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| August 12th! i made my new site!! love you all. check my main site! "A chill down my spine I open the door So many dancers There on the floor The lights are lowered Barely a notch Just for a moment I stand there and watch Got ahold of myself Yes, back on track Pick up a tray And start for the back Grabbed another tray Wine glasses with punch In my other arm A plate of goodies to munch Re-entered the party Crossed to the table Set my things down As quick as I was able Crash! A woman had Dropped her plate I grabbed the towel from my apron And quickened my gait Deftly I bent Wiped up it all But when I stood, the room spun And i started to fall A strong arm, then two Craddled my back I glimpsed two brown eyes And my world went black." chapter two 6-15-04 "Slowly I awoke Found myself in a bed As i tried to sit up There was a pounding in my head I'm wearing my work clothes I realized with a shock I remembered last night And at my door there was a knock I crossed the large room And opened the door To find there a man I'd never seen before I thought I would die At the sudden surprise Of meeting that pair Of soft brown eyes I felt very dizzy As he stepped inside He frowned only slightly And reached around me to guide Carefully he lay me Down in the bed And bend over me Then stopped and said Please dont leave You're sick and it would break my heart I'll get the doctor only If you promise you won't dart His eyes sparkled As he winks and grins If you run, I'll chase you And we'll see who wins." WRITER'S BLOCK, maybe i wont continue this one And its just a fiction story. I write many, and im very sorry that this one is so sad. I wrote it for a friend who was running away. I wanted to stop her, and I would have written that girl a whole series to get her to see how sad and wrong it is. It only took this: "Shut the door, and walked down the front steps. A bag was in my hand. As I walked to the curb, I felt nervous, having to step into the light of the lampost. I'd seen a million movies like this. The kid who was running away always reconsidered his move here. Not me. The other half of the movies I'd seen had the kid wanting to go home after a few months with the wrong crowd. Not me either. I was certainly not the other type -preppy kid- to have the folks out looking for me. Growing up a latchkey kid doesn't create a tight bond with your biological contributors. No one ever asks me about mine or talks about theirs, so I've never been made to call them "my parents". And I never would. They are neither mine nor parents. They never raised me; they raised companies. SO we're not really friends even- "my" folks and I. They'd never miss me even if they found out I was gone. It would take them having special abilities to know that. They're never home. They promised ever year to be home for more than a day. Then another year would pass til they'd show up. I'd never see them even then. I would get word later that they had rolled through. I never knew what for. Never stopped to see me...It's not that I didn't care, but that's all in past tense now. I don't care anymore. (the end.) If you liked this, I was wondering whether I should make this one longer or leave it here. Also whether it was good enough to make a series or just singles sorta like it. I have some more stories that are fantasy and another that is more real but a tad-bit fantasy. Let me know if you liked it and please answer my questions. Sianara! 5-10-04 a new poem for you guys "You are gone, and I'm still here I have waited for some time To pour my past into this dirt I lay upon your chest It's wet and the rain is falling on me The ground is like my heart Cold, hard, wet from sweat and tears The past is only filled with fears I had waited for this day Somehow I thought that if you're gone The pain would go away Yet you are gone And I'm still here Separated by the grave" |
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| This is the real version of the last poem on the left bottom...I didnt want to share this with the class or teacher... "You are gone and I'm still here I have waited for some time To pour my past into this dirt I lay upon your chest It's wet and the rain is falling on me The ground is like my heart Cold and hard, wet from sweat and tears The past is only filled with fears I had waited for this day Somehow I thought that if you're gone The pain would go away It was a week ago I had to choose Although I didn't have much say How foolish I was not to see you and know To see what you btoh would grow So it was you i betrayed I prayed for you everyday On my brain it gnawed Thought all my fears would eventually defraud I had weighed you against him, both on the see-saws How could I have known he was playing with the laws? I shut the door on you too quick Didn't sit and think lick I needed to give it time to click You were the one And the thought makes me sick So I sit here in the dirt Bit my lip until it hurt I shook and cried til I was blue And then I died to be with you." |
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