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#26
Old 03-21-2008, 07:30 PM

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Gullible
April Fools Day
Kids like to trick me
Others do it as well
People say I'm not too smart

Naive
I am new
I"m out of town
You ask for money
Sure, I'll give it to you

Trusting
I am young
They tell me things
I'm quick to believe
Why would I ever doubt?

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Old 03-21-2008, 07:32 PM

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They say love is necessary for life
But, what may I ask, exactly is love?
She wants to marry, but empty is the wife
Her song is mournful like that of the dove
One has beauty and talent, but hold it
Something very important is missing
Tis with love that one's truly fortunate
So why is this what the heart is craving?
Love's the best feeling in the universe
Yet very often it makes people hurt
So why then do women offer their purse?
It must be that love is like the dirt
Some pass it by without a second thought
Other people use it to grow a lot.

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Old 03-21-2008, 07:32 PM

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My creative writing teacher in high school asked us to write the longest sentence we could, so this is it:

The question seems to be about where life began, where it all started, how the universe began, how stars were formed, how animals populated the earth, such a tiny insignificant planet, and then humans popped up and explored this question, but to no avail, for they grew too weary of thinking about one thing for so long, so then stopped and moved on to more exciting things like creating families and towns and governments, and as time went by, people got smarter, until it reached such an advanced point that they stopped thinking, using machines to think for them, yet never did the machine contemplate Life's Question, for the machine was not built for that purpose, and its creator had not intended for that to be its purpose, so everything went about its course until one day a person decided to tackle this question, and did so only by observation, which brought the human to the conclusion, but by that time, the human had learned the evils of life's progress, how each human generation increased its technology, yet not its maturity and wisdom, and the human thought that if they hadn't stopped thinking, it wouldn't have happened, but it did, and this indicated a sign, an omen, of the answer, but the answer to the question was to never stop questioning, and so it kept going in circles, and anyone the human tried to tell of this got confused and stopped thinking, which was exactly the human's point, but no one listened, and no one cared, as time does not listen or care, so the human got old and died, but died with satisfaction, for the human knew the answer no other human was able to think of, because they stopped thinking, and the human knew that with its death there would be no others who would ask the question, because that generation of thought and depth had died and gone, as the earth did as it exploded into nothingness, and the rest of the planets and stars and galaxies followed suit, because, after all, there is no point in continuing life that has no wonder about it, no questions, and so everything died, but the human knew it would all come back one day, for the answer was to chase the question, which creates a circle, which never ends, but now it will, because I'm tired of thinking.

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Old 03-21-2008, 07:33 PM

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Who are the children that are called weak?
Those meek, quiet ones
That have scars
Both on their body
On their mind
On their soul

Who are the children that are called tough?
Those mean, intimidating ones
That pick on other kids
Beat them up
Call them names
Play tricks on them

They say your courage shows when you play truth or dare
The tough do every dare
The weak refuse
But who is really more brave?
The child who blindly accepts every challenge?
Or the child who did what was right
Not caring what others thought?

So tis true the game proves courage
The truly brave hold on to their morals
And the tough are weak.

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#30
Old 03-21-2008, 07:34 PM

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I am a rainbow
My personality varies (all the time)
But most people don't see all the colors
I blend them in with others

I am an ocelot
Graceful, proud, silent, independent
A rare sight to behold
A cat unlike the others
Not quite belonging
Too big to be domestic
Too small to be wild.

I am a diamond
Seen in different ways
Sometimes a square
Sometimes a jewel

I am an opal
Pure and yet tainted by evil
People see different sides of me
My colors flash in different lights
Soft, delicate, and full of innocent hope
Not popular like rubies and sapphires

I am no celebrity
Hardly known to anyone
Ignored by most
Seen as in the way
Talented, but not enough courage to speak
Too different to be famous.

 


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