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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 4:11 pm
Post your Poetry, and comment on all others, Please, NO INSULTS!! Effert is valued!! I'll Go first.
Memories
Memories, Fragile moments of history, That slowly degenerate, Like the lives, They're part of.
Memories, Like life, Are nothing more, Than tear drops, In the rain.
Memories, Slowly fade away, Lost for all time, Never able, To secure an eternal home.
Memories, Like the pages of a book, Contain all there is to know, Within the boundaries, Of its cover.
Memories, Bliss moments of pleasure, Horrid flashes of misery. The good with the bad, Creating ones' own, unique history.
Memories, Unfortunately Forgotten, Or happily erased, Depending upon the matter, To which they are connected.
Memories, Eaten away by time, Like an acid, Devouring any substance, It comes to touch.
Memories, Show us answers, To all life's problems, Because of their reminders, Of our successes and mistakes.
Memories, Moments in time, That are critical to us, That allow us to remember, The events of the past.
Memories, Whether we like it or not, Leave this world. Either by our death, Or simply forgetfulness.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:50 pm
I really enjoyed reading your poem. smile But we already have this topic...just different title.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:48 pm
Can we have two?...Well I'm gonna put this one on here anyway xD And I made it up as I went along,hope its good
Dear Diary
Dear Diary, Why come the world is so cruel? Feeding off other countries' hatred for fuel? For example in class today my ss teacher did say: 'A lot of countries are full of hate our gifts that we don't really considerate They hate,they long for the same place where they're at and belong for the things we don't apperectiate and take for granted.' Why diary why? My last boyfriend who broke up for me left me for someone else I haven't wrote to you in almost a year and now I am by myself A while later I found someone else new but still I feel like a written in book and emo for a clue For still the things I can never understand I feel like you too I care for him,I worshipped him like a real-true lover but now I know we weren't meant for eachother Like a owl and a mouse or you found out you burned your own house the guilt is burrowing inside stealing all my pride My friends are starting to avoid me and happy smiles and cheers are starting to annoy me But still,against my will I am forced to plead to you to read whats left or my life is for someone else to For once I die, I will not cry becuase I had nothing to lose all in all I still stood tall for a better place I hope to choose -March 29,2oo7
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