this is an important scene so i was wondering if i should change it or....idk what do u think???
I looked at the envelope addressed to Lydia Scott and Lydia Bane with my street name and zip code under it. The upper left hand corner didn't have a return address. It did however have a neatly printed phone number where it should have been. I tore open the envelope carefully as not to rip the phone number. Out came a thick stack of what looked like legal documents, a yellow card, and three sheets of blue paper stapled together to make up a long hand-written letter. I set the yellow card and legal documents aside and went straight for the blue paper. The words were written in black ink and a loopy, girly, cursive. The lines were double spaced, and it read:
Dear Lydia,
I am sorry to inform you but on June 26th 2008 your mother Alexandria Nora Bane passed away. This is a tragic loss to all of us. Yesterday Richard Bernard, your father, told me that Alexandria had wished for you to attend her funeral which will be held at the cemetery near her estate in Washington the week of July 13th 2008. Please call my number on the envelope for more information and so I may send you your plane ticket. I look forward to finally meeting you darling Lydia.
Best Wishes,
Your Aunt Aradessa J. Robin
Okay. What the heck! Had this lady gone nuts or something? I didn't have an aunt Aradessa and my mom and dad's names were Stacy and Seallan Scott. They were NOT Alexandria Bane and Richard Bernard. They sounded like some stuffy stuck up rich kid's parents. I had black hair like mom and dad's odd sense of humor. I had grayish eyes like my brother Austin and our grandma. Whoever Lydia Willow BANE was, she wasn't me. And this wasn't my letter. No way.
What do you think? Thanks for ur opinions?How is this scene from my book?
thats a really good scene...makes we want 2 read more..hehe:)How is this scene from my book?
i really like this! i wouldn't change a thing.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Read and rate my prologue?
My hearing with Winston Newman was August 18th 2005. Not knowing what to expect, I planned to leave New York City the evening of August 17th; best case scenario, I would be put in jail. In a sobering but strange way, jail seemed like the solution. In jail they have food, clothing, proper lighting, and everything I could possibly need to get my life back together. My plan was to walk into that courthouse, plead guilty to anything they pin on me and take the punishment.
I took the train to a rough suburb of Philadelphia by the name of Norristown. My appearance would certainly shock everyone—I was completely disheveled and dirty. My normally close cropped, jet black hair, had debris and dirt in it, making it look to be a lighter grayish brown color. It had grown in a time when there wasn’t a comb or brush in sight.
My clothes where dirty, wrinkled and unkempt, circles had grown around my dark brown eyes and my full figured lips had grown dry and cracked to the point where it actually hurt a bit to speak. I wondered what they would think when I arrived.
As I approached the long set of stairs at the Norristown courthouse, my attempt to sneak inside failed, being that the press and media swarmed.
“David, do you think this could be the end of your writing career, before it even began?”
“Is it true your own father put you out of the house, after the death of your mother?”
All these questions they asked made it apparent that my life has become the reality show event of the year. All I could hope for at that point was death. As I walked through the building, my shoes squeaked as if I walked across the ocean to arrive there.
Opening the door with my left hand, I struggled to pull the weighty door fully open. I had to use my scraped, stiff, right hand to painfully assist the left. Once inside the courtroom, many of the spectators had already arrived early to the ‘big trial of the year.’ Curiously they waited for the next chapter in this storied circus would be. They arrived so early that they had front row seats of the train wreck named David Summers. As I walked through the gallery of the courtroom, I didn’t look any of them in the eyes at first, but I knew they caught a glimpse of me, because the noisy chatter died down. When I did look around, I could tell from the befuddled looks on their faces that they were in utter shock to see me in this state. Some stared subconsciously; their mouths gaping wide open in shock. I saw my friends Brittany and Brandon sitting next to each other, they both sat fidgety in their seats, that is, until they caught a glimpse of me. Little did any of them know, I was going to surrender myself.
Brittany put her hand over her mouth and tears welded up in her eyes, while Brandon seemed to brave my appearance and embrace her. My revengeful, spiteful, father sat in the corner with a smug grin on his face.
How did I get to this place of being a homeless man, desperate for the “luxuries” of Prison, when three years ago, I was in a very wealthy family? I mean, my mother was a Movie Producer and my father a successful Politician.
The sound of the courtroom doors behind me swinging open bounced off of the wooden interior of the court room, and through all the chatter in the room, I heard the door swing back closed. When I turned around, I saw Winston Newman walk in with his huge entourage. With a deliberate swagger, he made his way to the prosecution bench. As he got closer to me, my appearance made him slow down his already slow pace. His face squeezed, as if he just ate a particularly sour lemon wedge, he seemed taken back.
They sat their briefcases and papers on the prosecutor’s desk. Winston brought a team of five different attorneys with him, undoubtedly the best in the nation, and there I stood again, with nobody. The only thing I had with me was a stench that came off my body. Winston had a gray suit that hugged his enormous upper body, with a white shirt and a brilliant red power tie. His slicked back hair accompanied his clean shaven face. He was a rock; an immovable rock. He represented something you go around not through.
As the courtroom quieted, you could hear whispers that were surely in reference to me and my appearance. My beard itched because I hadn’t shaved in months, or showered in weeks. All I wanted was for the session to get started, so I could surrender myself to a better arrangement—Jail.
The moment came right before the trial was to begin; the tension built, all I could think about was my impending, failure due to come by the end of the day.
At that, I heard the courtroom doors open again. Before I got a chance to glance behind me, I heard high heels tapping in a heart pounding familiar rhythm, the room became silent and an electrical pRead and rate my prologue?
I like your writing and style.
You captured my interest.
I have a few suggestions, if you will:
1. Take the last sentence in the first paragraph and place it first, that is the first sentence in your prologue.
2. Go though this piece and question each significant word: does it way what you mean it to?
Examples: 6th paragraph ';Some stared subconsciously.'; Do people really stare subconsicously?
Next to the last paragraph: ';failure due to come by the end of the day'; Do you mean ';failure'; or tragedy or disaster? If failure, what does he fail at? Being sentenced?
I'm not trying to be picky but to point out the need to work harder at diction.
But I think you have potential as a writer, so that's why I bothered to mention these things.Read and rate my prologue?
I just love it! The whole idea of 'wanting to go to prison' was a really good concept, and a change from the normal courtroom stories. The tension was fantastic. I very much enjoyed it and really want to know what happens next!!
Just one thing:
';As I walked through the building, my shoes squeaked as if I walked across the ocean to arrive there.'; It sounds a bit out of place. Perhaps:
';As I walked through the building, my shoes squeaked as if I had crossed the entire ocean just to make it to my trial.';
I took the train to a rough suburb of Philadelphia by the name of Norristown. My appearance would certainly shock everyone—I was completely disheveled and dirty. My normally close cropped, jet black hair, had debris and dirt in it, making it look to be a lighter grayish brown color. It had grown in a time when there wasn’t a comb or brush in sight.
My clothes where dirty, wrinkled and unkempt, circles had grown around my dark brown eyes and my full figured lips had grown dry and cracked to the point where it actually hurt a bit to speak. I wondered what they would think when I arrived.
As I approached the long set of stairs at the Norristown courthouse, my attempt to sneak inside failed, being that the press and media swarmed.
“David, do you think this could be the end of your writing career, before it even began?”
“Is it true your own father put you out of the house, after the death of your mother?”
All these questions they asked made it apparent that my life has become the reality show event of the year. All I could hope for at that point was death. As I walked through the building, my shoes squeaked as if I walked across the ocean to arrive there.
Opening the door with my left hand, I struggled to pull the weighty door fully open. I had to use my scraped, stiff, right hand to painfully assist the left. Once inside the courtroom, many of the spectators had already arrived early to the ‘big trial of the year.’ Curiously they waited for the next chapter in this storied circus would be. They arrived so early that they had front row seats of the train wreck named David Summers. As I walked through the gallery of the courtroom, I didn’t look any of them in the eyes at first, but I knew they caught a glimpse of me, because the noisy chatter died down. When I did look around, I could tell from the befuddled looks on their faces that they were in utter shock to see me in this state. Some stared subconsciously; their mouths gaping wide open in shock. I saw my friends Brittany and Brandon sitting next to each other, they both sat fidgety in their seats, that is, until they caught a glimpse of me. Little did any of them know, I was going to surrender myself.
Brittany put her hand over her mouth and tears welded up in her eyes, while Brandon seemed to brave my appearance and embrace her. My revengeful, spiteful, father sat in the corner with a smug grin on his face.
How did I get to this place of being a homeless man, desperate for the “luxuries” of Prison, when three years ago, I was in a very wealthy family? I mean, my mother was a Movie Producer and my father a successful Politician.
The sound of the courtroom doors behind me swinging open bounced off of the wooden interior of the court room, and through all the chatter in the room, I heard the door swing back closed. When I turned around, I saw Winston Newman walk in with his huge entourage. With a deliberate swagger, he made his way to the prosecution bench. As he got closer to me, my appearance made him slow down his already slow pace. His face squeezed, as if he just ate a particularly sour lemon wedge, he seemed taken back.
They sat their briefcases and papers on the prosecutor’s desk. Winston brought a team of five different attorneys with him, undoubtedly the best in the nation, and there I stood again, with nobody. The only thing I had with me was a stench that came off my body. Winston had a gray suit that hugged his enormous upper body, with a white shirt and a brilliant red power tie. His slicked back hair accompanied his clean shaven face. He was a rock; an immovable rock. He represented something you go around not through.
As the courtroom quieted, you could hear whispers that were surely in reference to me and my appearance. My beard itched because I hadn’t shaved in months, or showered in weeks. All I wanted was for the session to get started, so I could surrender myself to a better arrangement—Jail.
The moment came right before the trial was to begin; the tension built, all I could think about was my impending, failure due to come by the end of the day.
At that, I heard the courtroom doors open again. Before I got a chance to glance behind me, I heard high heels tapping in a heart pounding familiar rhythm, the room became silent and an electrical pRead and rate my prologue?
I like your writing and style.
You captured my interest.
I have a few suggestions, if you will:
1. Take the last sentence in the first paragraph and place it first, that is the first sentence in your prologue.
2. Go though this piece and question each significant word: does it way what you mean it to?
Examples: 6th paragraph ';Some stared subconsciously.'; Do people really stare subconsicously?
Next to the last paragraph: ';failure due to come by the end of the day'; Do you mean ';failure'; or tragedy or disaster? If failure, what does he fail at? Being sentenced?
I'm not trying to be picky but to point out the need to work harder at diction.
But I think you have potential as a writer, so that's why I bothered to mention these things.Read and rate my prologue?
I just love it! The whole idea of 'wanting to go to prison' was a really good concept, and a change from the normal courtroom stories. The tension was fantastic. I very much enjoyed it and really want to know what happens next!!
Just one thing:
';As I walked through the building, my shoes squeaked as if I walked across the ocean to arrive there.'; It sounds a bit out of place. Perhaps:
';As I walked through the building, my shoes squeaked as if I had crossed the entire ocean just to make it to my trial.';
To Kill A MockingBird Part 2 Questions?
1} Who defuses the situation at the jail (without knowing it)?
Jem
Mr. Ewell
Scout
Atticus
What does Tom Robinson say that upsets the whole courtroom?
He feels sorry for Mayella.
Nothing.
He is sorry for what he did.
He is not sorry for what he did
Do you think that Maycomb is on its way to being less prejudiced? Why or why not? Please support your writing with examples from the novel!!
How does Maycomb’s African-American population show their appreciation to Atticus?
by sending him flowers
by sending him cards
by sending lots and lots of food
by having a parade in his honor
Who lets Scout and Jem onto the balcony?
Reverend Sykes
Calpurnia
Boo
Atticus
What verdict does the jury deliver?
It's a hung jury.
Tom is innocent.
We never find out.
Tom is guilty.
We have talked about how Scout matures (but remains innocent) throught the novel. Provide three examples of her maturation from our readings.
Who threatens Atticus after the trial?
Bob Ewell
Scout
Boo
Aunt Alexandra
How did Tom lose abilities in his left hand?
It was torn apart by a cotton gin.
He cut it with a knife.
We don’t know.
He was like that since birth.
Do you think everyone in the town of Maycomb knew what the outcome of the trial would be? Why or why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel.
This novel takes place in
the 1920s.
the 1960s.
the 1930s.
the 1950s.
What does Miss Maudie take as a sign of progress in Maycomb?
all of the food that is sent
that the jury was out for so long
that the verdict was guilty
that Tom is free
Mr. Dolphus drinks out of a brown paper bag. What is in it?
alcohol
Coca Cola
Kool Aid
Gatorade
Why does Atticus sit in front of the Maycomb Jail?
He has nothing better to do.
That is where his friends hang out.
He is there to protect himself.
He is there to protect Tom Robinson.
How does Atticus find out that the children are in the courtroom?
They tell him they are there.
He sees them.
Calpurnia passes him a note.
Aunt Alexandra tells on them.
The title of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird is symbolic of characters within the story. The mockingbird represents the idea of innocence. Thus, to kill a mockingbird is to destroy innocence. Identify a minimum of two characters who are mockingbirds in the novel. Explain who they are and how they are mockingbirds.
Follow correct essay form: introduction, supporting paragraphs, and a concluding paragraph. Check your spelling, punctuation, and grammar.
Who was protecting Atticus the whole time?
Mr. Underwood
Mr. Cunningham
Calpurnia
Aunt Alexandra
Do you think that it was right for Atticus and Heck to let everyone think Ewell fell on his own knife? Why or why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel.
How does Atticus PROVE that Ewell is the one that hit Mayella?
Mayella said he did.
Ewell had bruises too.
Ewell admitted it.
Ewell is left handed.
One person on the jury wanted to acquit. Who was it?
Cunningham
Ewell
Miss Maudie
Reverend Sykes
Who saves Jem from “the killer”?
Boo Radley
Scout
Atticus
Aunt Alexandra
Aunt Alexandra tries to get rid of Calpurnia. Why?
Aunt Alexandra want to be the “woman” of the household.
All of the answers are correct.
They no longer need her.
She doesn’t like her influence on the children.
What is the Ewell house surrounded by?
cows
trash
a river
chickens
Do you think Aunt Alexandra helped the Finch household? If yes, how? If no, why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel.To Kill A MockingBird Part 2 Questions?
1} Who defuses the situation at the jail (without knowing it)?
Atticus
What does Tom Robinson say that upsets the whole courtroom?
He feels sorry for Mayella.
Do you think that Maycomb is on its way to being less prejudiced? Why or why not? Please support your writing with examples from the novel!!
Yes. Not everyone will change, but many have seen the error of their ways through the course of the trial.
How does Maycomb’s African-American population show their appreciation to Atticus?
by sending lots and lots of food
Who lets Scout and Jem onto the balcony?
Calpurnia
What verdict does the jury deliver?
Tom is guilty.
We have talked about how Scout matures (but remains innocent) throught the novel. Provide three examples of her maturation from our readings. (too much work, you'll have to do this one - wikipedia the plot summary)
Who threatens Atticus after the trial?
Bob Ewell
How did Tom lose abilities in his left hand?
It was torn apart by a cotton gin.
Do you think everyone in the town of Maycomb knew what the outcome of the trial would be? Why or why not?
Yes. That Miss Maudie is impressed that the jury took a long time. Anyone expecting a jury to come back quickly would expect them to have judged Tom guilty long before the trial even started.
This novel takes place in
the 1930s.
What does Miss Maudie take as a sign of progress in Maycomb?
that the jury was out for so long
Mr. Dolphus drinks out of a brown paper bag. What is in it?
Coca-Cola
Why does Atticus sit in front of the Maycomb Jail?
He is there to protect Tom Robinson.
How does Atticus find out that the children are in the courtroom?
Calpurnia passes him a note.
The title of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird is symbolic of characters within the story. The mockingbird represents the idea of innocence. Thus, to kill a mockingbird is to destroy innocence. Identify a minimum of two characters who are mockingbirds in the novel. Explain who they are and how they are mockingbirds.
Scout - she is a young child who has not been indoctrinated with racism like the rest of the towns folk and doesn't understand why they wouldn't give Tom a fair trial.
Dill - he is also a young child and has to learn some rough lessons about family leaving him.
Who was protecting Atticus the whole time?
Mr. Cunningham
Do you think that it was right for Atticus and Heck to let everyone think Ewell fell on his own knife? Why or why not? (not doing this one for you)
How does Atticus PROVE that Ewell is the one that hit Mayella?
Ewell is left handed.
One person on the jury wanted to acquit. Who was it?
Cunningham
Who saves Jem from “the killer”?
Boo Radley
Aunt Alexandra tries to get rid of Calpurnia. Why?
All of the answers are correct.
What is the Ewell house surrounded by?
trash
Do you think Aunt Alexandra helped the Finch household? If yes, how? If no, why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel. (this one's all you)To Kill A MockingBird Part 2 Questions?
1scout
2he pities mayella
3 yes the jury took a long time to deliberate
4food
5reverend
6guilty
7 ugh your on your own for this one
8bob ewell
9 gin
10 not answering
11-end psh this is dumb. use your brain and do it yourselfcredit counseling girl myspace
Jem
Mr. Ewell
Scout
Atticus
What does Tom Robinson say that upsets the whole courtroom?
He feels sorry for Mayella.
Nothing.
He is sorry for what he did.
He is not sorry for what he did
Do you think that Maycomb is on its way to being less prejudiced? Why or why not? Please support your writing with examples from the novel!!
How does Maycomb’s African-American population show their appreciation to Atticus?
by sending him flowers
by sending him cards
by sending lots and lots of food
by having a parade in his honor
Who lets Scout and Jem onto the balcony?
Reverend Sykes
Calpurnia
Boo
Atticus
What verdict does the jury deliver?
It's a hung jury.
Tom is innocent.
We never find out.
Tom is guilty.
We have talked about how Scout matures (but remains innocent) throught the novel. Provide three examples of her maturation from our readings.
Who threatens Atticus after the trial?
Bob Ewell
Scout
Boo
Aunt Alexandra
How did Tom lose abilities in his left hand?
It was torn apart by a cotton gin.
He cut it with a knife.
We don’t know.
He was like that since birth.
Do you think everyone in the town of Maycomb knew what the outcome of the trial would be? Why or why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel.
This novel takes place in
the 1920s.
the 1960s.
the 1930s.
the 1950s.
What does Miss Maudie take as a sign of progress in Maycomb?
all of the food that is sent
that the jury was out for so long
that the verdict was guilty
that Tom is free
Mr. Dolphus drinks out of a brown paper bag. What is in it?
alcohol
Coca Cola
Kool Aid
Gatorade
Why does Atticus sit in front of the Maycomb Jail?
He has nothing better to do.
That is where his friends hang out.
He is there to protect himself.
He is there to protect Tom Robinson.
How does Atticus find out that the children are in the courtroom?
They tell him they are there.
He sees them.
Calpurnia passes him a note.
Aunt Alexandra tells on them.
The title of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird is symbolic of characters within the story. The mockingbird represents the idea of innocence. Thus, to kill a mockingbird is to destroy innocence. Identify a minimum of two characters who are mockingbirds in the novel. Explain who they are and how they are mockingbirds.
Follow correct essay form: introduction, supporting paragraphs, and a concluding paragraph. Check your spelling, punctuation, and grammar.
Who was protecting Atticus the whole time?
Mr. Underwood
Mr. Cunningham
Calpurnia
Aunt Alexandra
Do you think that it was right for Atticus and Heck to let everyone think Ewell fell on his own knife? Why or why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel.
How does Atticus PROVE that Ewell is the one that hit Mayella?
Mayella said he did.
Ewell had bruises too.
Ewell admitted it.
Ewell is left handed.
One person on the jury wanted to acquit. Who was it?
Cunningham
Ewell
Miss Maudie
Reverend Sykes
Who saves Jem from “the killer”?
Boo Radley
Scout
Atticus
Aunt Alexandra
Aunt Alexandra tries to get rid of Calpurnia. Why?
Aunt Alexandra want to be the “woman” of the household.
All of the answers are correct.
They no longer need her.
She doesn’t like her influence on the children.
What is the Ewell house surrounded by?
cows
trash
a river
chickens
Do you think Aunt Alexandra helped the Finch household? If yes, how? If no, why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel.To Kill A MockingBird Part 2 Questions?
1} Who defuses the situation at the jail (without knowing it)?
Atticus
What does Tom Robinson say that upsets the whole courtroom?
He feels sorry for Mayella.
Do you think that Maycomb is on its way to being less prejudiced? Why or why not? Please support your writing with examples from the novel!!
Yes. Not everyone will change, but many have seen the error of their ways through the course of the trial.
How does Maycomb’s African-American population show their appreciation to Atticus?
by sending lots and lots of food
Who lets Scout and Jem onto the balcony?
Calpurnia
What verdict does the jury deliver?
Tom is guilty.
We have talked about how Scout matures (but remains innocent) throught the novel. Provide three examples of her maturation from our readings. (too much work, you'll have to do this one - wikipedia the plot summary)
Who threatens Atticus after the trial?
Bob Ewell
How did Tom lose abilities in his left hand?
It was torn apart by a cotton gin.
Do you think everyone in the town of Maycomb knew what the outcome of the trial would be? Why or why not?
Yes. That Miss Maudie is impressed that the jury took a long time. Anyone expecting a jury to come back quickly would expect them to have judged Tom guilty long before the trial even started.
This novel takes place in
the 1930s.
What does Miss Maudie take as a sign of progress in Maycomb?
that the jury was out for so long
Mr. Dolphus drinks out of a brown paper bag. What is in it?
Coca-Cola
Why does Atticus sit in front of the Maycomb Jail?
He is there to protect Tom Robinson.
How does Atticus find out that the children are in the courtroom?
Calpurnia passes him a note.
The title of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird is symbolic of characters within the story. The mockingbird represents the idea of innocence. Thus, to kill a mockingbird is to destroy innocence. Identify a minimum of two characters who are mockingbirds in the novel. Explain who they are and how they are mockingbirds.
Scout - she is a young child who has not been indoctrinated with racism like the rest of the towns folk and doesn't understand why they wouldn't give Tom a fair trial.
Dill - he is also a young child and has to learn some rough lessons about family leaving him.
Who was protecting Atticus the whole time?
Mr. Cunningham
Do you think that it was right for Atticus and Heck to let everyone think Ewell fell on his own knife? Why or why not? (not doing this one for you)
How does Atticus PROVE that Ewell is the one that hit Mayella?
Ewell is left handed.
One person on the jury wanted to acquit. Who was it?
Cunningham
Who saves Jem from “the killer”?
Boo Radley
Aunt Alexandra tries to get rid of Calpurnia. Why?
All of the answers are correct.
What is the Ewell house surrounded by?
trash
Do you think Aunt Alexandra helped the Finch household? If yes, how? If no, why not?
Please support your opinion with examples from the novel. (this one's all you)To Kill A MockingBird Part 2 Questions?
1scout
2he pities mayella
3 yes the jury took a long time to deliberate
4food
5reverend
6guilty
7 ugh your on your own for this one
8bob ewell
9 gin
10 not answering
11-end psh this is dumb. use your brain and do it yourself
I just need your opinion of what i wrote for my disccusion quesiton answer?
Topic: this is what I had to write about
Imagine that you are at a coffee shop with a group student-friends and the discussion turns to a topic on racism, sexism, classism, heterosexism, or another form of oppression. The people in the group all have a different viewpoint and the discussion takes an unexpected turn and causes conflict within the group. Since you have just completed some research on multiculturalism topics, the group turns to you for help to resolve the conflict. How are you going to address this issue? What are some of the strategies that you could use for managing this situation without immediately ending the conversation?
Here is what I wrote
The issue would be one that is kind of hard to address in a coffee shop but I guess that is the place where it all happened. I think that the role that I would take would be the person in the middle and I will have to admit I take that role a lot. I guess I just like to argue so when one person is saying something even if I completely agree I will always say something to argue with them. One thing that I would make sure to get my point across about would be that there are many people out in the world that think the same way that they do about the issue. Though on the other hand there are also just as many people who think totally opposite about the same thing. These same issues and points have been argued and argued for years and I truthfully don’t think that in this world that they will ever be agreed upon. It is just like my father in law told his fishing buddy, he said, “We can argue our whole fishing trip away and ruin the whole thing but when we get off the lake I’m still going to be a Baptist and your still going to be Church of Christ.” That’s when they just started fishing and left the complicated issues at the house. I would tell them that they were either brought up to think this way or they have learned to think this way and that is why they feel so strongly about it. I think I would just try and keep them settled down and not get to loud and disturb all the other people trying to enjoy their coffee.I just need your opinion of what i wrote for my disccusion quesiton answer?
Pretty good..Agree to differ, reach a compromise, have another coffee!
Imagine that you are at a coffee shop with a group student-friends and the discussion turns to a topic on racism, sexism, classism, heterosexism, or another form of oppression. The people in the group all have a different viewpoint and the discussion takes an unexpected turn and causes conflict within the group. Since you have just completed some research on multiculturalism topics, the group turns to you for help to resolve the conflict. How are you going to address this issue? What are some of the strategies that you could use for managing this situation without immediately ending the conversation?
Here is what I wrote
The issue would be one that is kind of hard to address in a coffee shop but I guess that is the place where it all happened. I think that the role that I would take would be the person in the middle and I will have to admit I take that role a lot. I guess I just like to argue so when one person is saying something even if I completely agree I will always say something to argue with them. One thing that I would make sure to get my point across about would be that there are many people out in the world that think the same way that they do about the issue. Though on the other hand there are also just as many people who think totally opposite about the same thing. These same issues and points have been argued and argued for years and I truthfully don’t think that in this world that they will ever be agreed upon. It is just like my father in law told his fishing buddy, he said, “We can argue our whole fishing trip away and ruin the whole thing but when we get off the lake I’m still going to be a Baptist and your still going to be Church of Christ.” That’s when they just started fishing and left the complicated issues at the house. I would tell them that they were either brought up to think this way or they have learned to think this way and that is why they feel so strongly about it. I think I would just try and keep them settled down and not get to loud and disturb all the other people trying to enjoy their coffee.I just need your opinion of what i wrote for my disccusion quesiton answer?
Pretty good..Agree to differ, reach a compromise, have another coffee!
How do I say sorry to my teacher when I did this?
Today at school, our class was writing an essay. I'm sure she didn't say it, but I might have forgotten. She said she doesn't want any old paperwork that might help you type your good essay. I didn't do this by accident and left a whole sheet of paper with the rough draft of my essay. I was going to change it anyway. Anyway, she confiscated it and just left. I handed in my good copy but what should I say to my teacher tomorrow if I feel sorry whatsoever?How do I say sorry to my teacher when I did this?
Complain about your teacher to the municipal board.How do I say sorry to my teacher when I did this?
I don't think much of her teaching if she won't let you make a rough draft. She's not teaching, she's looking for geniuses.
It used to be that you just gave your teacher an apple...nowadays you have to sleep with your teacher apparently
Complain about your teacher to the municipal board.How do I say sorry to my teacher when I did this?
I don't think much of her teaching if she won't let you make a rough draft. She's not teaching, she's looking for geniuses.
It used to be that you just gave your teacher an apple...nowadays you have to sleep with your teacher apparently
How do you like this poem?
I always dreamed of the day I'd meet the one.
The day that my Romeo would sweep me away.
But I never thought it would actually be.
It was just a dream.
A fantasy so far off that would never come true.
I prayed that you would come.
That God would send the only one that I'd ever need.
The only one that would ever make me feel special.
So I waited.
I waited with hope.
Hope that I'd be given the gift
to love and to be loved.
And then that day in sweet November.
Oh, that day I'll never forget.
It was when all my hopes,
dreams, and prayers came true.
The day when you left your guys to be with me.
Why me? I had to ask myself.
Then I realized you were the one.
The one who would encourage me,
cherish me, and love me till the end.
You just can't imagine the way you make me feel.
It's a feeling I just can't explain.
The feeling I get whenever I look at you,
Hear your name,
or feel the slightest touch of your hand.
I love the way you look at me,
and the way you make me smile.
I especially love the way you place your hands
around my waist and softly tickle until I get chills.
I just wonder if your hands could feel the butterflies
I get while they were there.
And I can't forget your gentle kiss.
Your lips softly kissing my back.
I wanted that moment to last forever.
And your brown eyes.
Looking in them I get lost in my thoughts.
It all seems so perfect.
I can't wait until we finally belong to each other.
The day we both say ';I do';.
And the gift that we will exchange.
The gift we've saved our whole lives
to give that special one.
So forever you will be my one and only.
The one and only love of my life.
Please tell me how you liked it!! I dedicate this to my love, my love of my life!!
I just wrote this one!! (It is a brand new one)
I hope you all like it!!How do you like this poem?
good again.........yes !!How do you like this poem?
nice job :) scale from 1-10...8 and a half
YES WE ALL LIKE IT
GOOD NIGHT
The day that my Romeo would sweep me away.
But I never thought it would actually be.
It was just a dream.
A fantasy so far off that would never come true.
I prayed that you would come.
That God would send the only one that I'd ever need.
The only one that would ever make me feel special.
So I waited.
I waited with hope.
Hope that I'd be given the gift
to love and to be loved.
And then that day in sweet November.
Oh, that day I'll never forget.
It was when all my hopes,
dreams, and prayers came true.
The day when you left your guys to be with me.
Why me? I had to ask myself.
Then I realized you were the one.
The one who would encourage me,
cherish me, and love me till the end.
You just can't imagine the way you make me feel.
It's a feeling I just can't explain.
The feeling I get whenever I look at you,
Hear your name,
or feel the slightest touch of your hand.
I love the way you look at me,
and the way you make me smile.
I especially love the way you place your hands
around my waist and softly tickle until I get chills.
I just wonder if your hands could feel the butterflies
I get while they were there.
And I can't forget your gentle kiss.
Your lips softly kissing my back.
I wanted that moment to last forever.
And your brown eyes.
Looking in them I get lost in my thoughts.
It all seems so perfect.
I can't wait until we finally belong to each other.
The day we both say ';I do';.
And the gift that we will exchange.
The gift we've saved our whole lives
to give that special one.
So forever you will be my one and only.
The one and only love of my life.
Please tell me how you liked it!! I dedicate this to my love, my love of my life!!
I just wrote this one!! (It is a brand new one)
I hope you all like it!!How do you like this poem?
good again.........yes !!How do you like this poem?
nice job :) scale from 1-10...8 and a half
YES WE ALL LIKE IT
GOOD NIGHT
They're Preaching (But You're No Choir)?
Hey! This is a poem I wrote during Spring, it's kind of self explanatory, kind of a sarcastic thank you note or something. I'd love to hear some opinions on it and any advice for the future! And how could I go about getting published?!
They're Preaching
(But You're No Choir)
One misstep, ten accidents, my hand left on your stove,
Distractions are at ease when light years from home.
Smooth sailing is redundant until a lifesaver is lost,
Coincidence that it's Spring with unexpected frost.
I'm livid on a prayer until you make your move,
Though I was misinformed, it's better if you do.
Won't be your sloppy seconds or even thirds,
There's soft spots but just hit me where it hurts.
The picture is outdated and so is your strategy,
I'll laugh it off if you're ever bound back to me.
You're under my skin though the venom is all but new,
Vague answers and lying aren't ways to make it through.They're Preaching (But You're No Choir)?
IT sounds good.
I think it needs some comas though!.
I'd have to hear you read it to see if it's good.
They're Preaching
(But You're No Choir)
One misstep, ten accidents, my hand left on your stove,
Distractions are at ease when light years from home.
Smooth sailing is redundant until a lifesaver is lost,
Coincidence that it's Spring with unexpected frost.
I'm livid on a prayer until you make your move,
Though I was misinformed, it's better if you do.
Won't be your sloppy seconds or even thirds,
There's soft spots but just hit me where it hurts.
The picture is outdated and so is your strategy,
I'll laugh it off if you're ever bound back to me.
You're under my skin though the venom is all but new,
Vague answers and lying aren't ways to make it through.They're Preaching (But You're No Choir)?
IT sounds good.
I think it needs some comas though!.
I'd have to hear you read it to see if it's good.
What do you think about what I wrote?
I know its kinda long but pleas read and tell me ur opinion!
oh and what are some things I could improve?
You asked
You asked me what I think “Life” is. I once read that life is a combination of hate, passion and love. But how does it look? How is it? Where do we keep it?
I thought about that a lot in the end I realized that life is a gray ghost alike soul in a glass made bottle that god gave us to hold with both of your little hands. God gave you your own bottle and the possibility to make with it whatever you want to, you can hold it tight take care of it and life your life the way you want it, you can also play with it pass it from one hand to the other and be just happy with the way your life is.
However, you asked me to talk about you to tell your story since your not here to tell it at your own. Where should I start? I would ask you if you would be here but your not….Why? Just listen why… because you were an impatient person you kept playing with your bottle passing it from one hand to the other and then the thing you feared happened you “accidently” dropped your bottle, it “accidently” slipped through your careless fingers and fell, it fell in a slow way for me every second passed for me slowly but too quickly for you, you had no time to react to reach out for it, like you would even have a chance! and then your little glassy bottle hit earth and broke into uncountable pieces you can’t repair, there was nothing left to keep your soul safe, you reached your hands out trying to catch it to hold it back but you couldn’t even reach it, it flew away from the place it left your no respectful body can reach it and made its way up. In a couple of time it will reach the top of the sky and then chose heaven or hell. But until then your body was left empty behind on earth lying on the cold dirty street with no warm soul inside. You wonder how you got into this situation, you ask me what happened. Should I blame you? Tell you about all the bad things you did? How you acted in a no respectful way towards your life your soul and towards others?
I look down at your face covered with shame I see a single tear making its way down your face, I hear you whispering some random words about that your sorry, then you tell me that you finally understood that you were wrong that the most precious gift god gave us is love and life that you lost both, you tell me that you regret all the bad things you did, you cry you scream you beg me to give you a second chance to give you a second bottle. Should I say that I don’t believe you? That everyone says the same when death is so close? That they all regret in the last moment when it won’t lead them to anywhere…I tell you that I cant that everything will be over soon, in my mind I add that you don’t deserve this second chance.
I reach my hands out on both of my sides it’s a cold night tonight you’re lying at my feet still crying and begging and I’m feeling uncomfortable about being here I want to go back I wish that it will be over soon. The rain starts, the horrible rain for you that will never let you forget me and this moment. I raise my head towards the black sky and close my eyes, I don’t need to see you to know what’s happening with you, I don’t need to hear your screams to know the pain your in. But this is the end you had chose, it’s the moment I went through a lot of times every time with a different person but all had something in common: all of them made something wrong. In my mind I can see the hard heavy rain drops reaching your empty body crushing on your face cutting it, melting it, soon nothing will be left of you not a single bone everything will melt with the rain. The hour of death has come for you I hear the bells ring the sign that its over that your soul reached the place it belongs to now, I open my eyes and look at what is supposed to be the leftovers of your dead body at the black and yellow sand at my feet, I lean down and put them in the hourglass I had in my pocket an hourglass to give another life to another soul. I look around and then make my way to my next victim hoping that he will be calmer cause me less headache and make me feel less guilty.
P.S: I kept the promise I gave you, I told your story but I can’t promise you the future. I may be immortal but others not, people may forget your story but others may remember it and pass it over.
Good luck to everyone with death when it reaches you. Make the best of your life as long as you can, don’t think about the bad things think about the little things that make your day great and make you smile!
What do you think about what I wrote?
That's really really good. And deep. I don't think you should change anything. It has a lot of meaning and you should keep it the way it is.What do you think about what I wrote?
Great!!! but there are some run-on sentences and fragments.
U wrote a quite big story.It took a lot of time 2 me 2 understand but when I
under stood the fact I really liked it.Wish u all the best and keep up the good workcredit counseling girl myspace
oh and what are some things I could improve?
You asked
You asked me what I think “Life” is. I once read that life is a combination of hate, passion and love. But how does it look? How is it? Where do we keep it?
I thought about that a lot in the end I realized that life is a gray ghost alike soul in a glass made bottle that god gave us to hold with both of your little hands. God gave you your own bottle and the possibility to make with it whatever you want to, you can hold it tight take care of it and life your life the way you want it, you can also play with it pass it from one hand to the other and be just happy with the way your life is.
However, you asked me to talk about you to tell your story since your not here to tell it at your own. Where should I start? I would ask you if you would be here but your not….Why? Just listen why… because you were an impatient person you kept playing with your bottle passing it from one hand to the other and then the thing you feared happened you “accidently” dropped your bottle, it “accidently” slipped through your careless fingers and fell, it fell in a slow way for me every second passed for me slowly but too quickly for you, you had no time to react to reach out for it, like you would even have a chance! and then your little glassy bottle hit earth and broke into uncountable pieces you can’t repair, there was nothing left to keep your soul safe, you reached your hands out trying to catch it to hold it back but you couldn’t even reach it, it flew away from the place it left your no respectful body can reach it and made its way up. In a couple of time it will reach the top of the sky and then chose heaven or hell. But until then your body was left empty behind on earth lying on the cold dirty street with no warm soul inside. You wonder how you got into this situation, you ask me what happened. Should I blame you? Tell you about all the bad things you did? How you acted in a no respectful way towards your life your soul and towards others?
I look down at your face covered with shame I see a single tear making its way down your face, I hear you whispering some random words about that your sorry, then you tell me that you finally understood that you were wrong that the most precious gift god gave us is love and life that you lost both, you tell me that you regret all the bad things you did, you cry you scream you beg me to give you a second chance to give you a second bottle. Should I say that I don’t believe you? That everyone says the same when death is so close? That they all regret in the last moment when it won’t lead them to anywhere…I tell you that I cant that everything will be over soon, in my mind I add that you don’t deserve this second chance.
I reach my hands out on both of my sides it’s a cold night tonight you’re lying at my feet still crying and begging and I’m feeling uncomfortable about being here I want to go back I wish that it will be over soon. The rain starts, the horrible rain for you that will never let you forget me and this moment. I raise my head towards the black sky and close my eyes, I don’t need to see you to know what’s happening with you, I don’t need to hear your screams to know the pain your in. But this is the end you had chose, it’s the moment I went through a lot of times every time with a different person but all had something in common: all of them made something wrong. In my mind I can see the hard heavy rain drops reaching your empty body crushing on your face cutting it, melting it, soon nothing will be left of you not a single bone everything will melt with the rain. The hour of death has come for you I hear the bells ring the sign that its over that your soul reached the place it belongs to now, I open my eyes and look at what is supposed to be the leftovers of your dead body at the black and yellow sand at my feet, I lean down and put them in the hourglass I had in my pocket an hourglass to give another life to another soul. I look around and then make my way to my next victim hoping that he will be calmer cause me less headache and make me feel less guilty.
P.S: I kept the promise I gave you, I told your story but I can’t promise you the future. I may be immortal but others not, people may forget your story but others may remember it and pass it over.
Good luck to everyone with death when it reaches you. Make the best of your life as long as you can, don’t think about the bad things think about the little things that make your day great and make you smile!
What do you think about what I wrote?
That's really really good. And deep. I don't think you should change anything. It has a lot of meaning and you should keep it the way it is.What do you think about what I wrote?
Great!!! but there are some run-on sentences and fragments.
U wrote a quite big story.It took a lot of time 2 me 2 understand but when I
under stood the fact I really liked it.Wish u all the best and keep up the good work
Please Please Your words may save a life...I need your help!!!?
I write this with shaking hands,almost unable to with stand...anything.In the end it's just not the same.Why live with all this pain?I watch as she left with my daughter in hands...I watch as she left with my life in her hands.And what I would gave for just another glance,of the way I made her smile.I've made mistakes,I'm not perfect,but maybe that's what life takes...being perfect.I worked hard to give my family a good life,if that means working long hours.I've always ... just you can feeling the pain replacing the happiness,dread replacing the light,emptiness replacing meaning. Is this how everyday is going to be?You can say no,you can say it'll get better but how many have seen their meaning fall through open palms like grains of sand?Why do I bother writing?Why do I bother posting this?Because it's my last words to a world that has became stale to me.If you see her smile,remember that may be the last you'll ever see.Might be the last tear to ever last from her beautiful face,as she screams your name.
To wonder the world alone,a scarecrow filled with not scraw but memories of a better day.Life's a snow globe,where someone just shakes it up one day,two people who shared a life are now million of miles away.Just for a look,of better days,a painting of how life should be.God!! Oh jesus christ,i'll never be the same.Please Please Your words may save a life...I need your help!!!?
Hopefully things won't be the same. Think of your daughter. What can you do to remain a part of HER life. So far you have done what YOU thought was right; now try as hard to think what might be right for your daughter, and maybe your wife. Think of the OTHER PEOPLE in your life, not yourself. As long as you are alive, you can make it better. It hurts acutely now, but the pain will dull and allow RIGHT action. Stay in there. There are people who can help.Please Please Your words may save a life...I need your help!!!?
You sound like a person in distress, but from what you have written, I cannot determine the exact nature of the distress. I suggest you talk to someone and explain the situation and talk it out.
very poetic, i think you found your outlet. write your feelings down neg. or pos. its been proven to help ppl by writing their feelings down instead of just thinking about them. If you're contemplating suicide that's a obvious mistake, you have a daughter and that should be motivation right there, lovers/wives come and go, children don't. and killing yourself is the easiest way out of life, stay positive it's hard but you have to try.
go to a doctor fast!
Breathe ... just breathe ... and know there are people out there who hear you and who care.
You are feeling very emotional and something really bad has happened to you. Can you explain what has happened?
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Well one thing is for sure - you don't ever divorce your daughter or stop being her parent ... so now you choose ... what legacy do you leave her. Right now you are thinking of you. It is really hard - but suicide??
Do you know that when parents commit suicide their children are affected for the rest of their lives. The number of children and siblings who follow their parents is high.
What do you want to teach her - to live or to die....? If she was in the same position in a few years from now ... would you tell her to give up ... to lie down and die ... to quit?
What did her dad do ....?
Everything is a mess now. You are hurting. We have been there. That is what life is. But what do you do - let is drag you down .. or do you learn .. do you get up to face another day... ?
You have to get out of there for now or fill your mind with something positive (I hear you - but you cannot keep pulling yourself apart) - find a friend - fill the void with something else (good) for a while. You cannot just stop thinking about it - she is too important - but you can take yourself out of a place where you are replaying the thoughts in your head.
Take it five minutes at a time, one hour at a time ...
Pray - for comfort, for understanding, for love, for peace.
Try reading - you may find this comforting ...
http://www.watchtower.org/e/20080201/article_01.htm
Sent with care and love ...
Wow, thats really poetic and amazing. It's really honest, i like it. Thats amazing. I saved a copy in my word. I bet you'll be a famous poet someday.
ok i am not sure if i understand that :D but i think your problem is that you were left by your wife and daughter????? that is PAIN and you may not be the same again, BUT for some reasons i think there are always ways to solve something, or to make it better. but maybe you are depressed, maybe you should contact your family i mean your parents brothers sisters and OF course your daughter!#
and maybe you should go to a psychogist!!! BELIEVE me there are always ways out!!!!!! when one door closes, another opens!!!!!! wish you luck! :) ;)
Grow up. You are being a coward, no one will respect you if you take your own life.
If you kill yourself, you're an a$$hole---the ultimate act of selfishness, ESPECIALLY for a parent. My best friend killed himself and left behind 3 small daughters. THEY live with what HE did every damn day, and they are a mess. If you really love her, tough it out and get some therapy.
If this is a poem or writing exercise, good job, but seriously, don't be an a$$
To wonder the world alone,a scarecrow filled with not scraw but memories of a better day.Life's a snow globe,where someone just shakes it up one day,two people who shared a life are now million of miles away.Just for a look,of better days,a painting of how life should be.God!! Oh jesus christ,i'll never be the same.Please Please Your words may save a life...I need your help!!!?
Hopefully things won't be the same. Think of your daughter. What can you do to remain a part of HER life. So far you have done what YOU thought was right; now try as hard to think what might be right for your daughter, and maybe your wife. Think of the OTHER PEOPLE in your life, not yourself. As long as you are alive, you can make it better. It hurts acutely now, but the pain will dull and allow RIGHT action. Stay in there. There are people who can help.Please Please Your words may save a life...I need your help!!!?
You sound like a person in distress, but from what you have written, I cannot determine the exact nature of the distress. I suggest you talk to someone and explain the situation and talk it out.
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very poetic, i think you found your outlet. write your feelings down neg. or pos. its been proven to help ppl by writing their feelings down instead of just thinking about them. If you're contemplating suicide that's a obvious mistake, you have a daughter and that should be motivation right there, lovers/wives come and go, children don't. and killing yourself is the easiest way out of life, stay positive it's hard but you have to try.
go to a doctor fast!
Breathe ... just breathe ... and know there are people out there who hear you and who care.
You are feeling very emotional and something really bad has happened to you. Can you explain what has happened?
-------
Well one thing is for sure - you don't ever divorce your daughter or stop being her parent ... so now you choose ... what legacy do you leave her. Right now you are thinking of you. It is really hard - but suicide??
Do you know that when parents commit suicide their children are affected for the rest of their lives. The number of children and siblings who follow their parents is high.
What do you want to teach her - to live or to die....? If she was in the same position in a few years from now ... would you tell her to give up ... to lie down and die ... to quit?
What did her dad do ....?
Everything is a mess now. You are hurting. We have been there. That is what life is. But what do you do - let is drag you down .. or do you learn .. do you get up to face another day... ?
You have to get out of there for now or fill your mind with something positive (I hear you - but you cannot keep pulling yourself apart) - find a friend - fill the void with something else (good) for a while. You cannot just stop thinking about it - she is too important - but you can take yourself out of a place where you are replaying the thoughts in your head.
Take it five minutes at a time, one hour at a time ...
Pray - for comfort, for understanding, for love, for peace.
Try reading - you may find this comforting ...
http://www.watchtower.org/e/20080201/article_01.htm
Sent with care and love ...
Wow, thats really poetic and amazing. It's really honest, i like it. Thats amazing. I saved a copy in my word. I bet you'll be a famous poet someday.
ok i am not sure if i understand that :D but i think your problem is that you were left by your wife and daughter????? that is PAIN and you may not be the same again, BUT for some reasons i think there are always ways to solve something, or to make it better. but maybe you are depressed, maybe you should contact your family i mean your parents brothers sisters and OF course your daughter!#
and maybe you should go to a psychogist!!! BELIEVE me there are always ways out!!!!!! when one door closes, another opens!!!!!! wish you luck! :) ;)
Grow up. You are being a coward, no one will respect you if you take your own life.
If you kill yourself, you're an a$$hole---the ultimate act of selfishness, ESPECIALLY for a parent. My best friend killed himself and left behind 3 small daughters. THEY live with what HE did every damn day, and they are a mess. If you really love her, tough it out and get some therapy.
If this is a poem or writing exercise, good job, but seriously, don't be an a$$
I am deeply disturbed by my son's poetry. What should I do?
As of recently, my 16 year old son shows little interest in talking to me, and he often doesn't want to attend church. He spends more time with his friends than he used to. I do not approve of his friends or the music he listens to, and he doesn't seen to care what I think, and that worries me deeply.
Today when I was going through his room while he was at a church youth group meeting, I unfortunately discovered a notebook full of his writings. And when I was going through his account on the computer, I discovered even more disturbing poetry.
I am very concerned by this. Why would he ever think, much less write such sinful and disturbing things, instead of glorifying God in his writings?
I am almost scared to talk to him about these things now. How should I appraoch this? Should I seek out professional help for him?
Below are some of his writings that are free of horrible profanities. Judging by these, what do you think could be wrong to be making him behave in such a way?
1:
Sweet baby brother,
A napalm sunrise in coming,
It'll burn the sun black;
Bleed the moon dry,
You'll have to leave your world behind,
You don't need all the pretty things that pull you down,
The weight of the world is merely a pawn,
Let them all drown in your newfound salvation,
If you take my hand with all the strength in your feeble limbs,
I'll promise you a safe place to call your own,
You said you want this as much as I do,
So take it and don't look back,
Children dancing among the flames,
Hand in hand as our flesh melts away,
Sing from inside when you've got nothing left,
I won't dare let you out of my sight,
Of all the nights we've spoken in dreams,
You've earned my unconditional trust,
Meet me by the shore where the silver sea shines,
Follow me to our underground city.
Bid farewell the the person the world made you,
When we are nothing we'll become pure,
2:
You speak softly in a child鈥檚 voice,
Tiny sweaty fingers trembling between my own,
The warmth of your skin repulses me,
Intimacy so genuine and soft is my greatest fear,
Please don鈥檛 stay the night,
I can鈥檛 bear to hear you breathing as you lie on my floor,
My constant glass eyes are giving me away,
I stand made of stone, only because I鈥檓 a bigger coward than you,
How could I say I needed you?
I love all that I hate, and I hate all that I love,
If I tell you that I love you,
Rest assured that tomorrow you will be a guilty memory,
I can鈥檛 break my promises anymore,
My lips are sewn shut with the hair of the last angel I shot out of the sky,
I place my hand on your throat,
The blood rushing below your pale young skin melts me,
Your innocent eyes, so wide and fixated on mine,
Unflinching and calm, I know you鈥檝e got me figured out,
3:
Sitting on the cold tile floor, trapped in a continuous headrush,
Lulled in and out of consciousness by the coffeemaker鈥檚 drip, drip, drip鈥?br>
Bug eyed and disassociated,
Just the dead person in the corner鈥?br>
I drilled a hole in my skull,
I鈥檓 a child again, Mother.
The day drags on like an eternity.
Now you鈥檙e nothing but a blur,
Marring my unfocussed vision.
Fade away, fade away, disappear鈥?br>
How are you gullible enough to believe in me?
I never existed at all.
4:
Ragdoll, with your limbs blowing in the breeze,
All brown and yellowed,
You鈥檙e growing old,
I鈥檓 growing impatient,
Descend to me,
Graceful and autumn scented,
Let me tear you apart,
Another failed attempt to dissect you,
I鈥檓 left with dirty hands and tattered threads,
In your stained glass skull,
You鈥檙e trapped inside a music box,
A broken record dream,
Dance.
Dance until your legs are no more,
You鈥檒l become the dust that dances on sunbeams,
As they crawl through my windows at dawn,
5:
Suddenly I notice the strange familiarity of the salty sea breeze,
My house is on the ocean,
It wretches and creaks with every gentle wave,
Balance beam hallways tremble beneath my hands and knees,
Attempting to purge me from the bowels of my own dream,
Through mommy and daddy鈥檚 room, I move like a ghost,
I try so hard not to be seen,
Their closed eyes still bore into me,
But are they sleeping or deceased?
My room is just a number somewhere in these infinite hallways,
I鈥檓 lost in my own world of monotony,
Even when my teeth fall out, still, I am unconcerned,
I have to meet her by the shore,
I run past the bottomless swimming pool,
Its air so thick and chlorinated,
Water filled with clich茅 laughing faces,
Elevator, take me to the river,
Somewhere amongst the sand and rocks,
By the cold brown water she is looking for me,
6:
Yes, I remember you,
In the rubble of my abondoned city,
A piecemeal angel in the fog,
I saw you last night in a sedated dream,
I held onto your cold plastic flesh,
Begging you not to leave,
Sing, please, with shattered glass vocal cords,
So I know I won't sleep ever again,
Rip your chest open and show me your clockwork entrails,
Dusty, rusted and void of a heart,
Crucify yourself above the door of our shrine,
Burn the image of your face inside my eyelids,
So I won't dare forget you ever again,
I am deeply disturbed by my son's poetry. What should I do?
Honestly, I wouldn't be worried.
At his age I also used poetry and short story writing as a way to let out and handle emotions that I didn't quite know how to express - anger, sadness, frustration with school and the cliques in it, and of course, puppy love.
Your son (who has an incredible command of the English language for his age, his imagery is so realistic that it touched all five of my senses) seems to be expressing a lot of the same things I did... of course these are my interpretations, but...
The first poem, while at a casual glance may seem ';scary'; or ';disturbing'; with its talk of napalm sunrises and melting flesh, is neither. The overall idea of the poem seems to be a rejection of earthly, material things
';You'll have to leave your world behind,
You don't need all the pretty things that pull you down,
The weight of the world is merely a pawn,
Let them all drown in your newfound salvation';
and from the beginning address to ';sweet baby brother';, and the references to other people in ';children dancing'; and the refusal to ';let you out of my sight'; it sounds like the poem is his way of saying (to himself, from a ';first person omnipotent'; point of view; or an explanation to another from his point of view) that although other people may be blinded by all the shallow, physical things around them, your son is not and has hope that others won't be too. It's a common sentiment for that age, when kids are dealing with the shallow clique-ish-ness of high school. He's saying ';look at me for who I am on the inside, not the outside, and I will show you the same respect and look at you the same way. Then we, together, will overcome the people too blind and trapped to do so.'; Overall the poem is full of hope, and although some of the imagery may seem violent, I'm sure some of the feelings that inspired him to write the poem were strong feelings, so he used strong imagery to express them.
And for another type of imagery, I'm sure the third poem would look scary at a casual glance, why it uses the word ';dead';, talks about drilling a hole in his head (and has ';mother'; right after that), and then says ';i never existed at all';. But, again, your son uses such vivid imagery and (extreme seeming - to you? - but not to him, because these emotions are strong and even stronger for a teenager, remember?), that I'd bet anything the poem means this:
Frustration.
';Sitting on the cold tile floor, trapped in a continuous headrush,
Lulled in and out of consciousness by the coffeemaker鈥檚 drip, drip, drip鈥?br>
Bug eyed and disassociated,
Just the dead person in the corner鈥?quot;
';The day drags on like an eternity.
Now you鈥檙e nothing but a blur,
Marring my unfocussed vision.';
The sterile, inanimate imagery there and there, combined with:
';I drilled a hole in my skull,
I鈥檓 a child again, Mother.';
Which is most likely a satirical claim (to childhood, obviously the drilling is again an analogy, kind of like a figurative lobotomy), followed by a prediction of something LESS dire than a cursory glance would reveal.
';Fade away, fade away, disappear鈥?br>
How are you gullible enough to believe in me?
I never existed at all.';
What he's saying in this poem seems to be partly the opposite of what the words say (the satire), and partly a plea not to let the things he's saying happen (the prediction). He feels as though you are treating him like a child (the lobotomy comparison with the drill, followed by ';I'm a child again, Mother';). As for the prediction, it could be either his fading hope, or the fading or his relationship with you, or both. But it is definitely not suicidal. Otherwise it would have been something more along the lines of ';I should have never existed';, a wish, not an analogy that he never existed in your eyes (obviously you know he exists, I'm speaking of a part of him, his ';grown-up self';, which he wants you to acknowledge) With what you said about his lack of interest in church or talking to you, and your searching his room (which I'm sure he knows about), and you being ';deeply worried'; he won't listen to you; obviously you are keeping a very close eye on him and trying to be a very, very involved parent, but I must ask...
Do you realize that he feels like you are smothering him? That third poem is a plea for you to notice him, but not just to look at him and see him as your son, but to see him as a person. He is at an age where he has his own thoughts and feelings, and you have noticed yourself that he ';doesn't seem to care what you think';, but really, no matter how mad he may act with you in a moment, or how contrary he may be in some actions, he still loves you as the woman who gave him life and raised him. He just needs you to listen to him, to give his ideas a chance, and maybe to give him a little bit of freedom and trust.
Up to a certain age you get the chance with your child to give them everything you know, to guide their actions, to filter the information they receive, and to do everything in your power to shape them into a good adult. But your son is at the point where no matter what you do you do not have all that power over him anymore. No matter what you do now, he has other influences : his own thoughts and feelings. If you have any questions or want to discuss any more of the writings in detail, please e-mail me at Jean_E_S@tampabay.rr.com . Good luck!I am deeply disturbed by my son's poetry. What should I do?
writing poetry is obviously a way for him to let out his emotions and feelings - - so be thankful that he doesn't do it through other way (ie self harm, verbal abuse etc..)
he has talent btw...
but yeaah you can ask him about it but not so long ago my mum found my book of writings and when she came to me about it i got so angry that she'd read them.. she got counselling for me that did absolutely nothing - was a waste of money and time..
she didnt understand it was just a way for me to express my feelings..
so i dont know.. from your sons perpective - leave him be
from a mothers - i dont know how you think...
STOP RAMMING RELIGION DOWN HIS THROAT. He is 16, an individual with his own personal interests and beliefs. His poetry is a way to express his emotions, you should be proud of having a son in touch with his sensitive side. Why don't you like his friends - let me guess because they dress in black and listen to ';Slipknot';! He's a teenager let him be, I'm sure he will grow up to be a fine young man.
I think in you forcing Christianity on him you've pushed him over to the Goth side. Shame on you.
16 is a natural time of change, and the development of one's identity as an individual, distinct from the family unit, or internalized parental prohibitions and demands are all natural markers of this transitional phase.
Your son is just like so many other millions of young people who have all gone through a ';this is who I am now'; stage, and who have all grown up to be normal, fully functioning adults.
I would say the best you can do is lean on prayer; look for peace and aim to try not to be disapproving of your son's exploration, as he is searching for identity, (given his poetry and I can imagine his friends, I think, to some degree); the more you can tune in to where he is, the more he will recognize that you're not a figure that he should rebel against. You could also try and initiate even small periods of open dialogue (maybe at meal times, if that is still possible), where your aim is to hear him and let him know that, although you have limits, he is safe to express whatever he feels he needs to- to you.
I can imagine that your son's poetry would have struck you, even stung you. But walk with him as much as you can and communicate interest in him, even though he may not be expressing himself according to the ways in which he was raised.
All the best, and I will add you and your son to my prayer list, if that is okay.
Take this from a person his age, I ent through that same phase. His poetry is similar to what mine was and I'm sure the music that you don't approve of is something along the lines of my chemical romance? I got past this phase when i realised on my own it was lame. BUT I have friends who went through the stge with me and haven't yet gotten past it BECAUSE their parents confronted them about it and used it as a sorce of defiance. Just let it pass and it will soon go away. Hope I heped! ^-^
Well I can tell that you just like a lot of others take your christianity to far and push it on others around you. You can believe in god and not be a psycho about it. Your son is probably rebelling against that and maybe he doesnt have the same beliefs as you and you should except him for the person he is like a good christian woman should. He is going to think and act the way he wants cause he is old enough to do that now and there is no way of changing him. You just have to except him.
why are you going through his stuff? have you not heard of PRIVACY!
If you think you have problems with your son now try telling him that you went snooping through his personal writings. He chose not to share them with you for a reason. Poetry is often written when we are in some intense emotional state and not our ordinary selves. Your son's personality shows through his writings and I find nothing particularly alarming about what he wrote and I have been a Christian for 35 years. You should focus on more basic parenting and not dramatize this event. It is not a sign that he needs professional help, which he would resnt you for the rest of his life. Not everyone is into listening to rock of ages, and the fact that yuo don't like his friends shows that you are so judgmental that you can't get along with people. It's really you that has a problem. You think yuo are so much better than others because of your ideals. Well Ideals don't make the person. You are a lot worse than you know right now, but haven't yet reached a point where you realize it. That doesn't come till much later in your Christian walk. Show your son and his friends some of the grace that yuo belive in and maybe he will show you his writings himself because he will know that he won't be judged.
I would confront him, to be honest...sometimes, children want to be found out, because they want to talk about it. IT sounds like he is having sexual encounters with someone...I wouldn't accuse him of anything, but I would sit him down, and tell him you are very concerned,and to start explaining. to you.. ask it in a way, that doesn't make him not want to speak to you...but it sounds like satan is got a hold of him...so use wisdom, and love, to fight the enemy. I CAN'T BELIEVE, THAT SO MANY OF YOU, THINK THAT AT 16, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO 'INFILTRATE' HIS PRIVACY...THESE POEMS CLEARLY TELL A TROUBLED STORY. HIS MOM DOES NOT HAVE TO ATTACK HIM BUT LOVE HIM AND SHOW CONCERN HE MAY BE CRYING OUT. EVER THINK OF THAT?
This is very disturbing to me. if it were my son, I would definitely have him evaluated.
Today when I was going through his room while he was at a church youth group meeting, I unfortunately discovered a notebook full of his writings. And when I was going through his account on the computer, I discovered even more disturbing poetry.
I am very concerned by this. Why would he ever think, much less write such sinful and disturbing things, instead of glorifying God in his writings?
I am almost scared to talk to him about these things now. How should I appraoch this? Should I seek out professional help for him?
Below are some of his writings that are free of horrible profanities. Judging by these, what do you think could be wrong to be making him behave in such a way?
1:
Sweet baby brother,
A napalm sunrise in coming,
It'll burn the sun black;
Bleed the moon dry,
You'll have to leave your world behind,
You don't need all the pretty things that pull you down,
The weight of the world is merely a pawn,
Let them all drown in your newfound salvation,
If you take my hand with all the strength in your feeble limbs,
I'll promise you a safe place to call your own,
You said you want this as much as I do,
So take it and don't look back,
Children dancing among the flames,
Hand in hand as our flesh melts away,
Sing from inside when you've got nothing left,
I won't dare let you out of my sight,
Of all the nights we've spoken in dreams,
You've earned my unconditional trust,
Meet me by the shore where the silver sea shines,
Follow me to our underground city.
Bid farewell the the person the world made you,
When we are nothing we'll become pure,
2:
You speak softly in a child鈥檚 voice,
Tiny sweaty fingers trembling between my own,
The warmth of your skin repulses me,
Intimacy so genuine and soft is my greatest fear,
Please don鈥檛 stay the night,
I can鈥檛 bear to hear you breathing as you lie on my floor,
My constant glass eyes are giving me away,
I stand made of stone, only because I鈥檓 a bigger coward than you,
How could I say I needed you?
I love all that I hate, and I hate all that I love,
If I tell you that I love you,
Rest assured that tomorrow you will be a guilty memory,
I can鈥檛 break my promises anymore,
My lips are sewn shut with the hair of the last angel I shot out of the sky,
I place my hand on your throat,
The blood rushing below your pale young skin melts me,
Your innocent eyes, so wide and fixated on mine,
Unflinching and calm, I know you鈥檝e got me figured out,
3:
Sitting on the cold tile floor, trapped in a continuous headrush,
Lulled in and out of consciousness by the coffeemaker鈥檚 drip, drip, drip鈥?br>
Bug eyed and disassociated,
Just the dead person in the corner鈥?br>
I drilled a hole in my skull,
I鈥檓 a child again, Mother.
The day drags on like an eternity.
Now you鈥檙e nothing but a blur,
Marring my unfocussed vision.
Fade away, fade away, disappear鈥?br>
How are you gullible enough to believe in me?
I never existed at all.
4:
Ragdoll, with your limbs blowing in the breeze,
All brown and yellowed,
You鈥檙e growing old,
I鈥檓 growing impatient,
Descend to me,
Graceful and autumn scented,
Let me tear you apart,
Another failed attempt to dissect you,
I鈥檓 left with dirty hands and tattered threads,
In your stained glass skull,
You鈥檙e trapped inside a music box,
A broken record dream,
Dance.
Dance until your legs are no more,
You鈥檒l become the dust that dances on sunbeams,
As they crawl through my windows at dawn,
5:
Suddenly I notice the strange familiarity of the salty sea breeze,
My house is on the ocean,
It wretches and creaks with every gentle wave,
Balance beam hallways tremble beneath my hands and knees,
Attempting to purge me from the bowels of my own dream,
Through mommy and daddy鈥檚 room, I move like a ghost,
I try so hard not to be seen,
Their closed eyes still bore into me,
But are they sleeping or deceased?
My room is just a number somewhere in these infinite hallways,
I鈥檓 lost in my own world of monotony,
Even when my teeth fall out, still, I am unconcerned,
I have to meet her by the shore,
I run past the bottomless swimming pool,
Its air so thick and chlorinated,
Water filled with clich茅 laughing faces,
Elevator, take me to the river,
Somewhere amongst the sand and rocks,
By the cold brown water she is looking for me,
6:
Yes, I remember you,
In the rubble of my abondoned city,
A piecemeal angel in the fog,
I saw you last night in a sedated dream,
I held onto your cold plastic flesh,
Begging you not to leave,
Sing, please, with shattered glass vocal cords,
So I know I won't sleep ever again,
Rip your chest open and show me your clockwork entrails,
Dusty, rusted and void of a heart,
Crucify yourself above the door of our shrine,
Burn the image of your face inside my eyelids,
So I won't dare forget you ever again,
I am deeply disturbed by my son's poetry. What should I do?
Honestly, I wouldn't be worried.
At his age I also used poetry and short story writing as a way to let out and handle emotions that I didn't quite know how to express - anger, sadness, frustration with school and the cliques in it, and of course, puppy love.
Your son (who has an incredible command of the English language for his age, his imagery is so realistic that it touched all five of my senses) seems to be expressing a lot of the same things I did... of course these are my interpretations, but...
The first poem, while at a casual glance may seem ';scary'; or ';disturbing'; with its talk of napalm sunrises and melting flesh, is neither. The overall idea of the poem seems to be a rejection of earthly, material things
';You'll have to leave your world behind,
You don't need all the pretty things that pull you down,
The weight of the world is merely a pawn,
Let them all drown in your newfound salvation';
and from the beginning address to ';sweet baby brother';, and the references to other people in ';children dancing'; and the refusal to ';let you out of my sight'; it sounds like the poem is his way of saying (to himself, from a ';first person omnipotent'; point of view; or an explanation to another from his point of view) that although other people may be blinded by all the shallow, physical things around them, your son is not and has hope that others won't be too. It's a common sentiment for that age, when kids are dealing with the shallow clique-ish-ness of high school. He's saying ';look at me for who I am on the inside, not the outside, and I will show you the same respect and look at you the same way. Then we, together, will overcome the people too blind and trapped to do so.'; Overall the poem is full of hope, and although some of the imagery may seem violent, I'm sure some of the feelings that inspired him to write the poem were strong feelings, so he used strong imagery to express them.
And for another type of imagery, I'm sure the third poem would look scary at a casual glance, why it uses the word ';dead';, talks about drilling a hole in his head (and has ';mother'; right after that), and then says ';i never existed at all';. But, again, your son uses such vivid imagery and (extreme seeming - to you? - but not to him, because these emotions are strong and even stronger for a teenager, remember?), that I'd bet anything the poem means this:
Frustration.
';Sitting on the cold tile floor, trapped in a continuous headrush,
Lulled in and out of consciousness by the coffeemaker鈥檚 drip, drip, drip鈥?br>
Bug eyed and disassociated,
Just the dead person in the corner鈥?quot;
';The day drags on like an eternity.
Now you鈥檙e nothing but a blur,
Marring my unfocussed vision.';
The sterile, inanimate imagery there and there, combined with:
';I drilled a hole in my skull,
I鈥檓 a child again, Mother.';
Which is most likely a satirical claim (to childhood, obviously the drilling is again an analogy, kind of like a figurative lobotomy), followed by a prediction of something LESS dire than a cursory glance would reveal.
';Fade away, fade away, disappear鈥?br>
How are you gullible enough to believe in me?
I never existed at all.';
What he's saying in this poem seems to be partly the opposite of what the words say (the satire), and partly a plea not to let the things he's saying happen (the prediction). He feels as though you are treating him like a child (the lobotomy comparison with the drill, followed by ';I'm a child again, Mother';). As for the prediction, it could be either his fading hope, or the fading or his relationship with you, or both. But it is definitely not suicidal. Otherwise it would have been something more along the lines of ';I should have never existed';, a wish, not an analogy that he never existed in your eyes (obviously you know he exists, I'm speaking of a part of him, his ';grown-up self';, which he wants you to acknowledge) With what you said about his lack of interest in church or talking to you, and your searching his room (which I'm sure he knows about), and you being ';deeply worried'; he won't listen to you; obviously you are keeping a very close eye on him and trying to be a very, very involved parent, but I must ask...
Do you realize that he feels like you are smothering him? That third poem is a plea for you to notice him, but not just to look at him and see him as your son, but to see him as a person. He is at an age where he has his own thoughts and feelings, and you have noticed yourself that he ';doesn't seem to care what you think';, but really, no matter how mad he may act with you in a moment, or how contrary he may be in some actions, he still loves you as the woman who gave him life and raised him. He just needs you to listen to him, to give his ideas a chance, and maybe to give him a little bit of freedom and trust.
Up to a certain age you get the chance with your child to give them everything you know, to guide their actions, to filter the information they receive, and to do everything in your power to shape them into a good adult. But your son is at the point where no matter what you do you do not have all that power over him anymore. No matter what you do now, he has other influences : his own thoughts and feelings. If you have any questions or want to discuss any more of the writings in detail, please e-mail me at Jean_E_S@tampabay.rr.com . Good luck!I am deeply disturbed by my son's poetry. What should I do?
writing poetry is obviously a way for him to let out his emotions and feelings - - so be thankful that he doesn't do it through other way (ie self harm, verbal abuse etc..)
he has talent btw...
but yeaah you can ask him about it but not so long ago my mum found my book of writings and when she came to me about it i got so angry that she'd read them.. she got counselling for me that did absolutely nothing - was a waste of money and time..
she didnt understand it was just a way for me to express my feelings..
so i dont know.. from your sons perpective - leave him be
from a mothers - i dont know how you think...
STOP RAMMING RELIGION DOWN HIS THROAT. He is 16, an individual with his own personal interests and beliefs. His poetry is a way to express his emotions, you should be proud of having a son in touch with his sensitive side. Why don't you like his friends - let me guess because they dress in black and listen to ';Slipknot';! He's a teenager let him be, I'm sure he will grow up to be a fine young man.
I think in you forcing Christianity on him you've pushed him over to the Goth side. Shame on you.
16 is a natural time of change, and the development of one's identity as an individual, distinct from the family unit, or internalized parental prohibitions and demands are all natural markers of this transitional phase.
Your son is just like so many other millions of young people who have all gone through a ';this is who I am now'; stage, and who have all grown up to be normal, fully functioning adults.
I would say the best you can do is lean on prayer; look for peace and aim to try not to be disapproving of your son's exploration, as he is searching for identity, (given his poetry and I can imagine his friends, I think, to some degree); the more you can tune in to where he is, the more he will recognize that you're not a figure that he should rebel against. You could also try and initiate even small periods of open dialogue (maybe at meal times, if that is still possible), where your aim is to hear him and let him know that, although you have limits, he is safe to express whatever he feels he needs to- to you.
I can imagine that your son's poetry would have struck you, even stung you. But walk with him as much as you can and communicate interest in him, even though he may not be expressing himself according to the ways in which he was raised.
All the best, and I will add you and your son to my prayer list, if that is okay.
Take this from a person his age, I ent through that same phase. His poetry is similar to what mine was and I'm sure the music that you don't approve of is something along the lines of my chemical romance? I got past this phase when i realised on my own it was lame. BUT I have friends who went through the stge with me and haven't yet gotten past it BECAUSE their parents confronted them about it and used it as a sorce of defiance. Just let it pass and it will soon go away. Hope I heped! ^-^
Well I can tell that you just like a lot of others take your christianity to far and push it on others around you. You can believe in god and not be a psycho about it. Your son is probably rebelling against that and maybe he doesnt have the same beliefs as you and you should except him for the person he is like a good christian woman should. He is going to think and act the way he wants cause he is old enough to do that now and there is no way of changing him. You just have to except him.
why are you going through his stuff? have you not heard of PRIVACY!
If you think you have problems with your son now try telling him that you went snooping through his personal writings. He chose not to share them with you for a reason. Poetry is often written when we are in some intense emotional state and not our ordinary selves. Your son's personality shows through his writings and I find nothing particularly alarming about what he wrote and I have been a Christian for 35 years. You should focus on more basic parenting and not dramatize this event. It is not a sign that he needs professional help, which he would resnt you for the rest of his life. Not everyone is into listening to rock of ages, and the fact that yuo don't like his friends shows that you are so judgmental that you can't get along with people. It's really you that has a problem. You think yuo are so much better than others because of your ideals. Well Ideals don't make the person. You are a lot worse than you know right now, but haven't yet reached a point where you realize it. That doesn't come till much later in your Christian walk. Show your son and his friends some of the grace that yuo belive in and maybe he will show you his writings himself because he will know that he won't be judged.
I would confront him, to be honest...sometimes, children want to be found out, because they want to talk about it. IT sounds like he is having sexual encounters with someone...I wouldn't accuse him of anything, but I would sit him down, and tell him you are very concerned,and to start explaining. to you.. ask it in a way, that doesn't make him not want to speak to you...but it sounds like satan is got a hold of him...so use wisdom, and love, to fight the enemy. I CAN'T BELIEVE, THAT SO MANY OF YOU, THINK THAT AT 16, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO 'INFILTRATE' HIS PRIVACY...THESE POEMS CLEARLY TELL A TROUBLED STORY. HIS MOM DOES NOT HAVE TO ATTACK HIM BUT LOVE HIM AND SHOW CONCERN HE MAY BE CRYING OUT. EVER THINK OF THAT?
This is very disturbing to me. if it were my son, I would definitely have him evaluated.
So poem what do you think? Really, comments mean a lot!?
lol this is horrible. and I'm not just saying that. it really, truly is. I'm going to delete this question soon. I just want to know what people think. I wrote this with my eyes closed when I first woke up. It's horrible how cliche and immature I sound in this lol but so what right? it's just fast writing. so here we go.
and I don't even know what it is about you that still drives me crazy
the line between reality and fiction
is blurred beyond distinction
we're trying to hold it together
but we're sinking in this boat they made for us to drown in
your eyes they say so much
but I'm deaf and blind
can't hear you, can't see you
just lost in the seams
of the disguises we sport
dreams plagued by your monster
no thought left untouched
I can't control it anymore
I'm frightened and forgotten
how will I ever know what to do?
you're sitting there
standing there
waiting for me
so blatant it's funny but I can't see a thing
I don't know how to act
I don't know what to say
I can't think when you're around
can only hear your every sound
I don't remember until much later
and it's really getting old
two years and I'm still a slave
to this drive beyond the fold
time is wearing me thin
and memories driving me down
this game we're playing
this hole we're making
is fooling no one but ourselves
your heart beats fast
my thoughts they race
sense is forbidden
to you, to me, to the starts in between
to everything in reach
hmm yeah so this was pretty random. I just closed my eyes and didn't think of what I was writing. and oddly enough this came out. yes it's horrible, and angsty, and terribly stupid but it was fast writing so I'll keep it for a while I guess. anyways I should do this more often. it's terribly fun to read afterwords. it's interesting to see what comes out when you're not thinking and have no idea what your hands and mind are doing without your consent. and maybe this will help me to express myself more freely. maybe it'll help me to become more eloquent and with time I think it could help me develop my writing to the point that I want it to be at. so that's that I guess.
sorry for wasting like 2 minutes of your life
(no joke I really am)
but I hope it gave you a laugh and some confidence in your own writing by knowing it's better than this hah (seriously)So poem what do you think? Really, comments mean a lot!?
Sometimes, those ';let it flow'; poems are better than sitting down and laboring over it.
This one works
and I don't even know what it is about you that still drives me crazy
the line between reality and fiction
is blurred beyond distinction
we're trying to hold it together
but we're sinking in this boat they made for us to drown in
your eyes they say so much
but I'm deaf and blind
can't hear you, can't see you
just lost in the seams
of the disguises we sport
dreams plagued by your monster
no thought left untouched
I can't control it anymore
I'm frightened and forgotten
how will I ever know what to do?
you're sitting there
standing there
waiting for me
so blatant it's funny but I can't see a thing
I don't know how to act
I don't know what to say
I can't think when you're around
can only hear your every sound
I don't remember until much later
and it's really getting old
two years and I'm still a slave
to this drive beyond the fold
time is wearing me thin
and memories driving me down
this game we're playing
this hole we're making
is fooling no one but ourselves
your heart beats fast
my thoughts they race
sense is forbidden
to you, to me, to the starts in between
to everything in reach
hmm yeah so this was pretty random. I just closed my eyes and didn't think of what I was writing. and oddly enough this came out. yes it's horrible, and angsty, and terribly stupid but it was fast writing so I'll keep it for a while I guess. anyways I should do this more often. it's terribly fun to read afterwords. it's interesting to see what comes out when you're not thinking and have no idea what your hands and mind are doing without your consent. and maybe this will help me to express myself more freely. maybe it'll help me to become more eloquent and with time I think it could help me develop my writing to the point that I want it to be at. so that's that I guess.
sorry for wasting like 2 minutes of your life
(no joke I really am)
but I hope it gave you a laugh and some confidence in your own writing by knowing it's better than this hah (seriously)So poem what do you think? Really, comments mean a lot!?
Sometimes, those ';let it flow'; poems are better than sitting down and laboring over it.
This one works
TEN way of looking LOVE?
Acercarse
The furtive glance is lost,
looking fortunate to see it.
Dichosa look that arrive,
where I can not.
Perched Queda,
in the cornice of eviction.
And in the mailbox of the soul,
a letter he wrote was not,
looking for ways to get there,
in its approach to see
Enamorado
How not to levy
what they feel?
when I think, in feeling,
in each tiny breath.
And I'm to live,
completely in love,
exist in her small,
love that because of you, I have.
DESAMOR
As the house in ruins,
with its facade intact,
my life is broken
by your unexpected way.
In this painful flight
that takes my calm,
bac铆a is my home,
with its stained walls.
For the desamor losing
is our battle
Lost in that fight,
I have the confidence.
Infidelity
Look elusive, one that harms,
speaks without words, which were silent.
There is deception what you kill,
If you do not lie accurate, which ensa帽amiento.
It is not treason, on your back,
if not beyond laughter, that accompany them.
And in every corner, a stir is formed,
is not light, but the echo of the shadows,
everything is covered, that everything spot.
It is the uncertainty, so the shutdown,
is today, which will be tomorrow.
Look poaching, that everything tarnishes,
go at dawn, with infidelity thankless,
love injuring, killing hopes.
This is not the argucia created in the fabrication,
if not subtle flower, we are all fools.
VIRGIN
Who is the one that comes to my bed?
with his back wet, a refugee in my chest,
desarropado and exposed, his body lies,
to be judged by their old ancestors.
agarrate my hand and ll茅vala to your bosom,
love, prejudice is always stranger.
Temblor you sincere desire for deliveries.
Fear not my girl! , That if I love you,
loves cigars are not aware of jealousy.
Never was virgin ground for hope
No escapes by fear fear,
no matter, no first,
Because your virginity is not behind a veil,
If not in the heart, which knows no posts.
These five poems supplement the way you see your DIEZ
LOVE IS ten ways seen from the distant distance, the idleness, THE DESAMOR, LOVE ETC. There is much more secure because LOVE IS IN usually infinity and there are no words
Can be described total but hoped that at least these ten FOM taste and reflect what Some people feel Asia, and if that makes someone is identified, I would be SADICFECHO Buenos espero que lo dicho
Serve and likes someone grace
TEN way of looking LOVE PART 2.
LEJANIA
Far left your house, the silence,
enough in the remoteness of Musti regret.
Far left everything to the memory,
against walls of water I face.
Far, dies sad encouragement,
design of the sea and strong wind.
In a bottle, photos and a letter,
they move away into a long walk, the feeling.
And in the deep litany of a siren,
alien and his sweet singing, reveals,
how far your house is, between wanting to and encounter.
The loss
Now that you are not,
I can tell you a secret,
that cold marble tombs,
looking for my soul his bed.
Now that you are leaving,
my poor loneliness, I disagree,
then at night be my thirst,
Echarte less power.
Now that I faults,
I try to find you in heaven
and in this bed, a silhouette lost,
where I seek your body today.
Old
Long and sweet way,
we have travelled,
is behind the plan,
how much learned.
Live and in your eyes,
marchitos of eyelids,
path of your hand
in the short retreat
Sigh long-cherished,
a common destiny.
Regulated, hence,
that the time has come together.
Gone are the cries,
of the children and grandchildren,
desvelos nights,
echoes killed,
this trail by myself,
Your arm, today walked.
YOUTH
The words in the letter,
invade, between the lines,
looking in hope,
sentiment and idleness.
We slide down the edges,
of the leg of a chair,
want to get in order,
to place it receives.
Across the courtyard,
is, the girl of my life.
Rauda word arrives,
you do not leave the row,
No words, with the rush,
manche all the ink.
On his desk is located,
the note sent by stealth,
to open it, a slight smile,
on his face, reflected.
Imprisoned, and remain,
the words, confined,
the role of the note,
its sweet and lonely eyes.
SENSUAL
Like a row of ants,
It was moving my kisses,
in tonight poaching,
looking for your whole body.
And lost in the lagoon,
between your navel and your breasts,
found, these departures,
Asia to address your neck.
In your neck, nest,
kissing that is why I leave,
and prohibited words,
that you heard your story.
Caressed my hand,
kills your hair,
Leaning on your back,
my finger slips,
bone between your column,
lost the desire,
Your face soaked,
I drink a drop,
entangled with the language,
in caresses and affection.TEN way of looking LOVE?
Esto est谩 escrito en ingl茅s?S铆?He acertado?ja ja,que lista que soy...TEN way of looking LOVE?
no comment
Okay.
The furtive glance is lost,
looking fortunate to see it.
Dichosa look that arrive,
where I can not.
Perched Queda,
in the cornice of eviction.
And in the mailbox of the soul,
a letter he wrote was not,
looking for ways to get there,
in its approach to see
Enamorado
How not to levy
what they feel?
when I think, in feeling,
in each tiny breath.
And I'm to live,
completely in love,
exist in her small,
love that because of you, I have.
DESAMOR
As the house in ruins,
with its facade intact,
my life is broken
by your unexpected way.
In this painful flight
that takes my calm,
bac铆a is my home,
with its stained walls.
For the desamor losing
is our battle
Lost in that fight,
I have the confidence.
Infidelity
Look elusive, one that harms,
speaks without words, which were silent.
There is deception what you kill,
If you do not lie accurate, which ensa帽amiento.
It is not treason, on your back,
if not beyond laughter, that accompany them.
And in every corner, a stir is formed,
is not light, but the echo of the shadows,
everything is covered, that everything spot.
It is the uncertainty, so the shutdown,
is today, which will be tomorrow.
Look poaching, that everything tarnishes,
go at dawn, with infidelity thankless,
love injuring, killing hopes.
This is not the argucia created in the fabrication,
if not subtle flower, we are all fools.
VIRGIN
Who is the one that comes to my bed?
with his back wet, a refugee in my chest,
desarropado and exposed, his body lies,
to be judged by their old ancestors.
agarrate my hand and ll茅vala to your bosom,
love, prejudice is always stranger.
Temblor you sincere desire for deliveries.
Fear not my girl! , That if I love you,
loves cigars are not aware of jealousy.
Never was virgin ground for hope
No escapes by fear fear,
no matter, no first,
Because your virginity is not behind a veil,
If not in the heart, which knows no posts.
These five poems supplement the way you see your DIEZ
LOVE IS ten ways seen from the distant distance, the idleness, THE DESAMOR, LOVE ETC. There is much more secure because LOVE IS IN usually infinity and there are no words
Can be described total but hoped that at least these ten FOM taste and reflect what Some people feel Asia, and if that makes someone is identified, I would be SADICFECHO Buenos espero que lo dicho
Serve and likes someone grace
TEN way of looking LOVE PART 2.
LEJANIA
Far left your house, the silence,
enough in the remoteness of Musti regret.
Far left everything to the memory,
against walls of water I face.
Far, dies sad encouragement,
design of the sea and strong wind.
In a bottle, photos and a letter,
they move away into a long walk, the feeling.
And in the deep litany of a siren,
alien and his sweet singing, reveals,
how far your house is, between wanting to and encounter.
The loss
Now that you are not,
I can tell you a secret,
that cold marble tombs,
looking for my soul his bed.
Now that you are leaving,
my poor loneliness, I disagree,
then at night be my thirst,
Echarte less power.
Now that I faults,
I try to find you in heaven
and in this bed, a silhouette lost,
where I seek your body today.
Old
Long and sweet way,
we have travelled,
is behind the plan,
how much learned.
Live and in your eyes,
marchitos of eyelids,
path of your hand
in the short retreat
Sigh long-cherished,
a common destiny.
Regulated, hence,
that the time has come together.
Gone are the cries,
of the children and grandchildren,
desvelos nights,
echoes killed,
this trail by myself,
Your arm, today walked.
YOUTH
The words in the letter,
invade, between the lines,
looking in hope,
sentiment and idleness.
We slide down the edges,
of the leg of a chair,
want to get in order,
to place it receives.
Across the courtyard,
is, the girl of my life.
Rauda word arrives,
you do not leave the row,
No words, with the rush,
manche all the ink.
On his desk is located,
the note sent by stealth,
to open it, a slight smile,
on his face, reflected.
Imprisoned, and remain,
the words, confined,
the role of the note,
its sweet and lonely eyes.
SENSUAL
Like a row of ants,
It was moving my kisses,
in tonight poaching,
looking for your whole body.
And lost in the lagoon,
between your navel and your breasts,
found, these departures,
Asia to address your neck.
In your neck, nest,
kissing that is why I leave,
and prohibited words,
that you heard your story.
Caressed my hand,
kills your hair,
Leaning on your back,
my finger slips,
bone between your column,
lost the desire,
Your face soaked,
I drink a drop,
entangled with the language,
in caresses and affection.TEN way of looking LOVE?
Esto est谩 escrito en ingl茅s?S铆?He acertado?ja ja,que lista que soy...TEN way of looking LOVE?
no comment
Okay.
Confused....what is your opinion and how long should I wait?
I'm looking to move and have been looking for employment in the area I'm interested in relocating to. I'm currently employed and have scoped out 3 places for potential employment. I've been to two for an interview (4 hours away). The first one was definitely not an atmosphere I wanted to work in. The other went great, I met everyone who would be my colleagues....I did what we all do, sent a follow-up letter, received an e-mail from the GM that they will commit to having a spot open for me (come January) in either one of the two departments. Okay.....without making this to long. My last e-mail (last Thursday) I received was confirmation that a proposal will be written up outlining my starting salary, benefits etc. So, Monday morning rolls around and the human resource mgr. says she was calling to setup a phone interview.??? At this point I'm really confused. I met all the managers and went through an interview process with each one face to face. Okay, I figure she has me confused with someone else. So, on my lunch break I went home for this phone interview. They call and this person is asking me standard questions....why do you want to work here, etc. They didn't ask me one question about my qualifications, experience....so I was so confused and ended up asking the person some questions about certain programs and they were VERY vague and never gave me a straight answer. The end of the call was, ';Okay, you'll hear from me in a couple of days.';
Well.....I'm confused and completely turned off. It has now been two days and still no word. I'm so tempted to e-mail the GM and recap on what's happened and pretty much say, ';Thanks, but no thanks.'; It's as if the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing.
Should I wait it out a bit longer and if so, how long? Has this happened to anyone or would you say this is unprofessional??? Thanks.Confused....what is your opinion and how long should I wait?
They sound rude frankly. If this is how their HR is, it usually is a reflection upon the whole company.
Just call them tomorrow morning, don't email this time, call them and say: Hi, okay so last Thursday I got a confirmation email that there was going to be a proposal and someone this monday called me asking me why i wanted to work there?
Is that an additional interview? I'm really confused. Can you please tell me what is going on?';
Maybe they did mix you up with someone else or maybe their just jerks and usually if one hand of the company is full of jerks then mostly the whole company will be. Don't accept the job offer just yet. If they keep giving you the run around tomorrow then just tell them no thanks.Confused....what is your opinion and how long should I wait?
It was probably a mix-up. I would wait til Monday and if you still haven't heard anything, then send another email asking what happened and where you should precede, but this is no time to be throwing away jobs. This economy is too bad to pass up an opportunity for what might have been a minor mix-up.
I honestly think they had you confused with another candidate. It happens. I would call back and talk to them.hair cutting hair straightener
Well.....I'm confused and completely turned off. It has now been two days and still no word. I'm so tempted to e-mail the GM and recap on what's happened and pretty much say, ';Thanks, but no thanks.'; It's as if the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing.
Should I wait it out a bit longer and if so, how long? Has this happened to anyone or would you say this is unprofessional??? Thanks.Confused....what is your opinion and how long should I wait?
They sound rude frankly. If this is how their HR is, it usually is a reflection upon the whole company.
Just call them tomorrow morning, don't email this time, call them and say: Hi, okay so last Thursday I got a confirmation email that there was going to be a proposal and someone this monday called me asking me why i wanted to work there?
Is that an additional interview? I'm really confused. Can you please tell me what is going on?';
Maybe they did mix you up with someone else or maybe their just jerks and usually if one hand of the company is full of jerks then mostly the whole company will be. Don't accept the job offer just yet. If they keep giving you the run around tomorrow then just tell them no thanks.Confused....what is your opinion and how long should I wait?
It was probably a mix-up. I would wait til Monday and if you still haven't heard anything, then send another email asking what happened and where you should precede, but this is no time to be throwing away jobs. This economy is too bad to pass up an opportunity for what might have been a minor mix-up.
I honestly think they had you confused with another candidate. It happens. I would call back and talk to them.
Survey: For those with crushes they've never spoken to.?
How many fingers on your right or left hand (Choose one, not both) have cuts or bites?
What is the current number of songs on your computer?
What is your favorite fruit?
What is your second-favorite of the following: Wombat and Kangaroo.
How many dreams can you remember?
Pick a memory. What is it?
Do you bite your fingers?
What is the name of your crush? (First name only, celebrities excluded)
Who is your favorite cartoonist?
Can you predict what will happen in ten seconds? Pick two things and say what they are (and if they happened ten seconds after).
Think of something funny. Without writing it down, list five people you would share it with and share it. (This field should be a blank space when you're done)
What is your favorite genre?
How many Questions have you asked in all?
How many were deleted against your wishes?
Do you shower in the dark, or with a light on?
Memorize a phrase (type it here) and use it as an answer to the next question (not on this survey).
My answers are:
2
787
Peaches.
Kangaroo.
About 12.
Standing outside in the rain.
Yes.
Molly.
Bill Watterson
This song will end, I will click Continue. No, it didn't happen.
[blank space]
Alternative.
48
2
Dark.
Of the Northern Lands.Survey: For those with crushes they've never spoken to.?
How many fingers on your right or left hand (Choose one, not both) have cuts or bites? ALL
What is the current number of songs on your computer? 548
What is your favorite fruit? BANANA
What is your second-favorite of the following: Wombat and Kangaroo. WOMBAT
How many dreams can you remember? MOSTLY ALL OF THEM
Pick a memory. What is it? A PARTY I WENT 2 WITH SOME FRIENDS
Do you bite your fingers? YEAH, WHEN I'M MAD
What is the name of your crush? (First name only, celebrities excluded) DAVID
Who is your favorite cartoonist? NOT SURE
Can you predict what will happen in ten seconds? Pick two things and say what they are (and if they happened ten seconds after). I'M GOING TO SUBMIT THIS QUESTION, AND I'M GOING TO GET 2 POINTS.
Think of something funny. Without writing it down, list five people you would share it with and share it. (This field should be a blank space when you're done)
What is your favorite genre? POP
How many Questions have you asked in all? NOT SURE
How many were deleted against your wishes? NONE
Do you shower in the dark, or with a light on? LIGHT ON
Memorize a phrase (type it here) and use it as an answer to the next question (not on this survey). Survey: For those with crushes they've never spoken to.?
i'm not sure if i have a crush...i want to like her but she is not my type...
this is gonna take a while
2
over 1.5k of legally bought music
strawberries
kangaroo
6
trip to montreal
not really
too many to name
matt greoning
nope
metal
lots
none
light on
ok...
1.none
2. 1247
3. Banana
4. Wombat
5. a good few
6. holiday in florida
7. sometimes
8. anon
9. matt groening
10. someone will talk to me on msn,this song will end. first part happened not the second.
11.
12. music or movie? music: classic rock movie: adventure
13.bout 12
14.none
15.light on
16. Black ice on the train.
How many fingers on your right or left hand (Choose one, not both) have cuts or bites? 1 ON THE right
What is the current number of songs on your computer? wow a lot
What is your favorite fruit? apple
What is your second-favorite of the following: Wombat and Kangaroo. wombat
How many dreams can you remember? most of them
Pick a memory. What is it? last night i went to a party with friends and my pant fell down (thank goodness it was a dream)
Do you bite your fingers? not really
What is the name of your crush? (First name only, celebrities excluded) Jamze (yeah with a z)
Who is your favorite cartoonist? idk
Can you predict what will happen in ten seconds? Pick two things and say what they are (and if they happened ten seconds after). i will be watching tv and answering this question (haha i was right)
Think of something funny. Without writing it down, list five people you would share it with and share it. (This field should be a blank space when you're done) ummm idk any five ppl on this pg
What is your favorite genre? idk
How many Questions have you asked in all? i have no clue
How many were deleted against your wishes?.....
Do you shower in the dark, or with a light on? the light on.....
Memorize a phrase (a picture is worth a thousand words) and use it as an answer to the next question
1 - right forefingers.
iTunes said 3777.
water melon x)
Wombat
Not many
Saw Joel Madden live :D
sometimes, when im bored.. haha
Nici D:
Seth MacFarlane?
i will breath.. happened.
i will change the tv channel.. happened.
Electronica / Rock / Screamo...
44..
12 I guess..
Actually with light on, but darks also cool.
Uhmm...
*2
*653+
*Honey Dew
*Wombat
*About 8
*Being diagnosed with type 1 Diabetes at age 10
*Matt
*Walt Disney
*I will keep breathing and typing... I was right :-)
*My chemistry teacher used an example and claimed that some kid in our class farted and he explained how it would permeate the room. I would probably tell the friends that have also had this teacher. [I didn't write it, silly! I typed it!! haha]
*Comedy
*25
*0
*With the light on, but the blinds and window closed
*';Believe in yourself, right from the start. Believe in the magic that's inside your heart. Believe what you see, not what life told you to.';
What is the current number of songs on your computer?
What is your favorite fruit?
What is your second-favorite of the following: Wombat and Kangaroo.
How many dreams can you remember?
Pick a memory. What is it?
Do you bite your fingers?
What is the name of your crush? (First name only, celebrities excluded)
Who is your favorite cartoonist?
Can you predict what will happen in ten seconds? Pick two things and say what they are (and if they happened ten seconds after).
Think of something funny. Without writing it down, list five people you would share it with and share it. (This field should be a blank space when you're done)
What is your favorite genre?
How many Questions have you asked in all?
How many were deleted against your wishes?
Do you shower in the dark, or with a light on?
Memorize a phrase (type it here) and use it as an answer to the next question (not on this survey).
My answers are:
2
787
Peaches.
Kangaroo.
About 12.
Standing outside in the rain.
Yes.
Molly.
Bill Watterson
This song will end, I will click Continue. No, it didn't happen.
[blank space]
Alternative.
48
2
Dark.
Of the Northern Lands.Survey: For those with crushes they've never spoken to.?
How many fingers on your right or left hand (Choose one, not both) have cuts or bites? ALL
What is the current number of songs on your computer? 548
What is your favorite fruit? BANANA
What is your second-favorite of the following: Wombat and Kangaroo. WOMBAT
How many dreams can you remember? MOSTLY ALL OF THEM
Pick a memory. What is it? A PARTY I WENT 2 WITH SOME FRIENDS
Do you bite your fingers? YEAH, WHEN I'M MAD
What is the name of your crush? (First name only, celebrities excluded) DAVID
Who is your favorite cartoonist? NOT SURE
Can you predict what will happen in ten seconds? Pick two things and say what they are (and if they happened ten seconds after). I'M GOING TO SUBMIT THIS QUESTION, AND I'M GOING TO GET 2 POINTS.
Think of something funny. Without writing it down, list five people you would share it with and share it. (This field should be a blank space when you're done)
What is your favorite genre? POP
How many Questions have you asked in all? NOT SURE
How many were deleted against your wishes? NONE
Do you shower in the dark, or with a light on? LIGHT ON
Memorize a phrase (type it here) and use it as an answer to the next question (not on this survey). Survey: For those with crushes they've never spoken to.?
i'm not sure if i have a crush...i want to like her but she is not my type...
this is gonna take a while
2
over 1.5k of legally bought music
strawberries
kangaroo
6
trip to montreal
not really
too many to name
matt greoning
nope
metal
lots
none
light on
ok...
1.none
2. 1247
3. Banana
4. Wombat
5. a good few
6. holiday in florida
7. sometimes
8. anon
9. matt groening
10. someone will talk to me on msn,this song will end. first part happened not the second.
11.
12. music or movie? music: classic rock movie: adventure
13.bout 12
14.none
15.light on
16. Black ice on the train.
How many fingers on your right or left hand (Choose one, not both) have cuts or bites? 1 ON THE right
What is the current number of songs on your computer? wow a lot
What is your favorite fruit? apple
What is your second-favorite of the following: Wombat and Kangaroo. wombat
How many dreams can you remember? most of them
Pick a memory. What is it? last night i went to a party with friends and my pant fell down (thank goodness it was a dream)
Do you bite your fingers? not really
What is the name of your crush? (First name only, celebrities excluded) Jamze (yeah with a z)
Who is your favorite cartoonist? idk
Can you predict what will happen in ten seconds? Pick two things and say what they are (and if they happened ten seconds after). i will be watching tv and answering this question (haha i was right)
Think of something funny. Without writing it down, list five people you would share it with and share it. (This field should be a blank space when you're done) ummm idk any five ppl on this pg
What is your favorite genre? idk
How many Questions have you asked in all? i have no clue
How many were deleted against your wishes?.....
Do you shower in the dark, or with a light on? the light on.....
Memorize a phrase (a picture is worth a thousand words) and use it as an answer to the next question
1 - right forefingers.
iTunes said 3777.
water melon x)
Wombat
Not many
Saw Joel Madden live :D
sometimes, when im bored.. haha
Nici D:
Seth MacFarlane?
i will breath.. happened.
i will change the tv channel.. happened.
Electronica / Rock / Screamo...
44..
12 I guess..
Actually with light on, but darks also cool.
Uhmm...
*2
*653+
*Honey Dew
*Wombat
*About 8
*Being diagnosed with type 1 Diabetes at age 10
*Matt
*Walt Disney
*I will keep breathing and typing... I was right :-)
*My chemistry teacher used an example and claimed that some kid in our class farted and he explained how it would permeate the room. I would probably tell the friends that have also had this teacher. [I didn't write it, silly! I typed it!! haha]
*Comedy
*25
*0
*With the light on, but the blinds and window closed
*';Believe in yourself, right from the start. Believe in the magic that's inside your heart. Believe what you see, not what life told you to.';
I'm trying to write a song as my ex-bf said he will provide the backing music... are the lyrics any good?
(based on a true life story- heart broken)
So much left that I鈥檝e wanted to say,
So much left that we鈥檝e wanted to save,
But it鈥檚 time to say goodbye,
Now I know your never gonna change.
-
Is this where our love eventually dies?
Exhausted and bruised by all your lies.
Take down the defence and put my life in your hands,
To be broken down again is more than I can stand.
-
I tried and I tried to hide the pain,
Yet it all came crashing down on my heart again.
-
Mistaken thoughts in my head said your were the one,
My heart beated the same tune; the same song,
It鈥檚 clear now we were just killing time till something else came along,
Yet our hearts sang the same song.
-
How was I to know our love would never survive?
We wouldn鈥檛 prove them wrong and stand the test of time.
Now when I look at the stars, I have to just wish for you,
That the pain will fade and the wish鈥檒l come true.
-
So as the bruises fade, the scars always stay,
As part of me leaves, part of me stays,
Forever in our own secret place, with our own special ways,
Where the sun never sets on the day.
-
I tried and I tried to hide the pain, yet it all came crashing down on my heart again.
-
Mistaken thoughts in my head said your were the one,
My heart beated the same tune; the same song,
It鈥檚 clear now we were just killing time till something else came along,
Yet our hearts sang the same song.
Maybe your heart just changed.I'm trying to write a song as my ex-bf said he will provide the backing music... are the lyrics any good?
Omg, that's pretty awesome!! But have you copyrighted your lyrics? Otherwise some one by now would have stolen it and copyrighted it as their owns and most probably sold it off later for a quick buck!I'm trying to write a song as my ex-bf said he will provide the backing music... are the lyrics any good?
yeh they are copyrighted ;)
There really good lyrics i think with the backing music they would be great and some added effects.Luv charley x
So much left that I鈥檝e wanted to say,
So much left that we鈥檝e wanted to save,
But it鈥檚 time to say goodbye,
Now I know your never gonna change.
-
Is this where our love eventually dies?
Exhausted and bruised by all your lies.
Take down the defence and put my life in your hands,
To be broken down again is more than I can stand.
-
I tried and I tried to hide the pain,
Yet it all came crashing down on my heart again.
-
Mistaken thoughts in my head said your were the one,
My heart beated the same tune; the same song,
It鈥檚 clear now we were just killing time till something else came along,
Yet our hearts sang the same song.
-
How was I to know our love would never survive?
We wouldn鈥檛 prove them wrong and stand the test of time.
Now when I look at the stars, I have to just wish for you,
That the pain will fade and the wish鈥檒l come true.
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So as the bruises fade, the scars always stay,
As part of me leaves, part of me stays,
Forever in our own secret place, with our own special ways,
Where the sun never sets on the day.
-
I tried and I tried to hide the pain, yet it all came crashing down on my heart again.
-
Mistaken thoughts in my head said your were the one,
My heart beated the same tune; the same song,
It鈥檚 clear now we were just killing time till something else came along,
Yet our hearts sang the same song.
Maybe your heart just changed.I'm trying to write a song as my ex-bf said he will provide the backing music... are the lyrics any good?
Omg, that's pretty awesome!! But have you copyrighted your lyrics? Otherwise some one by now would have stolen it and copyrighted it as their owns and most probably sold it off later for a quick buck!I'm trying to write a song as my ex-bf said he will provide the backing music... are the lyrics any good?
yeh they are copyrighted ;)
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There really good lyrics i think with the backing music they would be great and some added effects.Luv charley x
I want to become ambidextrous...Are there any side effects to the brain?
I'm right handed and trying to learn how to write with my left. As I understand, this will make you use a different part of your brain (and perhaps even make me use more of it ; - )
But I've also heard it can impact your brains processing and thus motor skills. Does anyone know if there are any consequences to learning to become ambidextrous?I want to become ambidextrous...Are there any side effects to the brain?
people are silly when it comes to the brain...
training yourself is nothing more than teaching yourself a skill... two handed typing is working with both hands... it's not doing nothing to the brain, your body accepts new skills it's the way we are made... so if you could learn to write with both hands you simply have taught yourself a new skill...
we teach dogs to sit shake a paw and roll over the same way.
But I've also heard it can impact your brains processing and thus motor skills. Does anyone know if there are any consequences to learning to become ambidextrous?I want to become ambidextrous...Are there any side effects to the brain?
people are silly when it comes to the brain...
training yourself is nothing more than teaching yourself a skill... two handed typing is working with both hands... it's not doing nothing to the brain, your body accepts new skills it's the way we are made... so if you could learn to write with both hands you simply have taught yourself a new skill...
we teach dogs to sit shake a paw and roll over the same way.
Read this if you love your mom?
When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by yelling at her and telling her its the wrong kind.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old she drove you all day,
from soccer to football to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by not writing a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked..
When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night..
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country..
When you were 50, she fell and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
If you love your MOM, share this with others and make sure your mom is happy when you sleep tonight.
If you don't... then u obviously don't care if your mom dies.Read this if you love your mom?
I didn't do half of those things, but I get your point lol
Thanks for sharing.Read this if you love your mom?
Okay, chain mail or not, half of those held true for me. :)
So, thanks anyway, I don't care if it was spam.
beautiful
awwww i've read that before but thats sad =(
being a mother i can relate to this and of course being a daughter lol. i liked it.
Dude..
everyone love their Mums..
In Different Way..
In the way That Allah(S.W.T)..
Know Best..
aww :(
BULLSH*T
And your QUESTION is?
What is this trying to prove?
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old she drove you all day,
from soccer to football to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by not writing a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked..
When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night..
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country..
When you were 50, she fell and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
If you love your MOM, share this with others and make sure your mom is happy when you sleep tonight.
If you don't... then u obviously don't care if your mom dies.Read this if you love your mom?
I didn't do half of those things, but I get your point lol
Thanks for sharing.Read this if you love your mom?
Okay, chain mail or not, half of those held true for me. :)
So, thanks anyway, I don't care if it was spam.
beautiful
awwww i've read that before but thats sad =(
being a mother i can relate to this and of course being a daughter lol. i liked it.
Dude..
everyone love their Mums..
In Different Way..
In the way That Allah(S.W.T)..
Know Best..
aww :(
BULLSH*T
And your QUESTION is?
What is this trying to prove?
I am writing an informative speech on homelessness...?
Here is my introduction. I am trying to have an emotional connection with the audience. I want their hearts to go out to me as I read this.
';I am your average 18 year-old girl who has a roof over her head, a great family, awesome friends, food, clothes, and many more things to be thankful for. Now raise your hand if you think this is pretty normal. Alright, let鈥檚 change it up now. Hypothetically, let鈥檚 just say I lost my job. For no apparent reason. I was able to sell my car, which helped me survive a couple months in my apartment. I started walking everywhere I went. Then I went crazy all of a sudden. That eventually caused my landlord not able to stand my constant screaming and wailing at the top of my lungs, crying out for whatever I had left. Lost the apartment. Scoured for jobs. No one would take me. I then became severely depressed. Tired. Sick. I had absolutely no where to go. My parents wouldn鈥檛 take me back in. I had lost all communication with those I used to call my friends. My soul now lies here on the street, crying out to anyone who could hear me. People ignored my hand-written signs for help. Just walked right passed me. I became invisible. A ghost. I worked so hard to get where I was at. Then poof. Done. My life had disintegrated as quickly as you put flame to a paper. I felt alone. Scared. Knowing that for every second I lived, it became that miracle second that I was just happy to be alive, even though I was suffering. I felt as though I had nothing else to live for. Now how many of you think this is normal? How many of you want to reach out to me?';
No, of course it's not true. But please tell me what you think. And I'm wondering if I need to revise the last question? Again, I want them to want to reach out to the homeless version of me. What do you guys think?I am writing an informative speech on homelessness...?
It's good, except for two things...
Don't say ';awesome,'; in it, say something like, ';fantastic/wonderful';
...also, don't say screaming and wailing and ';going crazy suddenly,'; maybe just say, the money from the car ran out and you were evicted? That way, the story doesn't change and it's more believable.I am writing an informative speech on homelessness...?
Honestly... I'm going to get you on this.
Although your speech was touching and affected my heart, it was not accurate. In today's world, being homeless is a ';normal'; thing. Think about it, we, the US, are the wealthiest and a nation of plenty... YET, we have the most homeless people and do nothing for them. It's not strange to walk down the street and see people begging for money. We see this each day of our life and it appears to be perfectly fine. Also, you may not know it... but I guarantee you that a good percentage of the kids who go to school with you have no place to lay their head. They may not seem that way, but it's true. To me, it's more weird to have a family that consists of a mother and a father than just one parent. The fact that you have a great family, good friends, food on the table, a place to lay your head, and clothes on your back... is not luck. It's an honor, a priviledge. Many of us are not fortunate. And if one were to become without a home, the streets become your home... and you should make the very best of it. The fact that you are still alive to see the next day is what matters... not because you have material posessions.
';I am your average 18 year-old girl who has a roof over her head, a great family, awesome friends, food, clothes, and many more things to be thankful for. Now raise your hand if you think this is pretty normal. Alright, let鈥檚 change it up now. Hypothetically, let鈥檚 just say I lost my job. For no apparent reason. I was able to sell my car, which helped me survive a couple months in my apartment. I started walking everywhere I went. Then I went crazy all of a sudden. That eventually caused my landlord not able to stand my constant screaming and wailing at the top of my lungs, crying out for whatever I had left. Lost the apartment. Scoured for jobs. No one would take me. I then became severely depressed. Tired. Sick. I had absolutely no where to go. My parents wouldn鈥檛 take me back in. I had lost all communication with those I used to call my friends. My soul now lies here on the street, crying out to anyone who could hear me. People ignored my hand-written signs for help. Just walked right passed me. I became invisible. A ghost. I worked so hard to get where I was at. Then poof. Done. My life had disintegrated as quickly as you put flame to a paper. I felt alone. Scared. Knowing that for every second I lived, it became that miracle second that I was just happy to be alive, even though I was suffering. I felt as though I had nothing else to live for. Now how many of you think this is normal? How many of you want to reach out to me?';
No, of course it's not true. But please tell me what you think. And I'm wondering if I need to revise the last question? Again, I want them to want to reach out to the homeless version of me. What do you guys think?I am writing an informative speech on homelessness...?
It's good, except for two things...
Don't say ';awesome,'; in it, say something like, ';fantastic/wonderful';
...also, don't say screaming and wailing and ';going crazy suddenly,'; maybe just say, the money from the car ran out and you were evicted? That way, the story doesn't change and it's more believable.I am writing an informative speech on homelessness...?
Honestly... I'm going to get you on this.
Although your speech was touching and affected my heart, it was not accurate. In today's world, being homeless is a ';normal'; thing. Think about it, we, the US, are the wealthiest and a nation of plenty... YET, we have the most homeless people and do nothing for them. It's not strange to walk down the street and see people begging for money. We see this each day of our life and it appears to be perfectly fine. Also, you may not know it... but I guarantee you that a good percentage of the kids who go to school with you have no place to lay their head. They may not seem that way, but it's true. To me, it's more weird to have a family that consists of a mother and a father than just one parent. The fact that you have a great family, good friends, food on the table, a place to lay your head, and clothes on your back... is not luck. It's an honor, a priviledge. Many of us are not fortunate. And if one were to become without a home, the streets become your home... and you should make the very best of it. The fact that you are still alive to see the next day is what matters... not because you have material posessions.
Poll: How many people here are south paws?
And if you are, do you find it difficult to do things with your right or are you ambidextrous? Me, I am a lefty, but didn't like left handed scissors so I taught myself right handed things. I can use right handed tools (scissors, can opener stuff like that) I learned Calligraphy right handed, can write a little right handed and play pool with both (and not behind my back) can use the mouse right handed and left (though it took a little practice) and when I broke my right hand I was amazed just how much I used it. How about you?Poll: How many people here are south paws?
I am left handed, and like many left handers I find there are many things I do with my right hand. Like you, I can only use right-handed scissors. I eat European style (fork stays in the left hand, knife is used by the right). For reasons I don't get, I throw a baseball left-handed but a frisbee right-handed, and can't use the other hand for either very well at all.
From what I've seen, this is fairly common. Pretty much every lefty I know can rattle off the tasks he or she performs right-handed. But most right-handers are exclusively right-handed.Poll: How many people here are south paws?
I'm a lefty although I do a lot of things with both hands.
I'm ambidextrous, but more righty. I throw left handed, look like an idiot throwing righty.
I'm a lefty also, I am a stronger typer with my right hand, I bat both, I arm wrestle almost equal(ha ha) I hate cutting with ';normal'; scissors, makes my hand hurt :( But I can generally do both, but sometimes when I watch sombody do something and I try and copy I do it backwards
I write and draw left-handed. Everything else I do right-handed.
My brother is exactly the opposite.hair cutting hair straightener
I am left handed, and like many left handers I find there are many things I do with my right hand. Like you, I can only use right-handed scissors. I eat European style (fork stays in the left hand, knife is used by the right). For reasons I don't get, I throw a baseball left-handed but a frisbee right-handed, and can't use the other hand for either very well at all.
From what I've seen, this is fairly common. Pretty much every lefty I know can rattle off the tasks he or she performs right-handed. But most right-handers are exclusively right-handed.Poll: How many people here are south paws?
I'm a lefty although I do a lot of things with both hands.
I'm ambidextrous, but more righty. I throw left handed, look like an idiot throwing righty.
I'm a lefty also, I am a stronger typer with my right hand, I bat both, I arm wrestle almost equal(ha ha) I hate cutting with ';normal'; scissors, makes my hand hurt :( But I can generally do both, but sometimes when I watch sombody do something and I try and copy I do it backwards
I write and draw left-handed. Everything else I do right-handed.
My brother is exactly the opposite.
Get to work and answer these??????????? One hundred questions?
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
2. Where and when were you born?
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
6. What is your occupation?
7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
8. To which social class do you belong?
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
11. What does your voice sound like?
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
13. What do you have in your pockets?
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
16. What is your earliest memory?
17. How much schooling have you had?
18. Did you enjoy school?
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
Part 3: Past Influences
29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
32. What is your greatest regret?
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
38. What is your best memory?
39. What is your worst memory?
Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions
40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
41. What is your greatest fear?
42. What are your religious views?
43. What are your political views?
44. What are your views on sex?
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Part 5: Relationships With Others
53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
60. How close are you to your family?
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Part 6: Likes And Dislikes
70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
71. What is yourGet to work and answer these??????????? One hundred questions?
You forgot to ask for the SS number (if they have one) any credit card numbers would be helpful tooGet to work and answer these??????????? One hundred questions?
HAHAHAHHAHAH I WILL LAUGH AT ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY DOES THIS :D
Maybe not!
It's not even the whole thing and it's that long!
And no i'm not going to disclose any personal details.
=P
you don't think this might be too private?
u asked so many questions
now let me ask u one
how to shut u up?
1. What is your full name?
2. Where and when were you born?
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
6. What is your occupation?
7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
8. To which social class do you belong?
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
11. What does your voice sound like?
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
13. What do you have in your pockets?
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
16. What is your earliest memory?
17. How much schooling have you had?
18. Did you enjoy school?
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
Part 3: Past Influences
29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
32. What is your greatest regret?
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
38. What is your best memory?
39. What is your worst memory?
Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions
40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
41. What is your greatest fear?
42. What are your religious views?
43. What are your political views?
44. What are your views on sex?
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Part 5: Relationships With Others
53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
60. How close are you to your family?
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Part 6: Likes And Dislikes
70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
71. What is yourGet to work and answer these??????????? One hundred questions?
You forgot to ask for the SS number (if they have one) any credit card numbers would be helpful tooGet to work and answer these??????????? One hundred questions?
HAHAHAHHAHAH I WILL LAUGH AT ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY DOES THIS :D
Maybe not!
It's not even the whole thing and it's that long!
And no i'm not going to disclose any personal details.
=P
you don't think this might be too private?
u asked so many questions
now let me ask u one
how to shut u up?
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