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• were i was born in the pits of hell
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• 2005-04-26
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• Student
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• Shelbz
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• uh im a mess up at everything
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• 5th grade
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• All anime
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• to be a model
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• drawing, hanning out with freinds oh ya reading too and Snowbording ,how could i forget dancing i love it
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• i love archery and im pritty good at it and im prety good at singing and righting poems and songs
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Sunday, February 26, 2006
these are 2 of meh poems so ha i win
Spring winds blow wildly throughout the night;
A full moon shines down upon I.
A howl in the distance,
Brings shivers down my spine.
Foggy is my tanquil thoughts.
My blood runs cold.
A figure in the distance,
Hair sprouting from the creature's back.
Turning to run,
My shoe clinging to the muddy ground.
I trip,
Hands quickly moving to protect.
It's getting closer;
Salty breath rising.
Its footsteps stomping closer every moment.
I feel claws digging through my thin shirt;
Flesh breaking apart.
The hair on my neck is rising;
I feel a sharp pain in my neck.
I'm bitten,
Now what am I?
My clothes start to tear,
Hair growing all over.
I howl.
The werewolf is born....
The Homeless
Between the stones
The girl she lies,
As if waiting
Just to die
A single tear
Rolls down her cheek.
It turns to ice
As she seeks.
She seeks to find,
The special cure.
To make her young,
And so more pure.
It now is night.
She still lies still.
As if in wait,
For the kill.
She lies here
Between the stones.
Ever so still,
On a grave of bones.
The night is cold,
She's almost dead.
Oh what she wishes
To sleep in a warm bed.
The key is found,
We finally know why.
Why she lies
On graves and cry.
For she is homeless and hear her plea:
"Please, oh help me!"
No one answers to her call.
People leave her, so she sees.
She's grown so cold,
Her tears are ice.
She wishes for the sun to rise.
The sun to melt the slippery ice.
But mostly is her biggest wish,
Is to stay alive till sunset.
The sad part
About this girl's wishes read,
Is that she never lived till sunrise,
Now she's dead.
My Plan For Life
Quietly sitting,
Rocking too and fro,
Wondering things.
Why did you have to go.
I've thought many things.
Should I live or should I die?
Ever since you left us,
We've all thought to cry.
Working on my plan,
Throughout the day and night.
Planning my death,
Throughout our many fights.
To slit my throat,
To take some pills,
Hanging myself;
Whatever kills.
Sitting on the porch;
Looking down at the rope.
Hesitating before I decide.
I stand, not wanting to cope.
I somehow tied,
This rope to hang,
Upon this tree,
Before I hear a BANG!
Someone's here,
Following me.
For whatever reasons,
They may be.
Maybe they're here,
To stop my fun,
But they'll be too late.
The deed's almost done.
Climbing the tree,
Sliding my neck in like before,
I jump.
Sorry friends, I live no more.
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