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| Chris's Poem/Story Page |
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| You can visit my other page. It's a dragon and unicorn page with some poems thrown in. |
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| My love for you is like the ripples in the water. It grows deeper as we speak. Alas, like the ripples, I lack a voice. I am silent, but still I am there. Like the ripples, even though it may seem to stop, It only goes on; Forever. |
| Click here for the short story "Violet Eyes." |
| Sometimes Sometimes at night I cry, Seeing you in my dreams. You're in everyone. Or so, to me it seems. Sometimes I want to give up And let life slip away. But I can picture you. That makes me want to stay. Sometimes I want to hurt her; To make her pay the price. But I knwo that you Would only do what's right. Sometimes anger pulls me down, And I blame her for the stories. Alas, I know it's my doing. And I can only blame me. Soemtimes I think you Would give me another chance. But in comparing us, You wouldn't even give a glance. Sometimes I want to show you How much you mean to me. But I realize I'm not strong enough. This I finally see. There is not a single day that goes by; When I wish you were still mine. And not one single day, Without a single sometime. |
| There's this guy......( A venting of Rage towards Froggy) "There's this guy...... And I really like him. He's so funny, and smart. He's so shy and his smile is so perfect. When he laughs, everything that is hurting me just doesn't matter anymore. It's like this dude's an angel. Watching over me. I can't stop thinking about him. But I've been out with him before. And it just didn't work out. That feeling was there, but I don't think we were ready to commit. I mean, come on. We were young and inexperienced. I didn't want nothing like that, if you are thinkong physically. Just an emotional hold. A bond. But my best friend, she likes him too. And he likes her, but god, it bothers me so much that they won't get together. It hurts more to see she doesn't care. I would kill for a chance like that. But she says he likes me, and he says it too. But for soem reason, I can't except that. Maybe I .........Anyways, she's a poetry person and she writes all these poems about him. They go something like this. he's cute, funny, shy, and stop. She likes him. If it were anyone else, we'd be together. But friends first. Always first. But I consider it. Well, Froggy, stop considering it and get it over with. She holds it over my head, and she's proud of the fact she has his undivided attention. I will not be her or anyone else's excuse! I am not holding her back, and if she still persists to say that, then she can kiss my patute. She is always saying " I don't want to go out with anyone." Then she can stop coming to me complaining about guys, and sop writing sappy poems about him, and stop drooling over him. I just want some peace. It hurts alot, and she can just stop pitying me. God, I gotta stop. I am so fired up, I can't type." -Chris- |
| Didn't I Mean Didn't I mean Anything? You were my stars. You were my moon. You were my sun, That shone in the afternoon. You were my life, And you were my soul. You were the half That made me whole. But didn't I mean, Anything? |
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