done
By the same people
If it was a gun shot then it was a young man
Dressed in ghetto clothing
If it was rape then it was a 13 year old girl
And a 40 year old creep
And it makes me keep
Wondering and
Worrying that’ll be
His next Victim
It keeps me
Wondering and Worrying
Worrying and Wondering
That this world will crash
Into mine,
Pollute it,
And make it Die,
And make Me die.
The fourth and last world is my Religious World
I go there once a week
Because in that amount of time
My Worries reach their peak
Every time I go I can feel so free
Like a leaf floating down the surface of a stream
Or the worries will get more Extreme
Because I take the Book too literally
But calm down when they tell me what it really means
And listen to the speaker on the
Altar.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 6:18 pm
((Normally I would type in pink but in this poem the pink is comming from the little sister and the purple from the big sister. Narration is black and these instructions...I always wanted a sis, especially an older one. I made the lil sis my opposite by being short and having a sis in the first place, but I also had those same feelings in 6th grade, mostly in math class, about feeling stupid...))
Big Sister
“Ugh! That’s it! I can’t take it anymore!!”I yelled throwing my book to the floor.
Big sis came in and opened the door.
Wearing an apron, probably from chores.
“Shhh!!! Be quiet! Mom’s asleep!”
“With all this noise she’ll be up for weeks!”
“I’m sorry okay?! I’m just really stressed out!” I plopped on my bed and said with a pout.
“All of these school days have given me doubt.”
She closed the door quietly,
And sat on the bed right next to me.
Me and my pout.
“It’s okay, just let it out”
“Alright”, I said, my pout disappeared, “But don’t tell anyone else, you hear?!”
“Ok little sis I’m all ears!!”
“Hey! Don’t you dare call me small!”
“I’m a little short for me age, is all...”
“So what’s all this fuss at school? I thought it was something you liked?”
“Some of the kids and teachers are nice. Why in the world do you need my advice?”
“Yeah, some are nice. The others just bite.”
“Is that the reason you’re always in fights?”
“Hey! I thought you said you were all ears, not mouth!”And then came back, my little pout.
“Everyone in class is smarter than me!”I screamed, big sis shushed me, but still listened intently.
“I feel like a moron, an idiot, a dope!”
“Every time I go it’s like one big joke!!”
But big sis just smiled. It drove me wild
With curiosity.
How dare she!! Does she think this is funny?!?!
“You sound just like me when I was that young
“Trust me, you’re not the only one...”
“Just do your best at everything you do”
'Don’t listen to what dumb kids tell you.”
“Be polite to the teachers,
if they put you on the bleachers.”
“Cause’ they just might put you in the game.”
“Walk with your head held high and don’t be ashamed
of what makes you, You
of what people think”
“They’re not gonna sue.”
“Live life the way it came to you.”
“Pull out a smile and let it stay a while.”
“Keep your Head high child and play the
Game…”
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 7:09 pm
((UPDATED))
Road to Where the Halo Never Ends…
Round and Round it goes
The blessed Halo
Found Anywhere you Look across the
Land
Rings as gifts for young Lovers
The Families of the Future;
Our fellow Travelers on this Road
From Mansion to Cardboard Boxes
We all Share this Journey
This Purpose
This Path
Not knowing where it Bends
Unaware of its
Twists and Turns
Some have become confused
They can be Found walking around in Circles
Making no Progress
At All
While others argue over useless things
Whether the road is Covered in
Gravel or Dust
How Long it is
When will the Trip be
Over and Done with
Or Even if there’s a
Destination to begin with
If we’re all forever cursed to trod this path
As an eternal dance
Of Lies.
We try to bring them back to the course
It becomes successful
For most at least
But the rest are stuck in what seems to be in an
Endless Hypnosis.
But we still Continue to
Push on
As we see the Warm Glow in the distance
Many have fallen along the way
But we’ll meet them soon.
It’s Growing Brighter!!
I Feel as though
Wheels are
Rolling
Pushing me
Forward
(Yet we make our Way on Foot)
Getting
Faster and Ever more
Closer to Our
Dreams
I count every Second
Blasting past me
Never to be Seen
Again
As I head Home
As we
ALL
Head Home.
To Where the Halo Never Ends….
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 5:04 pm
I finished my poetry project!! 4laugh It was 45 pages total and was done in 2 days.....I need SLEEP gonk mad
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 5:51 pm
((I was getting bossed around in 6th grade alot. Mostly at lunch, so I made a poem about it))
A Mask of Smiles and a Blaze of Anger
Heat is Rising
Blazing
A smile is Carved Upon my Mask
No one notices the true Fiery Rage
Hiding
Underneath
But I still Mingle
With my Smile--
My Mask
My Joy seems to overflow
But not right now
No
Right now I sit at my lunch table,
Look out the window and
Daydream
About a girl who ruled a land with
Ease
Who could probably defend it in her sleep
From anything that came to
Oppose it
Everyone in the land loved her--
Adored her
She was the role model of role models
And just about anyone could
Get along with her
But the best thing about her
Was that she was always
Calm
She’d keep her cool
When a Dragon
Attacked
She’d do just fine
If a Hurricane
Striked
So I will follow the ways
Of this Splendid
Leader
And when I leave my Table
And the Taunts Begin
My Mask is
Gone
Without a Trace
You question now:
What’s in its place?
Instead of a Blaze
They see her face.
The Calm and in Control Leader
The Role Model of Role Models
And the face they see turns out to be
My Own.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:36 am
Being christmas eve I won't be here for a while.... emo
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!! mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 2:51 pm
Not shabby at all. Sorry, I was on vacation since Friday, so I haven't done jack or squat around here since at least then, if not longer (I can't remember) so yeah.
Overall, not bad at all. I really to read them a couple times before I can say much about any of them...sorry I didn't read them earlier.
Kharne Bloodhowler, Vice-Captain
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Kharne Bloodhowler Vice Captain
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