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posted by chattycatty
look in the mirror please
if آپ dont آپ wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you

آپ say your ugly آپ cry all night
آپ slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping آپ out

look in the mirror i know آپ are beutiful آپ just got to beileve in your self.
but آپ probaly wont why cant آپ see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want آپ oh carolyn i hope u relize that .

this is no joke آپ are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant آپ see what eye see
i hope someday آپ will believe me.
ANNABEL LEE

It was many and many a سال ago,
In a kingdom سے طرف کی the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom آپ may know
By the name of Annabel Lee,
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved سے طرف کی me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom سے طرف کی the sea,
But we loved with a love that was مزید than love
I and my Annabel Lee,
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom سے طرف کی the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee,
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,...
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posted by saracomet
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays گٹار and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.

He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.

He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.

He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.

He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
posted by sawfan13
Are the legends true about you?
Were آپ really dead یا alive?
Ruined plans for the future
Did suicide have to be the answer?
Almost like Romeo and Juliet
Except آپ lied to me.
You کہا آپ would die for me
But people just think I was a single destroyed soul.
We were both going to run away together
The Shakespere play had an effect on us
But آپ ran away and never came back
Felt like a dagger in my heart.
You just licked the blood from my blade
Told everyone that I took my own life.
You were the only witness
Soon everyone would know
That آپ did it all
And my name shall be clearer.
It gets colder and colder...
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I want to name for you, indolent sorceress !
The divers marks of beauty which adorn your youth,
I want to describe your beauty,
In which are blended childhood and maturity.

When آپ go sweeping سے طرف کی in your full, flowing skirts,
You resemble a trim ship as it puts to sea
Under full sail and goes rolling
Lazily, to a slow and easy rhythm.

On your large, round neck, on your plump shoulders,
Your head moves proudly and with a strange grace,
With a placid, triumphant air
You go your way, majestic child.

I want to name for you, indolent sorceress !
The divers marks of beauty which adorn your youth,
I want to describe...
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THE DANCE OF DEATH

by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of...
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posted by saracomet
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls یا fetching sticks.

He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit یا speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.

He refused to shake یا wave یا crawl
یا beg یا take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
یا get him to meow.

He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.

Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Another دن has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the love i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say آپ care
but your not
i know آپ dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
posted by saracomet
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."

She winds up with The Wiggles
یا else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
posted by sawfan13
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I miss you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Lost in the cold world

Do آپ miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl love you?
I kinda hope so

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do آپ hate me?
I don't hate you

Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do آپ still cry for me?
I still cry for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do آپ still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you

Santa will آپ bring her back to me?
Will آپ لپیٹ, لفاف کریں her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know آپ will come back to me soon.
posted by whitelion
A Wanderer A Dreamer



i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
آپ were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house یا fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

آپ didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
آپ کہا your chance at love had past آپ by
i told I'm here so don't آپ cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

آپ were like my Juliet and i your romeo
آپ love me i love آپ that's all i need to know
no longer will آپ dream of love that's true
no longer will i wander my تلاش has led to you
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.

Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that roses are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
--
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of آپ guys. I hope آپ somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for reading regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.

 Roses and red and violets are blue.
Roses and red and violets are blue.
posted by A-k
I joined this site just today, i fell into writing like i dont even remember when. Over years i've written plenty but never had a group یا a close friend, for one reason یا the other, to read to یا دکھائیں em' what i write. Though some ones peak on from time to time and see whats up! And now im here, i post this to see how it goes..




Running from running, running from loving. Despite we know we r golden, sometimes we win nothing, n pleased, ya we have high self-esteem.
Attempt to always siek solitude, living in a lucid dream, alone in a shining dark room, shining cuz ma soul is free, grinning as...
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posted by jewelofawalker
One small crack, just one comment
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away

Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away

Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone دکھانا that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are آپ okay?"



~an original poem سے طرف کی me~

~check out me and مزید of my poetry and writing at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
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I've learned that آپ cannot make someone love you.
All آپ can do is be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people just don't care back.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust
and only سیکنڈ to destroy it.
I've learned that it's not what آپ have in your life
but who آپ have in your life that counts.
I've learned that آپ can get سے طرف کی on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.

I've learned that آپ shouldn't compare yourself
to the best others can do,
but to the best آپ can do.
I've learned that...
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That man آپ called ugly for his face warped with scars
He fought for his country in the Vietnam War.
That girl آپ called fat and laughed at will
She’s overdosing on diet pills.
That guy آپ called lame for not owning a license
He has to support his family سے طرف کی building fences.
That girl آپ felt آپ had to trip in the hallway
Is being abused at ہوم all night and all day.
That guy آپ called stupid for not making his grades
Has a learning disability and has to take meds.
That fifteen-year-old girl with a child that آپ called a slut
Was raped two years پہلے and left in a rut.
You think آپ know these...
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