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posted by VampirePrinsess
Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his دوستوں that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never کہا good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And
tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not
the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't دکھائیں up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as
fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if آپ would,
I wanted to go to college; I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to منسوخ the date.
I love آپ Mommy, I always have, I know; آپ know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I love you."


***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***
Please if آپ would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if آپ could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If آپ pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye."
Now آپ have 2 choices,
1) Repost and دکھائیں people آپ care
2) Ignore it and آپ have just proven آپ are a heartless mole
I believe I can fly

Take to the sky

Be all that I’m going to be

See all that I’m going to see

آپ can’t hold me back

With me, there’s nothing to lack

So take a seat

Don’t miss a beat

And watch us fly

Right on by

In a jet یا a plane

There’s no way that we’re sane

So sit on back

Try not to hack

Enjoy the view

Don’t miss your Que

To start on flying

Without dying

‘Cause we believe we can fly

As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when آپ can feel as light as a feather and as though آپ can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope آپ liked it.
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posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flowers draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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posted by Rennerocks
There once was a girl, an angel, name Star, she was loved سے طرف کی everyone see met she loved them to.One دن see met a boy,also an angel named Luke, she fell in love when she looked into his deep brown eyes.He also fell in love with her. They both were afraid to tell echother how they felt.


Luke wasn't going to give up untell he would finally tell her that he loved her.Star felt the same way.But they still کہا nothing to echother.


The days were going سے طرف کی fast,they only felt like years.Star and Luke's feelings became stronger.Luke finally got the nerve to tell سٹار, ستارہ how he felt.Star was ready to so...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope آپ enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
یا failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the جوابات once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
added by axemnas
Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope آپ like it, please tell me what آپ think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know آپ want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
posted by Attirox2
"Daddy where are آپ going?" a squeak کہا from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her سے طرف کی her night شرٹ, قمیض and threw her onto the سوفی, لٹانا with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of مزید to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She کہا when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his دوستوں laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder سے طرف کی the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poetry as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read سے طرف کی the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because سے طرف کی that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the تفصیل of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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added by alicia386
Source: Google
posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell آپ few things here. I actually asked myself that سوال long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no دوستوں یا other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... آپ couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is love then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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added by melikhan
posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the love that they دکھائیں me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring آپ up when آپ are down, they are the ones that آپ can turn to when life isn't going the way آپ want it to, they are there to comfort...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary تقسیم halter, halter, اگاڑی سب, سب سے اوپر and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia کہا I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if آپ gave me a choice
everything about آپ i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only آپ i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about آپ i admire
آپ are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my دل would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions آپ play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name