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Name; Shannon
Age; Old enough to
be here right now.
sex; No thank you.
Favorite-
color; Sunset
Number; 187
Animal; Humans
Food; Mexicans
book; Alice in Wonderland

Hobbies; Staring into the Distance, Acting when not on a stage, randomly bursting into song, Reading In the Shower, Inventing new "worty dirds". (Dirty words)

Flaws; Too long to list.

What could you improve on?;
Everything but Reading Manga, and eating. Because i am the master of those particular arts.

Occupation; To defy expectations.

Where do you see yourself in five years?;
Remembering answering this question.

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SHANNON LAKE

ATTENTION. I just reached 69 posts. This is the 70th. that is all.

xCongratulations! I like your poetry, some are quirky but others are sensitive.x

My English teacher made us take poetry notes today, so instead, i did something productive and wrote poetry. Here's a few.

The sun beats down,
On a barren ground,
yet brings warmth upon,
an open quiet pond.

Sometimes it Moves too quickly,
Sometimes, it drags by,
and Time seems to slow,
but some times, it will fly.

A four line Stanza is called a Quatrain.

A two line stanza is a couplet.

Even dull grey days,
will always end in a fiery blaze

I did learn something!
(yeah, That if you reset the browser, all your work is gone)

You may build a wall,
a hundred-and-one feet tall,
that goes farther both ways,
than forever and a day,
between us two,
You may build this, it's true,
but i will never fail to reach you.

I don't go over,
I cant go under,
never will i go through,
but i can still get to you.

and it's because,
of your love.

I'm on your mind,
you can't escape it.
I'm in your heart,
I'll never break it.

That's why i'm always with you,
and why obstacles cannot stop me.
I could be a thousand miles away,
and still be around when you want me.

It's like, no one reads my poems.
with no feed back it's kinda hard to tell.
Please! COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED :P
I want to hear the voice of the people!
I don't want to think that i'm alone here, and that everyone else is off playing WOW.

I once knew happiness,
when i knew you;
But then you were consumed,
and i was too.
Even now ,
I'm Gnawed on by Guilt,
and Swallowed by Sorrow.
The same today, as it will be tomorrow.
and Yet, the beast that eats me most, is Regret,
for reasons which i, will never forget.
and day after day, I am eaten away,
by the deamons i can scarcely keep at bay.

A shadowed ghost,
fills an emptied host,
and the darkest shade
comes from a voided grave.
---
sing me a song about love,
cause that's my favorite word,
Sing to me from above,
and i'll sing back what I've heard,
And you'll be the dove
like a faithful mocking bird.
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I listen and pray,
that maybe one day,
I may be able stop you from crying.

I wish to help in some way,
To keep your troubles at bay,
but that would hurt you by lying.

But, I wish I could say,
Of within me the fray,
that simply stops me from trying.

I'm sorry, but there are some errors that went unnoticed when i originally posted them.They are as follows.

This line:
you'll be a dove
and me like a faithful mocking bird

and just cut out the middle section of the third poem.
it's supposed to go:

I listen and pray,
that maybe one day,
I may be able stop you from crying.

But, I wish I could say,
Of within me the fray,
that simply stops me from trying.

Hi. Mornin' You there?
huh...
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Where did everybody go?
Where did you,
go off to?
and how am I supposed to know?
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You've left my thread all alone,
And Now it's bare,
Cause you're not here,
And you're the only warmth I've ever known.

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But just leave me be,
That's what you've done,
So why should you think to stop?
but Don't you see?
You've already won,
in the battle to make me drop.
So come back to me,
All and one,
And don't just leave me to rot!
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Last Chance!
Last Time!
Last Call!
for all,
to come and see me,
before I fall...
Last Chance!
Last Time!
to read my every single rhyme,
Of what's left,
that i can call mine,
and I'm running out of time,
so... This is the,
Last Chance!
To see the words dance,
Poetry with rhythm,
creates an ambiance,
last chance, before I
c9ll the ambulance.

( If you mispronounce ambiance, then it should rhyme.)
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Come on!
comment,
Show yourself!
don't hide,
and let some one else,
cause trust me,
no one's coming,
and no one's posting,
unless you do.
Because,
you are someone too.
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