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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 9:23 am
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 2:18 pm
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Here's a poem I wrote for English class. We had to pick out 3-10 word phrases from 5 songs and make it into a poem longer than 10 lines. She (my teacher) said it was very compelling. It doesn't have a title, but here it is:
Where are all the stupid people from? Intellectually spayed, dysfunctionally raised, A symphonic blank stare. I thought we had the same ideas, But you proved me wrong. I'm a person just like you But now that you've moved along... I see so many times- Logic is a threat, reason searched and seized. Blame it on the fear of change- The fear of truth. They don't know I burn against the super ego... Watch the fire burn, living through conformity. Next of kins pay for your sins, Be the victim of our own design. Why would anyone stick out their neck? Blame it on the fear of change, The fear of truth, The Devil inside me. Go now, if you want it- I'm waiting for my turn to make it burn.
It's not that great, but I tried.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 10:10 pm
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:56 pm
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 6:20 am
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 8:12 am
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Please don't Copyright my stuff. This Poem is mine and it took me a while to write it.
Evil Angel By: Terrell Dowdell(G A L I L E O 17)
Walking in grace and beauty, My angel walks at my side, Her dark brown hair falling beyond her hips,
She is a source of beauty and elegance, I want to love her, Yet I am held back with the thought of regret, She grabs my hand and leads me through the storm, Her dress gracefully skims the rough water of the ocean, As the swells of the tide choke my breath,
As beauty killed the beast, Her beauty has captured my soul, Leading me away from my cold limp body, We accend above the clouds,
I love her more than the air I breath, I want to soar above the clouds and shout my love for her, But at a moments glance my angel is no longer beautiful, She holds the key to my heart un her hands,
She pierces through my heart with a golden dagger, A wicked grin on her face, As I fall upon the floor another man takes my place,
Drowning in my sorrow I look back to the past, Walking along the beach next to the one I love, I notice that I am not leaving footprints in the sand,
The evil angel has stole my heart, And as the beauty killed the beast, So has my angel destroyed my soul.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 2:17 pm
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 11:34 pm
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:41 pm
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_Perfect Girls Arent Real_
I know how it is, And I know how it feels, But real girls arent perfect, And perfect girls arent real.
I know what its like, When they point, laugh, and stare, While they beat their long eye lashes, And flip their long hair.
They wear big hoop earings, They all dress is pink, When you see them, You believe that you stink.
They say that your ugly, They say that your fat, But in reality, Your alot better then that.
But you know how it is, And you know how it feels, But real girls arent perfect, And perfect girls arent real.
By: Michelle L. (NightmareRainbow)
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 3:08 pm
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