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beforeicouldhtink 
11:58am, November 7, 2009
They laugh with true passion
They live from the heart
Their endurance of will
Challenged from the start
Their smiles are wide
With words unrehearsed
Their love is so grand
I forget of their curse
Their innocence is true
No judgment within
With courage and hope
This battle they'll win
My heroes are children
Fighting to live
Because even in torment
They have something to give
They live from the heart
Their endurance of will
Challenged from the start
Their smiles are wide
With words unrehearsed
Their love is so grand
I forget of their curse
Their innocence is true
No judgment within
With courage and hope
This battle they'll win
My heroes are children
Fighting to live
Because even in torment
They have something to give
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This plot is utter chaos
Missing scenes, missing parts
We’ve reached our resolution
Before our story starts
The conflict and the fighting
The climax of our lives
The tragedy of our words
Scream we won’t survive
All our sadistic memories
Make us who we are
All our filthy thoughts
Won’t get us very far
We improvise the laughter
The smiles they are fake
We paint our selves a comedy
When reality we cant take
This theme of pain is horrid
The irony of our fate
This symbol of love is awful
Two hearts filled up with hate
Our simile of happiness
Like sunshine in the night
The metaphor of love
A necklace worn too tight
Our dialogue is broken
You won’t talk to me
My monologue is lost
And I’m left no soliloquy
No chance to show my feelings
No chance to make amends
Misplaced from the beginning
No chance of being friends
Your satire is discarded
Your act of chivalry
This paradox is twisted
This life reality
If these words are speaking
Then you personify them too
This love’s a flower wilting
As I am to you
This onomatopoeia
The pow when we began
Foreshadowed me an ending
I couldn’t understand
The flowers and the kisses
Disguise your hidden scheme
Your cruel and violent passion
Is worse than any dream
The hindsight of our future
Never will be shown
And our denouement
Never will be known
We can not keep from fighting
Without biting off our tongues
These words we hear are toxic
Like acid in our lungs
As I come to think
Figurative language is a lie
It’s twisting the truth
Just like you and I
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I really wish that we could talk about your world.
There are important people in your life that cause you a lot of pain and stress. It's always been apparent in your writing and in your productions. This disturbance has been around for a long time and you very definitely have the roots of Clinical Depression in your heart.
I apologize for not being for your here as much as before. Life's awfully busy and there are a lot of needs. But, you have heart and soul and a conscience that are very hard to maintain in the light of whatever troubles you.
I would love to be your friend and your therapist. You have insight and you impress me as a teen with an unfair condition of depression. I identify with that, as my depression started about age 16 if not before.
But these things stand only to make us deeper as individuals and able to see and feel the pain of others.
If we can but equip you, in your life, toward helping others...your life is going to find so much meaning. I only, in the past few years, have learned how to help others in this regard. People will respond to you and I encourage you to not allow years and years to get by you before you get the epiphany of others needs.
Truly, what Jesus said is true...that whosoever would lose his life; shall find it...because we find it in others.
i had to write these for english so let me know what you think i like them alot i think it descirbes the people VERY well
here's the first one
My Family is a Nighmare...
My family is a nightmare; that starts out as a dream.
Like a family portrait, not all is as it seems .
My father is reality slipping out of reach;
pesimistic views is all he'll ever preach.
My mother is the fear, the panic, and the rage;
never slipping up this world is her stage.
My sister is the breathing speeding up and down.
She's forever restless; her head is never bound.
My brother is the twitching, the tosses, and the turns;
always wanting back the bridges that he burns.
And I, I am the dreamer watching as it grows;
as the night is ending...and my dreams come to a close.
Like a family portrait, not all is as it seems .
My father is reality slipping out of reach;
pesimistic views is all he'll ever preach.
My mother is the fear, the panic, and the rage;
never slipping up this world is her stage.
My sister is the breathing speeding up and down.
She's forever restless; her head is never bound.
My brother is the twitching, the tosses, and the turns;
always wanting back the bridges that he burns.
And I, I am the dreamer watching as it grows;
as the night is ending...and my dreams come to a close.
here's the next one
My friends they are my writing...
My friends they are my writing jotted down in pen;
and as the years go on our stories all begin.
Ashley is the thoughts... unprdictable and unsure;
always holding back whats inside of her.
Melissa is the reason... the feeling in my heart;
if it werent for her im sure life would fall apart.
Warren is my writting .... neat but sloppy too;
and if im ever bored there's somthing we can do.
Jeremy is the meaning always there and great;
always and insperation but running somewhat late.
I, I am the writer, that has no regrets;
and with my many friends, this is as good as it gets.
and as the years go on our stories all begin.
Ashley is the thoughts... unprdictable and unsure;
always holding back whats inside of her.
Melissa is the reason... the feeling in my heart;
if it werent for her im sure life would fall apart.
Warren is my writting .... neat but sloppy too;
and if im ever bored there's somthing we can do.
Jeremy is the meaning always there and great;
always and insperation but running somewhat late.
I, I am the writer, that has no regrets;
and with my many friends, this is as good as it gets.
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Not bad. I definitely like them. ^_^
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Goal Updated
This is absolutely true.
Children are our heritage; we must never cease being children...at any age.
We are all somebody's child.
Great work, great thought.
Tigerpaws
Completely awesome...I love it. Feels so pure and true and hopeful and great. Very cool, thanks for sharing.
LoveSinger