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cm112233cool Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 5:03 am
if anyone likes poems go ahead and write them here.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 9:34 am
dark,light
good,evil
nice, mean
whats the diffrence if we all end up in the same place in the end
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cm112233cool Vice Captain
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georgia owns you rolled 20 100-sided dice:
40, 35, 8, 99, 74, 76, 48, 38, 91, 61, 82, 7, 79, 52, 46, 58, 35, 8, 93, 19
Total: 1049 (20-2000)
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 10:07 am
roses r red violets r blue i love u do u love me 2 a pome writen by sombody a long time ago lol
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 11:47 am
sun light
moon light
but when sun set no light is there
how can it be
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cm112233cool Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 6:34 am
This is an Elizabethan Sonnet I wrote in my free time.
My Cherry Blossom Tree
Delicate pink petals shower the ground.
The branches fit nicely against the sky.
The wind shakes the tree and makes my heart pound.
I sit in the tree and watch the birds fly.
The bark feels smooth under my fingertips.
People are unaware of my presence.
Clouds float above my head in long, jagged strips.
The tree sings and I am its audience.
The Japanese know you as Sakura.
I see you as the place where I’m at peace.
Being here, with you, changes my aura.
I wish unnecessary noise would cease.
You are the place that will let me be me.
You are my special cherry blossom tree.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 6:36 am
Judgement Day
The clouds cry.
The willow weeps.
People die,
in their sleep.
The skies are filled with toxic air.
Old metal is painted with rust.
Everyone just stands and stares,
as the world starts to crumble into dust.
Animals decay.
Plants start to wilt.
It’s like judgement day,
This terror we have built.
People shout, “What have we done!?!”
“Who will be our savior!?!”
The skies part to reveal the son.
A voice rings out, “You must first change your behavior!”
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 6:37 am
This is an Elizabethan Sonnet I wrote for my mother on Mothers' Day because I thought it was funny her name is Elizabeth.
An Elizabethan Sonnet for Elizabeth
She keeps me sane when my brothers run wild.
I would do anything to see her smile.
I am always happy to be her child.
Even if I have to fold laundry piles.
She keeps me fed and makes sure I dress well.
She gives me a bedtime so I’m not tired.
She always makes sure the house doesn’t smell.
She’s a great teacher that will never be fired.
She runs around to make our lives happy.
She’s my awesome mom but can be strict.
She would say, “Clean up and make it snappy!”
And we would or else we’d get our butts kicked!
I love her in every possible way.
And I hope she has a great Mother’s day.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:23 am
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook? I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength And impulse, having dipped a finger length And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed A flower to try its currents where they crossed. The meadow grass could be cemented down From growing under pavements of a town; The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame. Is water wood to serve a brook the same? How else dispose of an immortal force No longer needed? Staunch it at its source With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone In fetid darkness still to live and run -- And all for nothing it had ever done Except forget to go in fear perhaps. No one would know except for ancient maps That such a brook ran water. But I wonder If from its being kept forever under, The thoughts may not have risen that so keep This new-built city from both work and sleep.
~robert frost
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cm112233cool Vice Captain
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cm112233cool Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:23 am
I admit I made a mistake Over stepping some boundaries which made me look fake. I always said I would never do the things I did, and that is the reason it is so hard for you to forgive. It's been so long, so many times we said we'd try only to turn around and make each other cry Remember how it was when we first started out, So much alike, we shared every thought We fell so fast, maybe fell in love too soon Made a huge decision that now we cannot undo. I admit my mistakes but can you admit yours, I have paid for what I've done as you have paid for yours, so why is it like this, we can't even talk. You call me liar and say you don't care All the while my love for you is still there I never meant to hurt you, never wanted to cause you any pain Since you left me 5 months ago My life hasn't been the same. I owe you so much, I have so much to prove to you, So I will end this with the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, Goodbye baby...I will always be in love with you.
..cLo...
christina
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:25 am
A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact, Or maybe like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched. A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise. Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies. A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end. Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend. - By Adrianne S
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cm112233cool Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:09 pm
Eria126 This is an Elizabethan Sonnet I wrote in my free time. My Cherry Blossom Tree Delicate pink petals shower the ground. The branches fit nicely against the sky. The wind shakes the tree and makes my heart pound. I sit in the tree and watch the birds fly. The bark feels smooth under my fingertips. People are unaware of my presence. Clouds float above my head in long, jagged strips. The tree sings and I am its audience. The Japanese know you as Sakura. I see you as the place where I’m at peace. Being here, with you, changes my aura. I wish unnecessary noise would cease. You are the place that will let me be me. You are my special cherry blossom tree.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:18 pm
Eria126 This is an Elizabethan Sonnet I wrote for my mother on Mothers' Day because I thought it was funny her name is Elizabeth. An Elizabethan Sonnet for Elizabeth She keeps me sane when my brothers run wild. I would do anything to see her smile. I am always happy to be her child. Even if I have to fold laundry piles. She keeps me fed and makes sure I dress well. She gives me a bedtime so I’m not tired. She always makes sure the house doesn’t smell. She’s a great teacher that will never be fired. She runs around to make our lives happy. She’s my awesome mom but can be strict. She would say, “Clean up and make it snappy!” And we would or else we’d get our butts kicked! I love her in every possible way. And I hope she has a great Mother’s day.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:42 pm
Here is my sonnet, I wrote awhile back.
Immobility
Paralyzed feet can never dance
Beneath the moonlit sky
Hopeful dreams have no chance
Only made to die
Gentle touch cannot be felt
With warmness of the heart
The hands that fate has dealt
Was unfair from the start
Special moments slip away
Loneliness fills the soul within
Forever tranquil a body lay
Reminiscing of what could have been
How meaningless the words can be
To a person who have mobility
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:52 pm
A rhyming poem I wrote about wasting time.
Because I Have Time To Waste
Because I have time to waste
A dream I constantly chase
Creative ideas come to mind
Composing poetry on this line
I love spending time making art
Masterpieces from my heart
Because I have time to waste
No need for me to be in haste
Enjoying music to pass the time
Or checking emails online
That's how I spend my day
While others work to get paid
Sometimes I wish I could trade place
To experience the fast moving pace
Instead of getting bored
With all that time I could afford
Since I have so much time to spare
And I'm not going anywhere
I envy those who have no time
Because here I'm wasting mine
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:06 pm
Another rhythmic poem by moi.^^
Familiar Faces
Familiar faces
Same old places
Watching people passing by everyday
Only stop to say
Hi and bye
A conversation they won’t try
Perhaps afraid to talk
To a person who can’t walk
Or perhaps something else is on their mind
Better not waste their time
It’s okay
Don’t feel like talking anyway
Just want to go home
Where it’s comfortable and warm
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