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I Am Sorry to Inform You - Atlantic Online (blog)
Strictly speaking, I am not impersonating this individual, since “Joyce Carol Oates” doesn’t exist, except as an author-identification. On the spines of books shelved in certain libraries and bookstores you will ...
Read moreA Review of Kellogg's Chocolaty Pretzel Special K Bar - Associated Content
One Kellogg's Chocolaty Pretzel Special K Bar has 90 calories in it. Only 20 of those calories come from fat. One bar has 2 grams of total fat, 1.5 grams of saturated fat, 0 mg's of cholesterol, 120 mg's of ...
Read morePoetry And Ruthless Careerism: How To Become The Most Famous Poet In America Overnight - Huffingtonpost.com
[Editor's note: This talk was originally delivered in slightly different form at the St. Mark's Poetry Project on January 25, 2010.] Let's just begin by saying that there are more poets than ever before in the history of ...
Read moreCrash Causes Hour-Long Commute on I-94 - Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
Aug. 9, 2010 7:40 a.m. | MILWAUKEE - A crash on I-94 westbound in Waukesha County caused delays of up to an hour for drivers heading there from downtown Milwaukee. Authorities had to close all three lanes of I ...
Read moreLarry Dablemont: As long as I catch some fish, then things is goin’ fine - Joplin Globe
JOPLIN, Mo. — “The heat we’ve been a havin’ ain’t necessarily pleasin’, but there ain’t no snow in the tomato patch, and there ain’t nobody freezin’. “It’s only in the 90’s, and the fishin’s ...
Read morePraise for a poem's ability to move bodies, souls toward peaceful connection - Daily Hampshire Gazette
EASTHAMPTON -- As a teacher and practitioner of poetry and movement arts, I continue to notice that creative engagement of all kinds supports and encourages children in learning about respect, listening ...
Read moreHair Power – Skin Revolution: A Collection of Poems and Personal Essays by Black and Mixed-Race ... - EURweb
“I can honestly say I have a passion for language… I enjoy writing and editing, and I write every day… The purpose of this collection is to offer the creative expressions of 48 black and mixed-race women writers ...
Read moreA look back at Katrina in poems and pictures - Asu News
For 35 years, James Davidson lived peacefully and painted landscapes and skyscapes in New Orleans. Then the disruption, devastation – and despair – came in the form of Hurricane Katrina. The powerful storm ...
Read moreFringe 2010: Fringe-For-All #2—A big bunch of liars you knew I'd like - Twin Cities Planet
Another twofer out of the second Fringe-For-All it should surprise no one that I'm a big fan of... We kick off this two-for-one deal with... "Two truths and a lie each. You help decide whose pants are on fire as previous ...
Read moreIndependance Day Special: Why Sachin Tendulkar should be the youth Icon - Mynews India
Happy Independence Day to All the Indians in Each & every part of the world. Independence Day is the day to celebrate the freedom, this is the day to salute our soldiers who are protecting our country & who gave away ...
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Open Question: does this poem sound good?
Cut the strings off the balloons. Let them soar into the sky They are free The wind carries then off To their own journey A child runs in the sprinklers The fresh cut green grass pokes her toes She looks up and sees a lonely balloon Floating in the winds current Higher and higher Far away from where it started A little boy sits in the back seat of a car His sleepy eyes fallow a red balloon The wind pushes it high in the sky Higher and higher No longer visible, the boy closes his eyes and dreams of the balloon The wind guides them to their destination Each one unique, but special Not one balloon landed in the same spot Some went far Others got lost But they all took off They all flew And they all died suggestions.. I am not good at writing, but for class we have to write a poem moreOpen Question: How does this "I Am" poem sound?
I am in 7th grade, Honors Language Arts, and we need to write an "I Am" poem. Can you please tell me how mine sounds? It has to be pretty good because I'm in the honors class and they expect a lot from us... Well, here it is: I am a talkative girl who loves puppies. I wonder if I will live to the age of one hundred. I hear the waves of the ocean on a sunny day. I see the good in all people. I want wings so I can fly away. I am a talkative girl who loves puppies. I pretend that you aren’t there. I feel the sky crashing down on me when I get in trouble. I touch every star in the night’s sky. I worry about losing someone special to me. I cry when I’m upset of something goes wrong. I am a talkative girl who loves puppies. I understand that not everyone in life is nice. I say I’m sorry only when I truly mean it. I dream about someday living in a world without hatred. I try to succeed in life. I hope I can live life to the fullest and die with no regrets. I am a talkative girl who loves puppies. moreOpen Question: Something I wrote, what do you think?
So here I sit waiting, wondering what will come, with many thoughts of mine running through my head. My best friend and love is having a difficult time, yet there is nothing I can do but try to go to bed. I lay awake quite late, thinking of possibilities, but not being sure what to do makes it that much tougher, So I will wait until this sunday when she comes back home, I hope she stays with me, my arms for her cover. Writing helps but is never like talking to her, yet she is so distant that I can not say a word. I never thought I would loose her but now am quite scared, because I once thought she would be my love bird. We have great memories from multiple ocasions, I would not take them back, not even for a second. But she thinks she has changed while being in dallas, her thoughts and character, might even say I reckon. I still think deep down her values have stayed the same, and have never seen someone care so much about another. She needs to get out and have some fun without worrying about me, I just wish I wasnt a burden and we could go out with each other. I want her to go out and do not hold it against her, but when I miss the girl I love the attraction becomes more strong. So I react in a selfish way and drive her from me completely, I never thought that too much love would be something so wrong. You see she is a special girl regardless of our relationship, I only wanted to show her that through my devotion. My displays of affection started slowly about a year ago, but realized she was worth more than just going through the motion. So I changed my ways a little to let her feel appreciated, I began to hold, kiss, love, and cuddle more than I expected. She brought me in and I enjoyed every minute of it, the thought of quiting all of that I have already rejected. I do not want to be with someone that doesnt love me back, so I will move on if she admits to that conclusion. But if an ounce of her beleives in our love and possibility, we can work through this and get past all the confusion. This poorly written poem may be just to much, I do not know if I will ever tell it to her. I will stop while my heart still aches with the pain of unknowing, and pray for the future. moreOpen Question: Is my poem good enough to say aloud?
Love's like a dove, rare to find, hard to bind, special colour, special other. White resembles purity, love has no boundary. Love itself shows no other meaning, think otherwise? then to me you are untrue, for I am in the blue, searching for a special girl who's too true. For all the things I'm willing to do, I hope for me, I am hers too... moreVoting Question: What do you think of this?
Should I tell her this? What do you think? So here I sit waiting, wondering what will come, with many thoughts of mine running through my head. My best friend and love is having a difficult time, yet there is nothing I can do but try to go to bed. I lay awake quite late, thinking of possibilities, but not being sure what to do makes it that much tougher, So I will wait until this sunday when she comes back home, I hope she stays with me, my arms for her cover. Writing helps but is never like talking to her, yet she is so distant that I can not say a word. I never thought I would loose her but now am quite scared, because I once thought she would be my love bird. We have great memories from multiple ocasions, I would not take them back, not even for a second. But she thinks she has changed while being in dallas, her thoughts and character, might even say I reckon. I still think deep down her values have stayed the same, and have never seen someone care so much about another. She needs to get out and have some fun without worrying about me, I just wish I wasnt a burden and we could go out with each other. I want her to go out and do not hold it against her, but when I miss the girl I love the attraction becomes more strong. So I react in a selfish way and drive her from me completely, I never thought that too much love would be something so wrong. You see she is a special girl regardless of our relationship, I only wanted to show her that through my devotion. My displays of affection started slowly about a year ago, but realized she was worth more than just going through the motion. So I changed my ways a little to let her feel appreciated, I began to hold, kiss, love, and cuddle more than I expected. She brought me in and I enjoyed every minute of it, the thought of quiting all of that I have already rejected. I do not want to be with someone that doesnt love me back, so I will move on if she admits to that conclusion. But if an ounce of her beleives in our love and possibility, we can work through this and get past all the confusion. This poorly written poem may be just to much, I do not know if I will ever tell it to her. I will stop while my heart still aches with the pain of unknowing, and pray for the future. moreResolved Question: Should I tell her this? What do you think?
So here I sit waiting, wondering what will come, with many thoughts of mine running through my head. My best friend and love is having a difficult time, yet there is nothing I can do but try to go to bed. I lay awake quite late, thinking of possibilities, but not being sure what to do makes it that much tougher, So I will wait until this sunday when she comes back home, I hope she stays with me, my arms for her cover. Writing helps but is never like talking to her, yet she is so distant that I can not say a word. I never thought I would loose her but now am quite scared, because I once thought she would be my love bird. We have great memories from multiple ocasions, I would not take them back, not even for a second. But she thinks she has changed while being in dallas, her thoughts and character, might even say I reckon. I still think deep down her values have stayed the same, and have never seen someone care so much about another. She needs to get out and have some fun without worrying about me, I just wish I wasnt a burden and we could go out with each other. I want her to go out and do not hold it against her, but when I miss the girl I love the attraction becomes more strong. So I react in a selfish way and drive her from me completely, I never thought that too much love would be something so wrong. You see she is a special girl regardless of our relationship, I only wanted to show her that through my devotion. My displays of affection started slowly about a year ago, but realized she was worth more than just going through the motion. So I changed my ways a little to let her feel appreciated, I began to hold, kiss, love, and cuddle more than I expected. She brought me in and I enjoyed every minute of it, the thought of quiting all of that I have already rejected. I do not want to be with someone that doesnt love me back, so I will move on if she admits to that conclusion. But if an ounce of her beleives in our love and possibility, we can work through this and get past all the confusion. This poorly written poem may be just to much, I do not know if I will ever tell it to her. I will stop while my heart still aches with the pain of unknowing, and to pray for the future. moreResolved Question: I GOT REJECTED FROM EVERY COLLEGE I APPLIED TO, IS IT CAUSE OF MY ESSAY?
Throughout my school years, the awards and distinctions continued to accrue. I was singled out for my chart-making in fifth grade geography and awarded a special commendation for my Ode to Clio in the seventh grade “Muse Off” competition (losing the first prize, disgracefully, to a poem in which the word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite the clear evidence of my elevated abilities, I have repeatedly had to contend with the downward pull of my less motivated, focused, and frankly capable peers. It has been, to be perfectly honest, a great drain on my considerable energies to hold myself in check while the rest of the class offer various lame opinions on the failure of socialism or the causes of the Civil War. My private tutors have gone so far as to say that school has held me back, and even compromised my otherwise limitless potential. If it had not been for ninth grade geometry, for example, I might have already completed multi-variable calculus. Instead, poor teaching has done irreparable harm to what might otherwise have been one of the great mathematical minds of my generation. If it had not been for the closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, the voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would have received an appropriate showcase, rather than being relegated to the chorus. And had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would have been given my head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather than being forced to goose step alongside the granite-brained “students” in my class, every one of them headed down the road to general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my SAT scores of 250 Reading, 310 Math, 290 Writing, and GPA of 0.3952 obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? Luckily, I have always known that it was my destiny to attend a first rate college or university. Only there will I finally meet and have the opportunity to exchange ideas with similarly brilliant and capable young people. How I yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger for knowledge, and ability to generate it! Only when we have shed the burden of those dead weights known, bizarrely, as our high school “peers” and “classmates”, will we emerge into the white light of real, searching knowledge. I am counting the days until the day of my enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me. moreResolved Question: Girls, how would u react if someone asked you out this way?
Well I've known this girl for about two years now, we go to high school. I know she has feelings for me and she knows i have feeling for her. I wanna ask her out in a pretty special way without looking desperate or like a stalker. I decided imma put a rose in her locker, the rose is gonna have a short poem on it, and at the end of the poem its gonna tell her to meet me somewhere (she wouldn't know its me till she gets there, but imma put a little hint on who i am so she actually shows up). So when she gets there i'm just going to ask her out. i had a different plan before but it was to complicated and time consuming. So girls, how would you react to it? i know it isn't that special but at my situation its like the only thing i can do. moreVoting Question: Why was my boyfriend romantic to his ex's and not to me?
I am the longest relationship he has ever had( Two years and a half). We enjoy each others company and we are very understanding together. If he were the kind of guy that wasn't romantic at all, I wouldn't be asking this question because I know some men don't have it in them but I know for a fact that he does. He hung a poster off of the freeway for one of his ex's that said "I love you" on her birthday, he has serenaded another and taken her on trips, and made a camp fire with another one, bought roses written poems. We're together all the time but for our anniversary/valentines he doesn't get me anything except maybe an unromantic dinner to a place we went to 2 days before. I've never gotten anything special from him. I'm trying to be the best girlfriend. Reading up on sports, being understanding, trying to be open minded and adapting. All I ask in return is a little courtship once or twice a year. Not always just maybe our anniversary or valentines.Relationship has been the same from the beginning moreResolved Question: THIS IS MY COLLEGE APPLICATION ESSAY, IS IT READY TO BE SENT TO COLLEGES?
Throughout my school years, the awards and distinctions continued to accrue. I was singled out for my chart-making in fifth grade geography and awarded a special commendation for my Ode to Clio in the seventh grade “Muse Off” competition (losing the first prize, disgracefully, to a poem in which the word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite the clear evidence of my elevated abilities, I have repeatedly had to contend with the downward pull of my less motivated, focused, and frankly capable peers. It has been, to be perfectly honest, a great drain on my considerable energies to hold myself in check while the rest of the class offer various lame opinions on the failure of socialism or the causes of the Civil War. My private tutors have gone so far as to say that school has held me back, and even compromised my otherwise limitless potential. If it had not been for ninth grade geometry, for example, I might have already completed multi-variable calculus. Instead, poor teaching has done irreparable harm to what might otherwise have been one of the great mathematical minds of my generation. If it had not been for the closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, the voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would have received an appropriate showcase, rather than being relegated to the chorus. And had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would have been given my head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather than being forced to goose step alongside the granite-brained “students” in my class, every one of them headed down the road to general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my SAT scores of 250 Reading, 310 Math, 290 Writing, and GPA of 0.3952 obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? Luckily, I have always known that it was my destiny to attend a first rate college or university. Only there will I finally meet and have the opportunity to exchange ideas with similarly brilliant and capable young people. How I yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger for knowledge, and ability to generate it! Only when we have shed the burden of those dead weights known, bizarrely, as our high school “peers” and “classmates”, will we emerge into the white light of real, searching knowledge. I am counting the days until the day of my enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me. moreResolved Question: Do you like my short poem? PLEASE ANSWER! :D?
Your quite the perfect person, flawless I should say. Your smile makes me melt, your presence makes my day. From the moment our souls became intertwined, you've captured my heart and taken over my mind. Your eyes are the only ease to my pain. Your laugh, the only sound running through my brain. You know not who I am, if you did it wouldn't matter. You wouldn't feel the same and my heart you would shatter. I shall forever live in mystery with my love for you within. Never knowing what would happen, what could have been. Now you can continue your life, the amazing person you are, as I hurt inside, watching and admiring from afar. Sorry I re-posted this question. I am just planning to send this to someone special and I wanted some feedback! I appreciate every answer! Again, I am not a professional, only fourteen. :P Thanks! moreResolved Question: How to get over Heartbreak?..?
My girlfriend i was with a year left me a couple of weeks ago.Because i had lost trust for her and became too controlling after how she was with me at the start of the relationship.But i swore to her i would change and that all i needed was the shock of her leaving me to get me to change but she didn't seem to care. It was an incredibly messy breakup.It could not have gone any worse. She left me and then said she just needed a break but she still loved me. Then 3 days later she got back with me and told me she loved me and was so sorry for being so cruel with me...And then the day after she wants another break!!! So after a week i rang her and told her either we get back together cause if she truly loves me she will and we will sort everything out or we end it for good. But yes she got back with me and i was so relieved. I invited her over...Spent €50 on a silver necklace to symbolize her a new beginning for us.I wrote her a poem.A got a lovely picture of us together and got her two nice teddies!I did everything for her to make it special and show im ready for a new start. But it did nothing i could still see she wasn't interested in me. So two days later it ended.It destroyed me.Because she gave me hope and then tore it away from me.I didn't know what to do.She got back with me then left me got back and then left me.Its messed me up big-time Its just breaks my heart because I have never been so crazy about a girl like this.She was literally everything to me.And im so lost now.I don't know how i can forget about her.It causes so much pain for someone who you adore to cause you so much pain it feels like betrayal. And then she rang me a week later to ask how i was...And told me she went with her ex! Her goddamn ex a week after the breakup and shes already hooking up.I would not be ready at all for any girls.Because i loved her.And still do unfortunately.But i guess i should.She just has done so much to me.She tells me she loves me? How can she love me!!She has done so much more bad things during this breakup that would take too long to explain but she couldn't have came out worse here!She has broken my heart and stamped all over it!And she says she still loves me!!!?? She says she misses talking and still loves me but cant get back together because she knows ill never trust her again. I want to move on.All my love has turned to hate. And i really am a mess. How can i forget about her?... How can i get on with my life... I need to let go of the love i have left for her because it is eating me away. I have never felt so hurt in my life. Ive tried getting out and hanging with my friends but it doesn't work. Im up and down constantly. P.S. Sorry for the long read. moreResolved Question: What do you think of my poems?
I've wrote some poems and I wanted peoples opinions. Thanks! ILLUSION The rush, the high, the sea of peace Soon comes down, begins to cease. No more bliss, no more joy, It was nothing more than a decoy. To make me forget, to stop the pain, To simply start eroding my brain. But as I begin to crash and burn, I once again feel the yearn. Laying, shaking on the floor, The hunger strikes, I’m wanting more. HIGH I sit right there, staring out at the world, The way it whirled, twirled and swirled. All the cars passing by, Barely seen in the haze of my high. I sit for hours, simply staring, Looking out at the world, uncaring. No senses, no feeling, My brain’s foggy, my body’s reeling. I stand up, wobble, and look around, My head instantly begins to pound. Towards the kitchen, unsteadily I go, Making my way no matter how slow. Into the knife drawer my hand begins to shake, The sharpest knife my hand does take. Sliding the knife up to my throat, I feel myself begin to float. Into the light then sudden pitch black, It’s over now, I can’t go back. PAINTING The bright shine of the razor blade, Beckoning me like a guilty pleasure, The way it trails up and down my arm, I am the painter and it is my brush, The long red strokes, Creating a masterpiece, Once finished I sit back smiling at my work, Feelings of joy, happiness and bliss flit across my face, Doing their precious dance, Choreographed just for the moment, When I create my special painting. THOSE DAYS When I first saw you I gave no second thought, Soon though I must say I was more than a little caught, In your spinning web of lies, But I looked past it into your bright, shining eyes. All those days together we’d be, Those knowing smiles you’d share with me They were left back in the dust, All that’s left is a heavy blanket of mistrust. Used, betrayed, stripped of my innocence, I must admit I was a bit dense, To think that you might be mine, Wouldn't that have been so divine? And as I lay here on my bed You’re hardly ever in my head, But when you’re there ready to harass, I simply remind myself you were quite an ass. PRECARIOUS PATH Fiery trails across her wrists, Scorching hot against her ashen skin. The bloody tracks, A flashing reminder of her mistakes. Her tattered sleeves, Cover her tainted arms, The only way to conceal her pain. One day, Someone will notice, Someone will care, But it's too late. The red cuts, Fading into scars. Each day propelling her closer to the end, The darkness, The peace. moreResolved Question: poem for he who be father from the truth?
happy fathers day wish i new who u be just a picture, wonder if you look like me a chat just to hear if ya like the voices I've made up the past 38 years a hug n kiss those 3 special words but as usual the things so simple have difficulty finding me a letter be nice names andy but dear john will do lf you forgot something better than nothing just one thing wud mean a lot ask you if you new all the bad things the step dads did n yeah it was F@~King sick best of both worlds beating with fists cause i hated D@~K the truth hurts hope you feel disgusted i am as a man an it hurt when i was kid but hey you did help cause to escape i learned to fantasizes my dads a hero of many kinds you once saved the world but still had time to drop in say hi take me in ya space ship even made me smile in between the screams n cries the tries i took to take my life still i am lucky guy FACT no lie i have a wife 4 kids lifes like living a dream i have got every thing not even hard so why couldn't you I KNOW I MEANT NOTHING so thank u Mr Who I never had da chance too at least when you dye iit wont hurt and just like the kid u rub ya hands got rid GO GET SCREWED moreResolved Question: Watermarking on Microsoft Word?
I am trying to do something special for my boyfriend. I am trying to put a picture of us together as a watermark on Microsoft word and then going to write a poem over top of it.. Can anyone tell me where I can find the Watermark tab on Microsoft word 2007??? moreResolved Question: Lovely ladies! What is your ideal ladies man?
Hello there lovely ladies of the world! If you are reading this, maybe you can help me. Every woman has a fantasy ladies man. And I want to know what it is. You see girls always like the cute romantic guy in chick flicks, so ive decided to try and become him. I write poetry, and read classic Literature, I am skinny but I am fit (i have big biceps and i have abs). I complement ladies continuously but no so much that its weird. I write special poems for my girlfriends, I buy them roses and chocolates and in bed I can give one hell of a massage or cuddle for hours. I enjoy long walks on the beach at night while the sun is setting followed by a home cooked (yes i can cook) picnic, along with soft music. My question is, how could i make myself more for the woman? What things do you wish your boyfriend would do? What is your ideal ladies man? Thank you and have a nice day/night ;)Oh and please do not say just be yourself, for this is who i am. moreResolved Question: Care to comment on poem?
I was bored one night so I decided to write: As you enter this place, you learn quite a bit. To know when it's a ball, and to know when to hit. You just need to know when to place a bet, but remember what not to forget; You're place in this world and why you're here, and just to know you have nothing to fear. To keep a special place in heart. And aim for the one, piercing them like a dart. To be careful who you open up to. Because they might be out to get you. And to know who to trust, Cause they might be a bust. Just know that you're never alone, and all you need to do is pick up your phone. And all I am saying is to be careful, because some people can be quite the handful. From past experience, people can be your friend, but will do anything; the truth they shall bend. So just be careful is all I must say. I hope that it helps, and makes your day. -I know that it's not too good. I'm not a very avid writer, but I enjoy it. So I'm asking for helpful criticism. Thanks :D moreResolved Question: i need help writing a poem?
i want to do something special for my mom for christmas. she lost her dad on christmas of 2009 and i want to write her a poem but the only wordds that come to mind are how tragic the death was and i dont want it to be a sad poem ya know? so can any one help me with any ideas? i am a published author so i can set it up i just need ideas thanks moreResolved Question: Is he ignoring me??????? Help!!!?
Heres some background. My best friend who took my v-card and I used to fool around, but we never dated. I met someone bc he wouldnt commit. That 3 year relationship just ended and my bf picked up where we left off. We have been talking about (well texting about hanging out,since we dont talk on the phone anymore) being super flirty, talking about the past and how much we would like to do those things again. Well, we have been talking everyday from sunrise to sunset, sometimes til 3 am. Well, yesterday was his bday and I sent him a birthday poem saying that I hope he had a great day, talking bout his heart and eyes. Saying his soul-mate is out there and will make his bday the special day that it should be. I also said that I love him as a friend and that I wanted the best for him. I knew that he had to work open to close on his bday and he would have a long busy day. And when I normally say, I'll let you go bc ur at work or ttyl, he ALWAYS says, something like, your good, just know that if there's a delay, then im working and cant text right then. But on his bday, i said ttyl and he said that he liked the poem and said ttyl. well I said, could i text you at lunch. and he said, you can, but idk if i will be able to text back, when normally he just says, ok, ill text you when I can. Well I just told him i'll just text you tomorrow (Wed) and he said ok. I texted him while he was at church saying that I hoped he had a good day and to have fun at church ttyl--just to see if he would text be back later after church. He did and this is what the text said verbatim... "Hey thx. well i got a busy day tomorrow so i'm about to call it a night. Just wanted to say hey & I hope everything is going good. well ttyl. Night. ;) Now we went from talking everyday for the past two months down to a lousy 6 texts in 48 hours. Every since I wrote this poem, tell me if you think that he's avoiding me bc of this poem. Is he avoiding bc maybe he doesnt like me like that? idk. I understand that you have to work a full day But i just wanted to take a few lines to say I hope you day is special I hope your day's fun Your parents are blessed to ave such a wonderful son your eyes are filled with kindness your heart is filled with love your soul is filled with God's gift A gift from above You say your day's not special that gifts you don't get that's because you haven't met your soulmate just yet She's out there somewhere just, waiting to be found and when you find the right one you'll both be heaven bound so just keep your head up and smile through your day Because she would be smiling with you As she says happy birthday I love you as my friend and, I want the best for you thats why I want all your Biggest dreams to come true. Tell me what you think, is he avoiding me? Does he like me? moreResolved Question: A goodbye quote for a good friend? Please help!?
I am leaving in a little more than a day for a month long trip and was needed a quote for an email i'm writing. maybe from a song, a poem, i don't care... My friend is pretty special, we've been though a lot, and sometimes i really wonder why we're still friends. but i just wanted a nice way to say goodbye since when i come back from my trip he'll go off to college and i dont really know how long it will be until i see him. moreResolved Question: poems for a new baby brother?
OK I'm 21 and my mother and her bf are having a baby boy soon. this is my first sibling so i am super excited.i want some poems about little brothers and big sisters so i can put in the basket of baby things i'm giving her just to make it extra special. moreResolved Question: When/how will I ever finally have a normal, actual relationship?
Honestly, I'm being hypocritical when I say that cuz I like knowing that each one is slightly different, but I want a "different" that's long, makes me happy, and agrees with everybody. I'm 15 yes, but it's so darned frustrating. I see everyone else walking around with happy, and socially normal romances. Why can't mine for once not be off-limits, or at least not have an unnecessary twist to it?. I'll explain... 1)10 yrs. old lol----a week or 2 later he cheats.... :| 2)4 or 5months in 7th grade-----this guy was so shy he nvr had the chance to introduce himself to my face instead we wrote notes to each other through a friend. We connected, he sent me poems; he was wonderful treated me like I was special. My 2-faced friend who can't decide who's side she's on tells me he was playing a joke, he's ugly, and she says she found him on myspace. Me and my b/f had argument and he broke it off with me. Even better I found out she lied, and when I told him he didnt want me back. 3)14 yrs old for 4 months-----He was over legal age and didn't feel comfortable after a while (internet, and I had no idea) ~~sophomore year~~ I just found out this school year that the guy I liked feels (extremely) the same way I do even though he has a g/f and I heard is cheating/flirting around with other grls 4)15 yrs old for 2 months---- I tried espin.com(dating site for teens) but umm we were ok but maybe just better as friends. Plus that site has too many perverted boys. jeez I just wanted love, so I gave up on the site. Hopefully eharmony's better when I grow up. ....And now here I am single. Nothing wrong with it, but I'd like to know what a kiss feels like, to know yur b/f is in the same state as you, can hang out with you and yur friends, and with me being a junior, u know the first two proms are coming up. I'm tired of the guys that are too chicken to come up to me and say "I like you" especially when I was interested in them in the first place. So instead they tease me (ruthlessly). Please help, I'm trying to let this"come naturally" so maybe I might have a happier love life.rlly?...its hard trying to think that way and stick with it sumtimez i wonder how ppl do it moreResolved Question: How would you feel if your niece made you a very special package?
I have been making her greeting cards for each holiday she's locked up. I got her a book, To kill a mockingbird. I write her poems. I don't know what else to get her. I also got her a bracelet. What i am doing is making her a Birthday/Christmas gift. I have been working on getting her different things since last year. I took a photo box and turned it in a box full of things i would like my aunt to have. I know she likes Lip Gloss, So I am thinking of some lip gloss, And some pony tails, hair clips. Just some girly things. moreResolved Question: Do you like this poem I wrote for my aunt? QUICKLY REPLY!! THANKS!?
I don't have money for a present this yr and I am a really good poet (i have composed several good poems and they are up on my website http://www.christianpoems.webs.com/ in case u wanna check them out. Anyway my aunt is gonna be 31, I am 15. Happy Birthday Thirty one years ago God said Let this child be born, she is perfect from her toes to her head You came in the world, what a delight Everyone loved you, you were a pretty sight Now today you celebrate your thirty first birthday Everything should be perfect, you should get your way You should not have to do a single thing Happy Birthday to you we all shall sing Happy Birthday Jennee, have a wonderful day I hope all your wishes come true and you get all your ways I hope that every single of your wishes come true I hope all the things happen that are special to you feedback??? thanks! oh and the party is 2nite but I have to leave in an hour so be quick with ur responses! thanks moreResolved Question: what is the point of going on?
This is poem i wrote for 29 year old woman who wasn't interested in me. Answer to a prayer. I wanted you before i ever knew your name, now that i found you we will never be the same. Like special kind of thing that happens in a special place and time, that will change our lives forever you, have made my dream a reality. So pardon if i look at you forgive me if i stare, i was nothing before i saw you standing there. You are my one true love and these words i have to say, i dream of being with you throughout the night and day. I will always love you as sure as the sun will rise, i know we share this passion as it see it in your eyes. I dream of holding you all throughout the night. my thoughts of being with you fill my heart with happiness and delight. Messed up hey? Ive lost my job and i really don't know what to do with my time now, i suppose i can look for another job, but my experience isn't that great, writing out a resume really makes me feel worse than i already feel, seeing that i haven't accomplished anything in my life kind of hurts.. I used to love to write poetry these days it seems like i am trapped with NO WAY OUT, i feel lost like a single leaf on the ground in the autumn lost, forgotten, and alone. writing used to make me feel better now it only makes me feel worse. an example: The glass is half empty. The glass is half empty its the way it has always been for the positives in my life i have never seen. To live life to the fullest I've always been so keen but things never work out, i just fail at everything. that's the way it ends up, that's just the way it all seems. So many ways to die, i sit hear and ponder, i start to cry, you have you plagued me with this misery, answer me god answer me why? No answer just silence i sit here and sigh. I feel so alone, there's no one to talk to i cant even pick up a phone, no contact not even a friend, i fear my life is over i fear this may be the end. i just sit here in silence and ask myself when?, when do things look up?, when do positive things start to happen again?. The glass is half empty its the way it has always been for positives in my life i have just never seen. Poetry its so pointless, so many people have told me its just a waste of time, that i am 26 years old and to sit a write isn't right. i really don't know what to do anymore it really seems that my life has run its course. if only i could get a job a reason to keep living but it just seems like its not going to happen, like an invisible entity stopping me from being able to live. i don't understand why everyone hates me i have never hurt anyone i never would, i am actually a really nice person but nobody wants to know me anymore. I ask what is the point? forgive the poor grammar, and forgive me for posting like this i don't know, no one else to talk to. yours sincerely it(was)morefun2compute /// past tense every thing is these days moreResolved Question: What does this poem mean to you?
How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious --Lisel Mueller, "In Passing" I find it beautiful yet haunting, and I have my own interpretation, but am interested in your thoughts. moreResolved Question: Wives, how do your husbands make you feel special?
I mean, as I'm writing this -I just really don't know the answer at all. I asked my spouse the other day (we were talking about music, of all things) and I asked him "what song makes him think about me?" He said, "Well, music just really doesn't effect me that way and I don't think of it like that". Basically, I am a musician and the fact that he can't name ONE SONG -just one (any, I don't care) that means something, makes him think if me a little -really bothers me. Of course, in lieu of other questions I have asked lately, I've started to realize that there is NOT REALLY anything special that he does for me. He's only bought me 2 gifts in the entire 4 years we've been together. He doesn't ever take me to dinner at a restaurant I want to go to (and I DO ask), he's never written me a poem or a letter (maybe ONE card, once) or ever tells me if I'm special or mean anything to him. I'm 27 and it shouldn't be like this THIS EARLY. I realize 4 years is awhile, but it's not THAT LONG, you know? Even if I hint or whatever -I still don't feel it with him (or like he feels anything toward me that great).I do a LOT for him. I have listened to everything he has said on "his needs" part and fully given in. I still buy him little presents (which he rarely appreciates, so recently I stopped), I let him have his private time, I cook for him almost nightly, and I just do loving things like back rubs etc.Well Bev, I hate women like you -who walk around with absolutely NO emotions because of all the Prozac they take. Just like my MIL -you think a pill or alcohol solves everything and that you should just bottle it up inside and NEVER be who you really are and never feel what you really feel. You never show emotions toward any family or your children and let them know that you are a human. For your info, sex is like -every day almost, at least 3 times a week. I DO a lot of nice things and I DO communicate what I want and just say what I want and need...I am just not getting it. If I say I wanna hear a stupid song, then by God, I should get some stupid song JUST BECAUSE. That is what being in a relationship is about -the give and take. Keep on telling yourself you are the "older generation" and "more logical" -if that's what you want to call it. I just call it plain old fashion DENIAL, if you ask me. Screw your stupid Dr. Laura books/bs ideas I bet you've read them ALL, haven't u? moreVoting Question: Take a Gander At these poems please?
so, i wrote these poems and i needa know what you think.. Please rate them.. the 1st one is my favorite though... That (Special) Thing When it seems the time is close, (And by close, I mean not to winning) You want to knock on heaven’s door, (But you find it held wide open) You decide to wait, come back later, (To take life by the horns) But you discover you must find a reason, (A deep down meaning for life, to give you motivation) Something that makes you smile, (Makes your dimples perch high upon the apples of your cheeks) Something that gives air a new taste, (Thyme, perhaps really makes a difference) Something that changes the tune of life, (To live in perfect harmony) Something that transforms an accident, (From tragic ending to new beginning) Something along the lines of love, (Makes your heart beat faster, makes your knees go weak) It will take a journey, (From there and back) To realize what is your only sign, (Your helpful hint or special clue) Is only the ache in your heart, (Where the absence of that special thing has left you feeling empty) Difficult Farewell Clear Skies, green grass, Trumpets playing, shining brass, Loved one lowers, underground, Leaving some words never found. Drying tears, in the sun, Knows what’s happened is already done, Final farewells seem not enough, Staying strong, staying tough. A sickness has attached to my heart, Even through this, we’ll never part. (and the final one) Colors of Our Nation Passing glances Across my face Quiet snickers About my race Shouldn’t this be Where Everyone’s different? Instead of discrimination And an unfair preference? Who’s that man Who invented unique? Because I have some words To which I’d gladly speak America, with its freedom, Its gold paved roads Or that’s what they said- And the stories told People struggled To be set free But America, the Beautiful Didn’t appear what it’s supposed to be It’s not an individual But perhaps a nation Who can get us through This unstable racism :)) hoped ya liked them. The first is my favorite and the other two i am not sure about moreResolved Question: Two Poems I Made That Are Special To Me?
Here are poems i made. please give your reviews and rate them from 0(worst) to 10 (best) i will accept what i get :) Enjoy FRIENDS When you cry, I'm here for you And when you laugh, I do, too And when you're lost I'll be in sight You're the boat And I'm the light And when you feel you can't decide You'll have to choose, but I'll be your guide And when you're sick I'll help you heal Stay by your side And cook your meals And when you think you're alone And lose all hope I'll be with you And help you cope And when you think that no one cares I'll be there, I'll understand And I'll be there time and time again Because guess what? I'm your friend! :) THE PERFECT THING I am not perfect Neither are you But the thing we need is perfect I'm telling the truth Because.... We stumble and fall We get stuck at a wall We hurt and cry We often lie We have fears Real or fake We must take risks we thought we'd never take We might think ourselves as failures We might not know when to follow or lead But in the end The perfect thing To help us mend Is a friendthanks. the perfect thing one, i made a lot of changes and accidentally hit submit and was just >.< i felt stupid about it :(the we get stuck at a wall is a metaphor for obstacles and not being able to decide srry bout the confusion moreResolved Question: Rate my poem pleaese? :]?
Okay so I wroote thisss poem,.... It is very special to mee and I feell likee this poem reachess deep intoo my heart and it kinda explaines howw I feel. please tell me what you think and is it good pleasee be honestt ! :)) Thankss, p.s. I am only 12 Anger build but I do not complain I don't want them to know about the pain I put on a pokerface when they're around I cry in the shower so they dont hear a sound I knew it would hurt them if they knew how I feel And that's why I hide my tears of teal moreResolved Question: I found this poem very touching, I didnt care about the author. What do you think?
Am i falling in love? If love is just a word than, i am I and she is She. But if gravity is not there so where are we falling,to the dark pits of ground? Or will are arms be compelling and gently yeild each other from our unpleasant moments. Our eyes bedazzle one another as they send a lusty sweet rath that frowned our hearts. I failed to admire that i had not awoke after her outstanding acts,for i have slept away into a fortunate game. This puzzel was never made for 1 to part it solo,it takes 2 to make love genuine,and I have found my captivating partner. Her soul could almost be felt, like silk passing by my face. When i leave for it's time to see you untill another moment,you haunt me with a irrational want to see your pleasuarable face again. The days i spend with you are uncountable,your exoticness has truly flushed me with outstanding romance. I live in the moment with all the memorable tendery things we do & have done together. To see whats coming and enjoy it while it miraculously lasts,but which will eventually faid. If death may do us apart,for it is unknowably soon. For you are so special,god may rebirth our lives. I fear not,for your love is my elixir,keeping me alive and happy. If our passion were to ever be black & white,for you, i would shift my life into shades of grey. moreResolved Question: looking for ideas for a naming day?
hi there i have decided id like to hold a naming ceremony for my son as i am not religious but he is my little miracle and would like to do something to welcome him to the world only problem is i really dont have much money so i am looking for any ideas anyone may have to make it a special day on a shoe string any suggestions for poems or speeches would be greatly appreciated as well moreResolved Question: Australians are you interested in another topical political poem?
Julia, The Wizard of Oz In this time, in this place Ours is not a special case. My dear child did not survive But another was kept alive. I am a dead child’s mother. How I wish I were the other, Who was accepted and blessed By Australia dearly caressed. A girl-child, so weak in her chest, Was able still to pass the test, For passage to Australia. No such risk there, of failure. She’s grown so powerful now, Can even kill the sacred cow. Once called a ‘ten pound Pom’ Now the wizard made by Baum. Refugees unable to depart. No brains, courage or heart? I click my heels till they bleed, My dead girl will never be freed. moreResolved Question: I want to give this girl I love something special...but I don't want her to know it's from me?
Okay. This is a long story so I'm going to try and make it short. My ex (we dated in our high school freshmen year) dumped me for this other guy. But even after all these years, after other people I've dated, I still care for her and I think always will. However, I get she doesn't feel the same way about me for numerous reasons. I'm just not as great as she is. That's a blunt fact. But this guy that she dumped me for is someone she's still caught up on. They went out for a month and a half after we broke up in freshmen year and ever since then she's only been in love with him. He's basically become her entire life. She won't write because she compares all her writings to his. She compares herself to him on a regular basis and she flat out said she can't live without him. The truth is I'm at the point in life where I know that love is more about being there for someone than being with them. I want to give her something special. Like a journal that has a positive message on it, or a book of poems to motivate her to believe in herself and write. I'm just afraid it will come off wrong. I don't want her to think I'm trying to be with her again because I am currently seeing someone right now but I just want to remind her that she's special and unique. We've been awkward with each other since we saw one another last... That guy was there and I told her what a jerk he was. She didn't listen and things haven't been the same since. I'm travelling soon so I can send her a package in a different state so she won't know it's me but is that idiotic and pretentious? And should I just be honest that it's from me? I just don't want to come off that I want to get back with her. moreResolved Question: What do you think of this poem...it is not mine?
[Mos Def] Yes, I am the inescapable, the irresistible, The unnegotiable, the unchallenged [who dat?] I am time I scroll in measurements, control the elements, I hold the evidence, I tell the story [say what?] I am time I know no prejudice, I bare no sentiments For wealth or settlement, I move forward [who you?] I am time You can't recover me, conceal or smuggle me, Retreat or run from me, crawl up or under me, You can't do much for me besides serve Me well and have good dividends returned to you Or attempt to kill me off and have me murder you Many have wasted me but now they are facing me, Treated me unfaithfully and now endure me painfully Plaintively, I wait to see what history will shape to be, Who's hearts will never die inside the sake of me Angel's scribe the page for me, Keep a full account of all the names for me And make a special mark for Hurricane who (?) patiently moreResolved Question: i want to make his heart beat fast fast?
am searching for a poem to write to him but i can't thing of anything right now i want to make him feel so special like his the only man in this earth and that even thought our love is impossible i wont forget him and he always be in my heart as #1 is there anyone that can write a short poem dedicated to the man that stoled my heart lol moreResolved Question: Is this poem worthy of someone special?
Just because I can`t be with you, doesn`t mean I will forget you, for the mark you`ve left in my life, it cut so deep,just like a knife. And even though I`ll never hold you, so many things I never told you, I know now we could never be, my foolish heart could never see. But just remember this my friend, I`ll always have a hand to lend, and if you feel the need to weep, my shoulder`s yours,for you to keep. And even though I am away, tis you I`ll think of everyday, for I cannot ever forget, the butterfly without a net.Thank you all for your kind words,muchly. moreResolved Question: Do you have a poem that makes you think of someone special?
. A hug to say I need you A hug to say I care when the nights are cold and lonely I promise I'll be there You'll hear my voice calling in the whisper of the breeze You'll know that I am with you My babe with angel wings . moreResolved Question: Feedback on this poem? What meaning do you get from it?
Pink Lace -.- I have left home, moved to another country The outsider feeling is a hard one to get by But I’ll manage somehow How will I manage? You ask- must you ask? Was it not you who stood by me all these years? Was it not you who said- Cast whatever fears you have on me for I am; The shoulders that will carry your burdens The river that will wash away the dry seasons The sun that will enrich your existence The one who will never forsake; never rebuke you A year it has been, I am still unchanged Still caught in the net you have weaved I cry alone in my room-yet I am not alone You are listening aren’t you?- Hidden in the shadows I walk on the beach- unaccompanied-yet there are two sets of footprints You follow me don’t you?- you protect me don’t you? So far apart yet so close Our lives divided by time lines; unavoidable obstacles We fly on different clouds now-but I see you in the distance You’re waving, fading; just out of my reach Unable to meet, unable to speak we’re in two dimensions A place where the light shines once In that moment of radiance I see it; the bond you made The promise you gave and kept-the reason why; Even worlds apart we are connected It glitters in the sun rays It illuminates the dark corners of the barriers It shows you on the other side-looking in; smiling It shows your breath ghosting down the glass It reveals the hand print left behind; as you fade into the dark You made that bond the moment we met-didn’t you? You threaded it into my very skin; If we ever part in this race of life you said-we will still be linked Linked by our souls that dance and intertwine; Around the bond of friendship you made By casting your pink lace This was written for a very special friend of mine. I miss her terribly...Comments are welcome, do you like it? And what do you think the poem is about? Rate on a scale of 1-10 thanks in advance. moreResolved Question: poem for my girlfriend. what do you think of it.?
I think of you all the time. When your around and when your not. Everytime i sit and listen to my own heart beating i find you there. I find myself thinking of you thru out the day. I care so much for you that words cannot begin to even say.Everytime i get to spend time with you im always interested in what you have to say. Seeing your pretty face smile always makes my day. I love being with you every day and night. I love to pick your brain. I think your very smart and brite. I love looking into your blue eyes. I love laying next to you in bed at night. I love when i get to hold you in my arms not loose but not too tight:). I love you even when your mad,sad or when you may not think i do. I love you because i think your the most special thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I love being with you. With this i am being honest and true. Your a very precious and beautiful girl. I will always cherish you.In closing this if you already dont know I just wanted to say I heart you! mwa moreResolved Question: A poem for my teacher who's gonna retire on 16th July 2010?
A teacher of mine is gonna retire. I told her a lot and learned a lot of advices from her, etc. She also knows that I do poetry writing. So I wanna give a poem to her. For her retirement, 1. Should I write the poem on a piece of paper or something? Give some ideas since it's for her retirement, it's gotta be something special. I have no idea about decoration or making a nice gift. 2. Do you think I should make a new poem or choose one of my really nice poems below? Seriously, I made them. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me but I know the truth and I know myself, my heart. My Dream Blue Skies high Above us Inspired my heart To roam through the seas Above the azure skies As free as the birds I’ve seen Flying towards a place I dream While the winds brushing off the worries So I will fly to where all our dreams lie Within our hearts, where hopes are held up high Towards the light will someday be true Letting my heart embraces all There is to be in this world Weaving all of our tales Within I treasure Everything I will feel Till the End. Looking Up Looking up towards the sky, Where birds spread their wings and fly. I wonder how would the future be? Once a brighter future is set free? Moments drifting in my mind, With the past I left behind. Believe in the distant future, As I will be my best from here. Where I believe and I wonder, Where I will smile and I wander. Cerulean skies, thousand smiles, The light of the future shines. Their Wings The birds that fly freely in the sky, The birds that have no worries over their wings; From time to time, they’ll fly through their sky, Spread their wings, cherish their freedom. Their eyes watch over the world, Their wings spread through the seas, Facing, flying over the mystical land Without the surging hourglass. They fly, embrace their freedom Over limitless time, in this verse, They see; they soar high in the air Over and over the cerulean sky. Time Moves Slowly Today The sun rises on a morning; Slowly I rise, from eyes sleeping. The light illuminates the day, I see that time moves slowly today. Walking along the road I see Everyone as they feel free. Under the sun’s bright shining ray, I see that time moves slowly today. White clouds drifting apart Beneath the sky looks like a heart. As time passes, kids come and play; I see that time moves slowly today. The evening sun setting down; I just gaze and wave, here from town. As the night starts to make its way, I see that time moves slowly today. Walking back, as I keep walking; Everyone would be talking. They have fun, weariness away, I see that time moves slowly today. Sparkling stars of the sky tonight Guided by wonders of moonlight, I am dazzled, too much to say; I see that time moves slowly today. Closing my eyes not all too soon; Watching the night view of the moon. Serenity, down as I lay, I see that time moves slowly today. Smile (11:30p.m. 18/12/2009) Smile, when you mean it As an awkward smile shows That you are unhappy With your own life Smile, whenever you want to Show your happiness Towards your own life Because it is what you feel Smile, before you leave here As others would always Want to see you again Because of that smile To My Life (21/6/2010) As I sing from my heart to you, I feel my dreams becoming true. I wish this time would last for days. To my life, thank you as always. When I keep holding to my might, I would know things will be alright. Future comes in wonderful ways. To my life, thank you as always. There is a meaning towards life That’s why I continue to thrive. Within my hands, shining light rays. To my life, thank you as always. As I sing from my heart to you, To my life, thank you as always. moreResolved Question: Imporvements for the start of my story? (question is very long, but please answer, i'm desperate.)?
I've always loved writing, would you mind giving me some ideas that might improve the start of my story? Could you also give me some ideas for a couple of characters? I need two more girl characters and one more boy character. They should be aged around 16-17, thanks in advance (: What you need to know: The main character, Jane fainted before she left the school grounds and all of that stuff at the old ladys house is a vision Jane has had. Further into the story Jane and Damon look for the house because Jane is convinced that old lady is dead, a couple weeks later they find it and she is indeed dead. Jane keeps getting visions of people dying and et cetera, Damon is put into rehab and commits suicide. Improvements on the plot are also welcomed (: if I use any of your ideas and my book is published, you'll definately get a mention! Thanks again. Here is the start of the story, which will probably end up being chapter one and most of chapter two. Chapter One “…I promise to love only you until time ends Praying it never does. I promise that when your weak I’ll try to be strong Though it may be hard for me…” “Oh for goodness sakes Nelson!” I exclaim, gently pushing past the small rodent-like boy and making my way down the staircase. Immediately I feel bad, Nelson used to be all I had until I was ‘discovered.’ I feel like doubling back to apologise but I know I can’t. I can smell the sweet scent of Mercedes’ perfume, my friends must be just around the corner. ‘Finally!” My on-again-off-again boyfriend, Sebastian envelopes me in a big bear hug, He smells of sweat. “Oooh, yuck! Get off me, you stink! Have you been playing footy?” I say, pushing him away. “Oh, it’s nice to-” “Darling, Jane, what kept you?” Mercedes, the ‘leader’ of our group crudely cut off Sebastian’s retort. “One of Nelson’s love poems again.” I sigh and roll my eyes, spying Nelson Skulking around the corner I falter and turn so I can’t see him. “Ooh he does want you so, doesn’t he.” Mercedes remarks. “Oh, dear god. You’re not in one of these twentieth century phases again are you?” Brynn groaned. “They’re fucking annoying.” “Darling, darling Brynn. That is vulgar language. You will end up a spinster with no husband if you talk that way!” Aldornia says in a shrill voice. “And then we all know what will become of you, a disgrace to your family-” “Oh don’t you start, come on, lets get going, I have homework due for Mrs. Webber.” We all groaned in unison. “And if I don’t get it done, I will fail, and we don’t want that now, do we?” Oh dear god, the speaking like-eth of our elders sure is catchy. I daydream as we walk across the school grounds to the car park, a dream where nothing really matters and everyone is a robot, they all look, think and sound exactly the same. In my opinion, it’s a nightmare. “Jane, are you coming or not?” Mercedes ‘upper class’ voice pulls me out of my stupor. “No thankyou, I’d like to walk.” I mumble. “Don’t get mobbed!” Sebastian exclaims jumping into the back of Mercedes bright yellow Cadillac convertible. I attempt a laugh. Mercedes has no idea how lucky she is, spoiled rotten, yes, but lucky all the same. I watch the car drive away until it finally turns a corner onto the highway, no doubt heading into the city for the after-school specials at the boutiques, if that was the case I had no idea why Sebastian was going. I realise, at that point that I have stopped walking and that I‘m standing in front of a tiny squashed building, hidden by ivy I can barley see the door. I have a vague memory of being here, when I was young. But, no. That can’t be right, in my memory the building is in the middle of nowhere, and not covered in ivy, yet it is the same house I stand before on this sunny afternoon. The clothes I am wearing in my memory seem to be at least seventy years old. This can’t be right, maybe we have some old photos of this house, of a girl, similar to me, but not me, maybe, just maybe this was my grandmothers home! I know I have to get home. My feet are telling me to run, it’s not safe here, but my heart is telling me to stay, to knock on the door and see what happens, I’m torn between the thought of both choices, I could run and be safe and come back with my friends another day, or I could take a risk and knock on the door now. I know what I’m going to do, I need to know who lives here and why I have a memories of enjoying my childhood here, if this was true, how come my parents have never spoke of this and how come we have never returned? I walk up the stone steps and hold my breath as I gingerly knock on the cracked and peeling door. An old withering lady opens the door, “Oh, deary, come on in.” She smiles, a gap-toothed, but warm smile which re-assures me as I carefully step inside. The old lady shuts the door and walks down the hallway. “Would you like a cuppa?” She says, standing in a doorway. I take this as my invitation to follow her. “Oh, I’m not s“Oh, I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying…” I say un-sure, it doesn’t look like this poor old lady can manage much in the way of cleaning. “Oh I’ll just put a pot on the stove anyway, I don’t get many visitors these days.” She shoots me another watery-eyed, gap-toothed smile, In her pity, I ask what I can do to help. “Oh I don’t want to trouble you.” I start to say it wouldn’t be troubling but the old lady gives me yet another warm smile and says “We’ll drink it in the dining room, go take a seat.” Somehow I know exactly where to go, and I also know that the dining will be this lady’s pride, and will be as neat as a pin. “Here we are deary.” I get up to help the lady with the tree ladled with biscuits and two cups of tea. “Now, why is it you came to see me?” I pull out a chair and take a seat directly opposite the lady, out of the corner of my eye I spy a big oak display cupboard housing the most beautiful crystal I have ever seen. “Oh my gosh, that crystal is lovely!” Iexclaim. “Yes, I take great pride in my crystal, it has been in our family since the Whites came to Australia.” I stare at this lady, there is something incredible about her, but I just can’t figure out what. “Now. Why have you come to me?” “I have this memory, a memory of this, of your house when it was new.” The old lady looks at me scrutinisingly. “That can’t be right-” “No, that’s what I thought, perhaps- “ This house was built long before you was born, long before I was born. It was built just two years before my mother was born!” She’s shaking her fist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ll just let myself out.” I hastily get up and walk towards the door. Just as I’m about to open the door I feel movement before me. I whip around there is the old lady. Her eyes have rolled back into her sockets and she’s shaking as if she’s having a seizure. “You have the gift deary. Be careful.”A searing pain shoots through my head, I open the doors, the sun is too bright and I shield my eyes. Chapter Two “Jane. Jane, wake up!” I can hear my good friend, Damon’s voice. “Dumban, is zat yu?” I say difficulty. Why can’t I talk? Damon’s reply seems hesitant. “…Yes, it’s me Jane. Why are you still at school? It’s half past six.” “What?!” I exclaim, abruptly sitting up. “That’s absurd! Have you been drinking Damon? I was on my way home when I stopped in front of this old house-” I then notice the excruciating pain in my forehead. I reach up and feel a massive cut across my skull. “Don’t touch it!” Damon says snatching my hand away. “You have been drinking!” I accuse. “Why Damon, why? Why have you started drinking again?” I ask, more concerned about my friend than about my memory loss and the big gash I have on my head. “And why are you here?” “I came to look for you…Brynn and Sebastian were worried…” He said trying to sound nonchalant, but he sounded like he wasgoing to cry. “You’re lying.” I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. “What’s the matter, you know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” “Yes, you’re the bestest friend I’ve ever had…it’s just…” “It’s just what Damon?” “I have to drink…it helps me forget…” “Forget what?” This is starting to sound serious. I scoot over so I’m sitting next to my friend. I wrap my arms around him. “It’s Aldornia.” Damon sobbed. Damon and Aldornia have been going out since I can remember, but when Mercedes ‘discovered’ them, Aldornia became Mercedes back-up girl, replacing Brynn. So being Mercedes back up girl, Aldornia became a bitch, breaking up with Damon, but begging for him to take her back whenever they were alone together. Aldornia started stalking Damon and got charged by the fuzz. The problem is Damon is still in love with Aldornia. A couple of months after Aldornia was charged Damon and Aldornia started going out again, I wonder what she’s done to hurt Damon now.“She. Sh-sh-she an-and Hunter,” Damon took a great big breath. I hugged him tighter. “I went around to Dorni’s house after school, we were going to do something. Her mum let me up to her room and when I walked in.” This is where Damon broke down. “Hunter was in bed with her!” Damon finally managed to say. I was shocked. “What?! You mean they were…they were shagging?!? I can’t believe it! I’ll kill the bastard!” “Yes they were banging. So I went home and snuck some beers out and and came here…” Damon half-heartedly smiled at me. “We better get you to the hospital.” He slurred. “Don’t be silly, you can’t take me while your drunk. I’ll just take you home, then I’ll go to Sebastian’s house, he can take me.” I said standing up. “I only had six. Six or seven beers!” Damon retorted. “Damon! You’re going home to bed!’ I said rather sharply “Well, all right…I suppose that will be okay.” I helped him to his feet and we set off into the night. moreResolved Question: Which Poem do you like better?
tears the tears run. the words just slip. you run away and hide, feeling as if nobody understands nobody's their, just empty air. thats when you need to feel something, something at all. you reach for the blade, in an emotional state clearly not thinking straight. you need to feel, you need to bleed just so you can see that your heart still beats The fork in the road I forever walk down the endless road The murmur of the wind, whispering scenes of my life in my ears, burdens of past as my heavy load Images of near and distant How do the painful memories, in my ears, remain so consistent? Past faces of the people who I had passed those who have changed me Whether they be dear friends or my enemies, they have everlasting spots in my memory The places I have been, the things I have seen Memories which I would love to keep and some of which I am not so keen Though no matter what they have left on me, each one left its mark Each scar remains in my mind, stark Some toyed with me in some silly game Though no one left me being quite the same Some left me glad with the world Each had me in their own special hold So now I walk alone on this long, long road Stories of my past I have forever been told Now I come across a fork in the road, fates making me choose One way is the path to the light, which I do not want to lose The other to the dark The memories of my past experiences in my brain stark They shall decide which path I take The path I choose will be for humanity’s sake moreResolved Question: What kind of extracurricular activities for MEDICAL SCHOOL?
OK, so I know probably Yahoo answers is not the best place to ask but I have searched all over the internet and talked to my counselor and came up with nothing, so I'll give this a try. I want to apply to medical school. Right now I'm still a sophomore but I'm worried that I don't have enough extracurricular activities or experience that medical school is looking for. Here are a couple of things that I do: I volunteer to teach illiterate women coming from the Middle East, I am working on getting my certification as an EMT (so hopefully I can get a decent part-time job), and I work part-time at my school campus. I also write a lot in my spear time, usually short stories or poems but nothing special. What activities are good to put on my application or talk about in the interview? Just a few examples. And What activities from the above should I include? I appreciate your help moreResolved Question: Do you think what I'm doing is that bad and do you think the girl is/should be mad at me?
tomorrow is my good friend's bat mitzvah. She's not my best friend or anything but we sit at the same lunch table and have a lot of inside jokes and we're pretty close. I made her a special poem...But i cant go to her service. believe me, i feel SOOOOO bad, and i ALWAYS go to everyone's service. But I have my last soccer game tomorrow, and the one time it is on a saturday and not Sunday, it interferes with this bat mitzvah. its my last game and my parents are MAKING me go. lets call the bat mitzvah girl Danielle. Now this other girl, who im also really good friends with, lets call her Natalie, and shes going to the whole thing (shes not on my soccer team) was talking to our friend who is on the soccer team. so liz, the girl on the soccer team, was like Idk if i should go to the service or the soccer game. And i was like oh well im going to the soccer game. So then natalie goes TO LIZ "really? youre thinking about going to soccer? you would choose soccer over your friends?" and i was like kinda mad then...so i just said well i do feel really bad and want to go to the service but its my last game and my parents are making me (so really, i have no choice) but she just kept saying "friends before soccer friends before soccer!" i think she might be mad at me and shes probably gunna talk about it like "oh wow shes not going to her service" i love Natalie but its kind of pissing me off..i mean its not even her bat mitzvah! i already told Danielle that i feel bad, and she doesnt even seem to be mad. what do you think? im also afraid that Natalie thinks im skipping the service/luncheon because i just want to go to the party (i am going to the party, because its later and the game doesnt interfere with that part) do you think that im being mean by going to the game and not the service? I know its a very important day in her life, and as I've already told both Danielle and Natalie, I really do want to be there, but my parents won't let me. Also, our other friend has a soccer tournament that shes skipping to see the service, which makes me look even worse. but soccer tournaments arent as important as games....and this game tomorrow determines if we win 2nd place or not.. ughh what do you think? thanksJust to make clear: DANIELLE is the girl who is making her bat mitzvah, and she isnt mad at me. Natalie is the one who i think is mad at me. and oh yeah, for the past 3-4 weekends, Natalie has ditched us for her boyfriend... moreResolved Question: WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF MY COLLEGE APPLICATION ESSAY?
Throughout my school years, the awards and distinctions continued to accrue. I was singled out for my chart-making in fifth grade geography and awarded a special commendation for my Ode to Clio in the seventh grade “Muse Off” competition (losing the first prize, disgracefully, to a poem in which the word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite the clear evidence of my elevated abilities, I have repeatedly had to contend with the downward pull of my less motivated, focused, and frankly capable peers. It has been, to be perfectly honest, a great drain on my considerable energies to hold myself in check while the rest of the class offer various lame opinions on the failure of socialism or the causes of the Civil War. My private tutors have gone so far as to say that school has held me back, and even compromised my otherwise limitless potential. If it had not been for ninth grade geometry, for example, I might have already completed multi-variable calculus. Instead, poor teaching has done irreparable harm to what might otherwise have been one of the great mathematical minds of my generation. If it had not been for the closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, the voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would have received an appropriate showcase, rather than being relegated to the chorus. And had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would have been given my head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather than being forced to goose step alongside the granite-brained “students” in my class, every one of them headed down the road to general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my SAT scores of 320 Verbal, 340 Math, 270 Reading, and GPA of 0.5723 obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? Luckily, I have always known that it was my destiny to attend a first rate college or university. Only there will I finally meet and have the opportunity to exchange ideas with similarly brilliant and capable young people. How I yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger for knowledge, and ability to generate it! Only when we have shed the burden of those dead weights known, bizarrely, as our high school “peers” and “classmates”, will we emerge into the white light of real, searching knowledge. I am counting the days until the day of my enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me. moreVoting Question: What to get my girlfriend for her birthday?
My girlfriend's birthday is a little over 2 weeks away. We have been together for 7 months now and I am so in love with her. We are both in our twenties and I want to do something sweet for her. I do not have a big budget at the moment because I am currently unemployed. We were at barnes and noble a week ago and she mentioned how she wanted to start writing again and was really intrigued by their old-looking leather journals, so I was thinking getting her one and including a poem that I wrote for her on the inside front page or something? I'm not the best at these things but I want to make her feel special. thanks. :) She's also really into sex and the city, law and order, and she loves history and is a huge sports nut. moreVoting Question: How do I tell him I like him and want to be more than friends?
I like this guy that is from Guatemala just like Me! (well actually i was born in the U.S. but my family is from Central America/Guatemala) Anyways I really like him and I've heard from my best friends and friends and other people that he's really nice (We all go to the same church) And that he's really friendly! <3 I think he's really cute and hot. And not only that, I feel something special about knowing him. Me and him always smile at each other and flirt. Well sometimes I feel like we have those special moments where I really want to be his girlfriend! I know he likes me and someone told me that he said this: "i think it's more than just being friends". =) So I decided to tell him i like him and well I want to give him a note (there's a reason to that). I am in love with him. I wanted to ask you guy's what to write. I need to tell him as soon as possible!!!! p.s. I was wondering also if a poem in Spanish saying if he was my boyfriend i would love him the best? and also saying that if I were an astronaut i would take him to Pluto but since i'm a student i'll take him to my heart? Idk it makes better sense and rhymes in Spanish. Need advice and help!! pleez! I want to give the note thingy on Thursday! =) Thanks! =) moreResolved Question: THIS IS MY COLLEGE ESSAY, IS IT READY TO BE SENT TO COLLEGES?
Throughout my school years, the awards and distinctions continued to accrue. I was singled out for my chart-making in fifth grade geography and awarded a special commendation for my Ode to Clio in the seventh grade “Muse Off” competition (losing the first prize, disgracefully, to a poem in which the word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite the clear evidence of my elevated abilities, I have repeatedly had to contend with the downward pull of my less motivated, focused, and frankly capable peers. It has been, to be perfectly honest, a great drain on my considerable energies to hold myself in check while the rest of the class offer various lame opinions on the failure of socialism or the causes of the Civil War. My private tutors have gone so far as to say that school has held me back, and even compromised my otherwise limitless potential. If it had not been for ninth grade geometry, for example, I might have already completed multi-variable calculus. Instead, poor teaching has done irreparable harm to what might otherwise have been one of the great mathematical minds of my generation. If it had not been for the closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, the voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would have received an appropriate showcase, rather than being relegated to the chorus. And had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would have been given my head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather than being forced to goose step alongside the granite-brained “students” in my class, every one of them headed down the road to general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my SAT scores of 320 Verbal, 360 Math, 280 Reading, and GPA of 0.5732 obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? Luckily, I have always known that it was my destiny to attend a first rate college or university. Only there will I finally meet and have the opportunity to exchange ideas with similarly brilliant and capable young people. How I yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger for knowledge, and ability to generate it! Only when we have shed the burden of those dead weights known, bizarrely, as our high school “peers” and “classmates”, will we emerge into the white light of real, searching knowledge. I am counting the days until the day of my enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me. moreResolved Question: GOT REJECTED FROM EVERY COLLEGE I APPLIED TO, IS IT CAUSE OF MY ESSAY?
Prompt: Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you. Throughout my school years, the awards and distinctions continued to accrue. I was singled out for my chart-making in fifth grade geography and awarded a special commendation for my Ode to Clio in the seventh grade “Muse Off” competition (losing the first prize, disgracefully, to a poem in which the word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite the clear evidence of my elevated abilities, I have repeatedly had to contend with the downward pull of my less motivated, focused, and frankly capable peers. It has been, to be perfectly honest, a great drain on my considerable energies to hold myself in check while the rest of the class offer various lame opinions on the failure of socialism or the causes of the Civil War. My private tutors have gone so far as to say that school has held me back, and even compromised my otherwise limitless potential. If it had not been for ninth grade geometry, for example, I might have already completed multi-variable calculus. Instead, poor teaching has done irreparable harm to what might otherwise have been one of the great mathematical minds of my generation. If it had not been for the closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, the voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would have received an appropriate showcase, rather than being relegated to the chorus. And had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would have been given my head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather than being forced to goose step alongside the granite-brained “students” in my class, every one of them headed down the road to general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my SAT scores of 320 Verbal, 340 Math, 310 Writing and GPA of 0.7638 obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? Luckily, I have always known that it was my destiny to attend a first rate college or university. Only there will I finally meet and have the opportunity to exchange ideas with similarly brilliant and capable young people. How I yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger for knowledge, and ability to generate it! Only when we have shed the burden of those dead weights known, bizarrely, as our high school “peers” and “classmates”, will we emerge into the white light of real, searching knowledge. I am counting the days until the day of my enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me. moreTop Poem I Am Special Links
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