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| 03:04pm 21/11/2005 |
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The Power Of Love
You talk to me,
like no one has ever before
You look into my eyes,
and I melt inside.
Your hold on me,
is as strong as a hard piece of candy.
Cuddling with you,
makes my stomach have butterflies in it.
Your smile,
lightens up my day.
Your kisses,
taste like sweet sugar...addicting.
Your hugs and kisses,
make me feel loved.
My heart is yours to keep.
But please don’t break it,
for you will see me weep.
I love you baby,
Now and Forever. |
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| New Story |
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| 02:36pm 26/10/2005 |
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mood:  calm
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I wrote this piece while I was staring at a cherry!
Down In Life
My world, as I knew it is like a big, round, fat bubble. Until one day he came and popped it, like someone popping a virgin’s cherry. He has always been there for me. My safety net, my everything! The day he popped my world is the day that I will never forget.
I told him that I was sorry I ended our relationship, but that I knew that I was in the wrong. I miss him everyday in every way, shape, and form. I begged him to take me back, as one would beg for their life. He looked me straight in my eyes and told me he couldn’t do it again. And I respect that, I truly do. However, he had tears running down his cheeks. He even stopped to think before he said no. If he hurts so much to cry (something he doesn’t do at all), then why did he just say no?
Five years we had been together on and off. Five years! I love him with all my heart, with my everything. I felt emotionally raped by all that had happened. The whole weekend he held me like he had never held me before. His kisses were sweeter, then the last time I had remembered. His hugs were ever so helpful to ease my pains. And the cherry bomb moments were bitter sweet. I thought we would be “us” again. That day however, he popped my bubbled world like someone pops a virgin’s cherry. |
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| True Love Always |
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| 02:35pm 26/10/2005 |
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mood:  depressed
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Love only come once in your life.
You came around early,
in my young life.
How did I know,
you would become the most important thing to me.
How was I suppose to prepare for that?
Which makes me know I was in the wrong.
How could I have let you go,
without facing how I truly felt.
I hate show how I really feel.
You on the other hand,
saw right though me.
You make me want to be a better person.
You show your true emotions all the time.
Our whole life is in each others arms.
Please don't leave me.
I am sorry for my mistakes.
Just forgive me and lets start over.
One look and you melt my heart way.
Three little words and I turn into jello.
I love you with my whole heart.
I love you always,
I love you forever,
You complete me! |
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| My short short |
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| 07:47pm 31/08/2005 |
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mood:  content
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Short, Short: Dyslexia
“You can’t read?!” was a normal response whenever I told someone I was dyslexic. “No! I can read, I just have troubles with understanding words” was what I always said. I knew I was telling myself that more than anything else.
Even since I was in elementary school, I knew I was learning differently from everyone else. I felt self conscious about the whole issue. I would be pulled out of the classroom daily, to work on what they called “my problem.” Everyone would watch me as I left the room, making me feel embarrassed. I wanted to be with my friends, I didn’t want to be different.
Things only got worst as the years went by. I began to act out a little bit and stopping doing my homework. My self-esteem was going down like the Titanic. I was dumb, I was told I was dumb! What powers your peers to say stuff like that to you?! It only makes you feel worst. I went into a black hole. I became a loner and with drawn from all activities. My life as I knew it, was horrible. That was until I met her.
She, was Ms. Wilkinson the best teacher I had ever had in my whole life. She never pulled me out of class. She simply asked me when I want to come, and gave me a pass. We worked together one-on-one on everything. My self-esteem went up, my grades went up, and my social life went up too. She and I had a wonderful relationship. We met when I was in the sixth grade and our relationship is still going strong. However, we don’t talk as much as we used to, but we do still talk every once in a while.
After working and being with her everyday, I became the person I am today. Though there were other people that helped too, but she helped me more then she’ll ever know. Bright, witty, silly, loves to write, sings, talks, and above all dyslexic. This makes me, me. |
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| 3 out of 3 |
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| 03:58pm 21/08/2005 |
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mood:  thoughtful music: Rub One Out by Whoa!
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Last one for now...
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| 09:29am 21/08/2005 |
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mood:  curious music: If I Die Tomorrow by Montly Crue
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Here is the second one. Once again read with caution! You need to be mature when reading it!
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| 08:45pm 20/08/2005 |
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mood:  cynical music: The Game by Disturbed
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This story I wrote over the summer on my lap top, but had no internet, so here it is.
Word of caution: I rate this (and the other 2) a R. And you will find out why. Not good for children under 17 lol! Any who, enjoy!
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| Final Poem Project |
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| 10:44pm 27/04/2005 |
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mood:  sleepy music: Hit That by OffSpring
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Here is my Final Poem Project! Enjoy
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| This is a Poem by Wendy Cope |
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| 11:17am 18/04/2005 |
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mood:  hyper music: Next Ex Girlfriend by Bowling For Soup
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I know that this is suppose to be all of my writings but this is so funny. My Creative Writing Prof, read it to us it class. It is so great. Hope you enjoy :)
Reading Scheme
By: Wendy Cope
Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun.
Jane has a big doll. Peter has a ball.
Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!
Here is Mummy. She has baked a bun.
Here is the milkman. He has come to call.
Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun
Go Peter! Go Jane! Come, milkman, come!
The milkman likes Mummy. She likes them all
Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!
Here are the curtains. They shut out the sun.
Let us peep! On tiptoe Jane! You are small!
Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun.
I hear a car, Jane. The milkman looks glum.
Here is Daddy in his car. Daddy is tall.
Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!
Daddy looks very cross. has he a gun?
Up milkman! Up milkman! Over the wall!
Here is Jane. They like fun.
Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run! |
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| Wonders of The World |
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| 10:10am 18/04/2005 |
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mood:  crazy
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Wonders of The World
I wonder my child,
why is it you love to lay,
under that great oak tree?
I wonder my child,
what would that jay say,
under that great oak tree?
I wonder my child,
why not go down to the bay,
and not under that great oak tree?
I wonder my child,
why this is the way,
under that great oak tree?
I wonder my child,
what is the world like today,
under this great oak tree?
Why let the world get you down,
when they say it is the best time
This I wonder my child,
under that great oak tree. |
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| Final.... |
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| 12:54pm 17/04/2005 |
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mood:  ecstatic music: What is Like by Everlast
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This is the story I have been working on for about 3 months! I think it turned out just the way I wanted it. Hope you enjoy!
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| New Poem |
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| 06:26pm 13/04/2005 |
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mood:  sick
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Love
Does your significant other,
grab your hand and show you the world?
Do they whisper sweet nothings,
into your eye, just because?
Then it’s love!
Do they tell you look great,
even when you know you don’t?
Do they buy you little gifts,
because they felt like it?
Then it’s love!
Every time they touch you,
do you get goose bumps or butterflies?
Do you look into their ears,
and see your whole world shining back at you?
Then it’s love ! |
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| My Free Style Poem |
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| 10:26pm 04/04/2005 |
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mood:  creative
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Inner Peace
They sit upon the green grass,
looking up at the blue sky.
Soaking up the sun’s rays,
like it was their whole life.
Wishing that they would never,
have to leave this place of beauty.
Wishing that the world would just stop,
for at lease one moment.
To let the human population,
take a picture and soak it all in.
To breath the clean crip air,
that floats around, and gives life to so many.
To put hatred aside,
for one last look,
before the beauty falls away. |
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| My Short Story |
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| 01:10pm 04/04/2005 |
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mood: ecstatic
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Just to let you all know, I wrote this for class, and I have decided to contuine it. So look for the other stories dealing with these characters. Hope you like it!
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| Wrote over Easter Break |
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| 07:51pm 29/03/2005 |
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mood: calm
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Just a little background info...
I wrote it over Easter Break, and it is the first copy of it. There is most likely spelling and grammer errors. How you like the story :)!
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| New Story... |
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| 08:53pm 22/03/2005 |
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mood:  sore music: God Is A DJ by Pink
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Let me just give some back ground for this story. My creative writing teacher gave us an assignment and it is about two lovers meaning secretly. The catch is that the story is to be written using as much, if not all in dialogue. So this is what came out in the end. Hope you enjoy.
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| Wrote this one over Spring Break |
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| 07:18pm 13/03/2005 |
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mood: chipper
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Two Of A Kind
By: Lauren Jewell Sroka
There she sat at the computer, where she sat most nights to relax. Each night she listened to music and played games on the internet. There was a time when I had disliked her, but what can I say she was my mother after all.
Here I am on another break from college, and she was still the same old mom. I after all had changed. I am not sure what was different about me, but I know that I was. She had and my father had told me one time soon after I had gone to college. She and I happened to get along much better since I went away to school. Maybe it was the fact that I finally knew what she went though all these years with me, my sister, and my brother. But mainly me. I finally saw and hear how hard being a mother is.
When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a learning disability called Dyslexia. I hated school at the that time. My mom told me how hard it was to get me to do any of my homework. And to tell you the truth, I really don’t remember any of that. I knew that I hated school, but I don’t remember how hard it was for me. I think that I some how blocked that all out of my head. I didn’t and don’t want to remember any of it.
Middle School wasn’t any easier either. At lease not my sixth grade year. But my seventh and eighth grade year were easier. For my school work and homework that is. I still didn’t have a lot of friends. I mean everyone knew who I was, but everyone would like the start rumors about me and things of that nature. My mother was by my side for all that too. I didn’t understand any thing, I didn’t know why these girls were so rude and mean to me. My mother told me time and time again, that I was just too nice. I used to think, that you are suppose to be nice to everyone. So I fought with my mother over this issue, until one day I woke up.
I was in high school when that happened. I was tired of always taking back the same people over and over again. I was so dumb, they treated me like crap time and time again. My mother still stood by my side. I wanted to ask her why? But then again I already knew that answer. No matter what happened, she loved me for me. She was the one that helped me do my homework, study for a test, was the shoulder I cried on when I got dumped by a boy, was there when some girls decided to make my life a living hell. She helped me when I was sick, she was my taxi driver, the formal dress shopper, the latest tend spotter. She was my everything. She was my friend, my mother, my mommy, my mom.
Without this woman, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. She means the world to me, if anything would ever happen to her I would just die. People say that I look just like her, I just smile and say thanks. When I tell her that she laughs and says something like “oh you poor child.” I just tell her that I know now that I am going to look really good when I get older. To you mom, I am the young woman I am today. |
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