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02-19-2007, 04:22 PM
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wow.. this is cool. i bet you have something sexy for me.. show it then! |
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02-19-2007, 05:07 PM
Little Rosie, walking across the lawn
Little Rosie, in the light of dawn Little Rosie, screaming without a sound Little Rosie, walking sleepless around Little Rosie, if they could hear your song Little Rosie, they'd be walking along Little Rosie, will slit her bony wrists Little Rosie, doesn't want to excist Little Rosie, had a mind so rotten Little Rosie, now dead and forgotten [ ♥<-- Jordan's heart! \(Ò_ó)/ ]
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03-07-2007, 05:02 PM
Nice poem NanteNa.It's really a good poem.
The pic added goes to the ones whose ideas are in a box, to the ones who don't give respect to the one who doesn't fit in that box, stereotying one as I am. You'll soon learn your mistake in not getting the chance, because of Your Error to get to know as others have gotten to know, love, respect, and appreciate me for who I am and not for what you aim to make me. あしゅり のえる |
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03-07-2007, 05:11 PM
this is a free form of poetry.
menu fried chicken ----------------- 25 pesos fried cat -------------------- 50 pesos fried rice --------------------- 5 pesos fried dog -------------------- 45 pesos fried neighbor's noisy pet ------- priceless i bet you have something sexy for me.. show it then! |
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03-07-2007, 05:15 PM
Hahahahaha!
That was funny. The pic added goes to the ones whose ideas are in a box, to the ones who don't give respect to the one who doesn't fit in that box, stereotying one as I am. You'll soon learn your mistake in not getting the chance, because of Your Error to get to know as others have gotten to know, love, respect, and appreciate me for who I am and not for what you aim to make me. あしゅり のえる |
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03-07-2007, 10:14 PM
My face lies with fake smiles and false joy.
My soul longs for a single glince of hope. I pour out lies just to make it through the day. I want to be happy like I was many years ago. The scars are proff of the worst of days. The memories are signs of long gone days. I'm lost and cold and broken iside. I'm dead and lifeless all the time. No one knows how I really feel inside. No one can see what I have been through. This is my cry for help and my final string. This is my deciding chocie and the ice is gettin thin... ^^ I wrote it last night... Life goes on. But I'm gone. Cause I'll die without you. </3 |
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03-07-2007, 10:34 PM
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03-08-2007, 12:03 PM
I`m experiencing the writer`s block right now...this is my last poem:
X And I`m left here.. *sigh* |
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03-15-2007, 12:41 AM
The nights grow longer
The days grow colder Wishing time would stop Faking a smile everyday Of her horrible life She tries so hard To hide the scars She sits in school Dreading going home Knowing what waits Once she enters Those horrible gates She dreams of the day She'll finally be free To be carefree and loved Not hated and scorned She comes and leaves school Fighting tears back everyday Wishing someone could help But also knowing that price That would be paid if so As she sits there and dreams Her eyes start to tear Wishing no on could hear The sad, sorry tears She dreams about death In this cold lonely place Never knowing true love Or what it could have been She tries so hard To hide the scars Faking a smile everyday Of her horrible lie Because the nights They grow longer And the days They grow colder But then, that Wonderful day came She was finally free And all her dreams Turned into reality She was finally happy She cried no more tears all of her fears simply disappeared One I wrote about 2 weeks ago maybe? Life goes on. But I'm gone. Cause I'll die without you. </3 |
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