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DragonMistress

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Blacksmith

Posted August 31, '08 4:47pm UTC

First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.

Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:

It must fit the week's theme.
It must be submitted by the deadline.
It cannot have inappropriate language in it.
It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).

Also:

The poem must be created for this contest
A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)
Only one submission per user will be accepted

As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.

OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!

First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.\r\n\r\nOriginal rules, as stated by Ubertuna:\r\n\r\n[quote]It must fit the week's theme.\r\nIt must be submitted by the deadline.\r\nIt cannot have inappropriate language in it.\r\nIt cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).[/quote]\r\n\r\nAlso:\r\n\r\nThe poem must be created for this contest\r\nA user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)\r\nOnly one submission per user will be accepted\r\n\r\nAs we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the [url=http://armorgames.com/user/_poetry_]_Poetry_[/url] page.\r\n\r\n\r\nOK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!

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Drace

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Posted October 5, '08 11:25pm UTC

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
_____________

Make the reward to a pal, John Lennon, when I win.

Thanks.

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adrecka_33

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Peasant

Posted October 6, '08 3:55am UTC

Humm well I think Everyone has a good chance of wining, when is it going to be judged?

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jediboy277

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Peasant

Posted October 6, '08 5:27am UTC

living in a Utopia would be so great.
I wish I didn't have to wait.
in a perfect world with all evil gone,
I would be friends with a boy named John.
no guns, no bombs, no W.M.D.s,
In a world with prosperity and peace.
we would be perfect, and have no thoughts of evil.
we could do stunts and not break bones, like Mr. Kneevil.
although this poem won't make sense to some people,
it makes sense to me, and i can't find a word that rhymes with people.

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mvpguy22

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Peasant

Posted October 6, '08 7:36pm UTC

These are all really good. When is/was the cut-off?

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adrecka_33

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Peasant

Posted October 7, '08 11:07pm UTC

sorry i mean to say that anything that isnt before october 4 is past satrerday

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mvpguy22

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Peasant

Posted October 8, '08 12:11am UTC

Does anyone know who will be running this now since DragonMistress has resigned? I would hate to bug Carlie about it, but it is a plausible question.

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Carlie

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Blacksmith

Posted October 8, '08 5:16pm UTC

I will bring it up among the moderators, and hopefully we will be able to work something out =)

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mvpguy22

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Peasant

Posted October 8, '08 8:55pm UTC

lytnin~

everything is on DM's profile. Check it out if you have any questions.

Carlie~ Okay, that sounds like a good idea.

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mentorso123

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Jester

Posted October 8, '08 9:04pm UTC

yeah. I hope this can go on(even though i won't win)
I'll miss DM

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michaelh16

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Nomad

Posted October 9, '08 10:22pm UTC

whens the deadline? if this is too late well i tried.

a utopia, a place where people aren't too shy to ask someone out, or tell them "i love you"

Take Some Time and actuaâlly Read this

this is a GUY TALKIâNG.â.â.

â

ITS 7TH GRADEâ.â.â.

â

I stareâd at the girl next to me. She was my so calleâd "âbest frienâd"â.

â

I stareâd at her. Long,â silkyâ hair.â And I wisheâd she was mine.

â

But she didn'ât noticâe me like that.

â

I knew it

Afterâ classâ she walkeâd up to me
and askedâ me for the notesâ she had misseâd the day beforâe.

â

And I handeâd
them to her.â.â.â She said "âThankâs"â.â.â And gave me a kiss on the cheekâ.â.â.

â I
wanteâd to tell her.â.â.

â I want her to know that I don'ât want to be 'âjust
frienâds'â.â.â.â I love her but I'm too shy to tell her.â.â.

â And I don'ât know
why.â.â.

â

IT'S JUNIOâR YEAR.â.â.

â

My phoneâ rang.â.â.â On the otherâ end it was her.â.â.â She was in tearsâ.â.â.

â Mumblâing
on and on aboutâ how her love had brokeân her heartâ.â.â.

â She askedâ me to come
over becauâse she didn'ât want to be aloneâ.â.â.â So I did.â.â.

â As I sat next to her
on the sofa.â.â.â I stareâd at her soft eyes.â.â.â Wishiâng she was mine.â.â.

â Afterâ 2
hoursâ of a Drew Barryâmore movieâ and 3 bags of chipsâ.â.â.

â She decidâed to go
to sleepâ.â.â.â She lookeâd at me.. Said "âThankâs"â and gave me a kiss on the
cheekâ.â.â.â I wanteâd to tell her.â.â.â I want her to know.â.â.

â That I don'ât want to
be "âjust frienâds"â.â.â I love her but I'm too shy to tell her.â.â.

â And I don'ât
know why.â.â.

â

IT'S SENIOâR YEAR.â.â.

â

The day beforâe prom.â.â.â She walkeâd to my lockeâr.â.â.

â "My date is sick"â she
said.â.â.â He's not goingâ to go.â.â.â Well.â.â.

â I didn'ât have a date and in 7th
gradeâ.â.â.â We made a promiâse that if neiteâr of us had datesâ.â.â.

â We'd go
togetâher just as 'âbest frienâds'â.â.â.â And so we did.â.â.

â

IT'S PROM NIGHTâ.â.â.

â

Afterâ everyâthingâ was over with.â.â.â I was standâing at her frontâ door step.â.â.

â I
stareâd at her ... She smileâd at me.â.â.â I wanteâd her to be mine.â.â.

â But she
doesnâ'ât thinkâ of me like that.â.â.â And I know it.â.â.

â Then she said "I had the
best time.â.â.â Thankâs!â"â.â.â And she gave me a kiss on the cheekâ.â.â.

â I wanteâd to
tell her.â.â.â I wanteâd her to know that I don'ât want to be "âjust frienâds"â.

â

I
love her but I'm just too shy.â.â.â And I don'ât know why.â.â.

â

IT'S GRADUâATIONâ DAY.â.â.

â

A day passeâd.â.â.â And then a week.â.â.â And then a monthâ.â.â.

â Beforâe I couldâ
blinkâ.â.â.â It was graduâationâ day.â.â.â I watchâed her.â.â.â Perfeâct body.â.â.

â Floatâed
like an angelâ up on stageâ to get her diploâma.â.â.â I wanteâd her to be mine.

â

But she doesnâ'ât thinkâ of me that way.â.â.â And I know it.â.â.

â Beforâe everyâone
went home.â.â.â She came to me in her smockâ and hat.â.â.

â And criedâ as I huggeâd
her.â.â.

â Then she lifteâd her head from my shoulâders and said 'âyou'âre my best
frienâd'â.â.â.â "âThankâs!â"â.â.â.â And gave me a kiss on the cheekâ.â.â.

â I wanteâd to tell
her.â.â I wanteâd her to know that I wanteâd to be more than "âjust frienâds"â.â.

â I
love her but I'm too shy.â.â.â And I don'ât know why.â.â.

â

IT'S A FEW YEARSâ LATERâ.â.â.

â

Now I sit in the pews of the churcâh.â.â.

â A churcâh that she is gettiâng marriâed
in now.â.â.â I watchâed her say "I do" an driveâ off to her new life.â.â.

â Marriâed
to anothâer man.â.â.â I wanteâd her to be mine.â.â.

â But she didn'ât see me like
that.â.â.â And I knew it.â.â.â But beforâe she droveâ away.â.â.

â She came to me and
said "You came!â Thankâs"â.â.â.â And she kisseâd me on the cheekâ.â.â.

â I wanteâd to
tell her.â.â.â I wantdâ her to know that I didn'ât want to be "âjust frienâds"â.â.

â I
love her but I'm just too shy.â.â.â And I don'ât know why.â.â.

â

YEARSâ PASSEâD.â.â.

â

I lookeâd down at the coffiân of a girl who used to be my "âbest frienâd"â.

â

At
the serviâce they read a diaryâ entryâ she had wroteâ in her high schooâl
yearsâ.â.â.â This is what it said:â "I stareâ at him, Wishiâng he was mine.â.â.

â
But he doesnâ'ât noticâe me like that.â.â.â And I know it.â.â.

â I wanteâd to tell
him.â.â.â I wanteâd him to know.â That I don'ât want to be "âjust frienâds'â"â.â.

â I
love him but I'm just too shy.â.â.â And I don'ât know why.â.â.

â I wish he wouldâ
tell me he lovedâ me.. I wish I did too.â.â.

â I thougâht to myselâf and I
criedâ.â.â.

whens the deadline? if this is too late well i tried.\r\n\r\n\r\n a utopia, a place where people aren't too shy to ask someone out, or tell them "i love you"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nTake Some Time and actuaâ��lly Read this\r\n\r\nthis is a GUY TALKIâ��NG.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\nITS 7TH GRADEâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nI stareâ��d at the girl next to me. She was my so calleâ��d "â��best frienâ��d"â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI stareâ��d at her. Long,â�� silkyâ�� hair.â�� And I wisheâ��d she was mine.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nBut she didn'â��t noticâ��e me like that.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI knew it\r\n\r\n\r\nAfterâ�� classâ�� she walkeâ��d up to me\r\nand askedâ�� me for the notesâ�� she had misseâ��d the day beforâ��e.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nAnd I handeâ��d\r\nthem to her.â��.â��.â�� She said "â��Thankâ��s"â��.â��.â�� And gave me a kiss on the cheekâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I\r\nwanteâ��d to tell her.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I want her to know that I don'â��t want to be 'â��just\r\nfrienâ��ds'â��.â��.â��.â�� I love her but I'm too shy to tell her.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� And I don'â��t know\r\nwhy.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nIT'S JUNIOâ��R YEAR.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nMy phoneâ�� rang.â��.â��.â�� On the otherâ�� end it was her.â��.â��.â�� She was in tearsâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Mumblâ��ing\r\non and on aboutâ�� how her love had brokeâ��n her heartâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� She askedâ�� me to come\r\nover becauâ��se she didn'â��t want to be aloneâ��.â��.â��.â�� So I did.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� As I sat next to her\r\non the sofa.â��.â��.â�� I stareâ��d at her soft eyes.â��.â��.â�� Wishiâ��ng she was mine.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Afterâ�� 2\r\nhoursâ�� of a Drew Barryâ��more movieâ�� and 3 bags of chipsâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� She decidâ��ed to go\r\nto sleepâ��.â��.â��.â�� She lookeâ��d at me.. Said "â��Thankâ��s"â�� and gave me a kiss on the\r\ncheekâ��.â��.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d to tell her.â��.â��.â�� I want her to know.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� That I don'â��t want to\r\nbe "â��just frienâ��ds"â��.â��.â�� I love her but I'm too shy to tell her.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� And I don'â��t\r\nknow why.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nIT'S SENIOâ��R YEAR.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nThe day beforâ��e prom.â��.â��.â�� She walkeâ��d to my lockeâ��r.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� "My date is sick"â�� she\r\nsaid.â��.â��.â�� He's not goingâ�� to go.â��.â��.â�� Well.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I didn'â��t have a date and in 7th\r\ngradeâ��.â��.â��.â�� We made a promiâ��se that if neiteâ��r of us had datesâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� We'd go\r\ntogetâ��her just as 'â��best frienâ��ds'â��.â��.â��.â�� And so we did.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nIT'S PROM NIGHTâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nAfterâ�� everyâ��thingâ�� was over with.â��.â��.â�� I was standâ��ing at her frontâ�� door step.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I\r\nstareâ��d at her ... She smileâ��d at me.â��.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d her to be mine.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� But she\r\ndoesnâ��'â��t thinkâ�� of me like that.â��.â��.â�� And I know it.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Then she said "I had the\r\nbest time.â��.â��.â�� Thankâ��s!â��"â��.â��.â�� And she gave me a kiss on the cheekâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I wanteâ��d to\r\ntell her.â��.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d her to know that I don'â��t want to be "â��just frienâ��ds"â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI\r\nlove her but I'm just too shy.â��.â��.â�� And I don'â��t know why.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nIT'S GRADUâ��ATIONâ�� DAY.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nA day passeâ��d.â��.â��.â�� And then a week.â��.â��.â�� And then a monthâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Beforâ��e I couldâ��\r\nblinkâ��.â��.â��.â�� It was graduâ��ationâ�� day.â��.â��.â�� I watchâ��ed her.â��.â��.â�� Perfeâ��ct body.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Floatâ��ed\r\nlike an angelâ�� up on stageâ�� to get her diploâ��ma.â��.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d her to be mine.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nBut she doesnâ��'â��t thinkâ�� of me that way.â��.â��.â�� And I know it.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Beforâ��e everyâ��one\r\nwent home.â��.â��.â�� She came to me in her smockâ�� and hat.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� And criedâ�� as I huggeâ��d\r\nher.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Then she lifteâ��d her head from my shoulâ��ders and said 'â��you'â��re my best\r\nfrienâ��d'â��.â��.â��.â�� "â��Thankâ��s!â��"â��.â��.â��.â�� And gave me a kiss on the cheekâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I wanteâ��d to tell\r\nher.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d her to know that I wanteâ��d to be more than "â��just frienâ��ds"â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I\r\nlove her but I'm too shy.â��.â��.â�� And I don'â��t know why.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nIT'S A FEW YEARSâ�� LATERâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nNow I sit in the pews of the churcâ��h.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� A churcâ��h that she is gettiâ��ng marriâ��ed\r\nin now.â��.â��.â�� I watchâ��ed her say "I do" an driveâ�� off to her new life.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� Marriâ��ed\r\nto anothâ��er man.â��.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d her to be mine.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� But she didn'â��t see me like\r\nthat.â��.â��.â�� And I knew it.â��.â��.â�� But beforâ��e she droveâ�� away.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� She came to me and\r\nsaid "You came!â�� Thankâ��s"â��.â��.â��.â�� And she kisseâ��d me on the cheekâ��.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I wanteâ��d to\r\ntell her.â��.â��.â�� I wantdâ�� her to know that I didn'â��t want to be "â��just frienâ��ds"â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I\r\nlove her but I'm just too shy.â��.â��.â�� And I don'â��t know why.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nYEARSâ�� PASSEâ��D.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\nI lookeâ��d down at the coffiâ��n of a girl who used to be my "â��best frienâ��d"â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nAt\r\nthe serviâ��ce they read a diaryâ�� entryâ�� she had wroteâ�� in her high schooâ��l\r\nyearsâ��.â��.â��.â�� This is what it said:â�� "I stareâ�� at him, Wishiâ��ng he was mine.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ��\r\nBut he doesnâ��'â��t noticâ��e me like that.â��.â��.â�� And I know it.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I wanteâ��d to tell\r\nhim.â��.â��.â�� I wanteâ��d him to know.â�� That I don'â��t want to be "â��just frienâ��ds'â��"â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I\r\nlove him but I'm just too shy.â��.â��.â�� And I don'â��t know why.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I wish he wouldâ��\r\ntell me he lovedâ�� me.. I wish I did too.â��.â��.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nâ�� I thougâ��ht to myselâ��f and I\r\ncriedâ��.â��.â��.

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michaelh16

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Nomad

Posted October 9, '08 10:24pm UTC

ok, i copied that from my profile, so if your gonna judge it, please look to my profile and read it there, thnx.

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GreatestSoloEver

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Posted October 9, '08 10:33pm UTC

Down the road I go. I follow it until it ends. For down the road,is a place called home. Home is far away from this place. But by his grace,he leads me,more and more.

For when im done. I win the battle. I am home for once. A place I have never been. For while im here I talk to him. Down the road i go,to home is where I shall roam. A place called home.

I just typed the first thing that popped into my head.(Im not a deep person)

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michaelh16

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Nomad

Posted October 9, '08 11:12pm UTC

lol, id have to agree on that lmao, its funny in an annoyingish way lol

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Megamickel

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Peasant

Posted October 10, '08 8:12am UTC

Ah, good. This works.

Silver Lining

All clouds have a silver lining, or so it's been said.
But this world is covered by a cloud so dark, the lining can't be seen.
Yet we hold on.

Each and every day, men die. Men die for love, for freedom, and for God.
They suffer, and through them, we all suffer. We all mourn their loss.
Yet we carry on.

People have become so cruel, so cold, so distant, so untrustworthy.
We have lost touch with each other and with what makes us humans.
Yet we live on.

We hold on, we carry on, we live on because we strive for something more.
We simply have yet to find our place, our home, our surrender.
So we push on.

For there, in the distance, we can almost see - almost, not quite
Our end, our glorious home, the Kingdom of God.
And we run on.

Some will call it a mirage. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps not.
Yet if it is, then what have we to look forward to?
So we hold on.

We hold on to our silver lining.

Ah, good. This works.\r\n\r\n[b]Silver Lining[/b]\r\n\r\nAll clouds have a silver lining, or so it's been said.\r\nBut this world is covered by a cloud so dark, the lining can't be seen.\r\nYet we hold on.\r\n\r\nEach and every day, men die. Men die for love, for freedom, and for God.\r\nThey suffer, and through them, we all suffer. We all mourn their loss.\r\nYet we carry on.\r\n\r\nPeople have become so cruel, so cold, so distant, so untrustworthy.\r\nWe have lost touch with each other and with what makes us humans.\r\nYet we live on.\r\n\r\nWe hold on, we carry on, we live on because we strive for something more.\r\nWe simply have yet to find our place, our home, our surrender.\r\nSo we push on.\r\n\r\nFor there, in the distance, we can almost see - almost, not quite\r\nOur end, our glorious home, the Kingdom of God.\r\nAnd we run on.\r\n\r\nSome will call it a mirage. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps not.\r\nYet if it is, then what have we to look forward to?\r\nSo we hold on.\r\n\r\nWe hold on to our silver lining.

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kingryan

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Posted October 12, '08 9:54am UTC

I hope it is still Saturday...because my last pitch effort is coming....

Perfectness?

We search the world,
For a place that is ours.
A place that is perfect,
A place of powers.

But what is it,
That leads us astray?
What pulls us away,
From those perfect days?

The things in this world,
Seem violent and crude
We can't stop them,
Or else we seem rude.

But this place of Utopia,
Where all is good.
Is a place that we find,
When we don't think we could.

I found this place,
Just the other day,
Everything was good,
In every single way.

The girl I love,
Was right by my side.
And things were just happy,
I felt real good inside.

The flowers smiled,
and the trees did wave.
Everyone was happy,
And a puppy I did save.

But BANG!, what was that?
Something to break my fun?
It turned out what made that noise.
Was nothing short of a gun.

But a gun in my place,
Where no fear existed?
This didn't make sense,
But the noise it persisted.

It shot through my consciousness,
Stopping me dead.
And then I lay there,
In a pool of red.

It turned out you see,
That it all was a dream.
And that the gun was my alarm,
My perfect world had been ripped open by the seam.

I hope that that is ok....

KingRyan

I hope it is still Saturday...because my last pitch effort is coming....\r\n\r\n[b]Perfectness?[/b]\r\n\r\nWe search the world,\r\nFor a place that is ours.\r\nA place that is perfect,\r\nA place of powers.\r\n\r\nBut what is it,\r\nThat leads us astray?\r\nWhat pulls us away,\r\nFrom those perfect days?\r\n\r\nThe things in this world,\r\nSeem violent and crude\r\nWe can't stop them,\r\nOr else we seem rude.\r\n\r\nBut this place of Utopia,\r\nWhere all is good.\r\nIs a place that we find,\r\nWhen we don't think we could.\r\n\r\nI found this place,\r\nJust the other day,\r\nEverything was good,\r\nIn every single way.\r\n\r\nThe girl I love,\r\nWas right by my side.\r\nAnd things were just happy,\r\nI felt real good inside.\r\n\r\nThe flowers smiled,\r\nand the trees did wave.\r\nEveryone was happy,\r\nAnd a puppy I did save.\r\n\r\nBut [b]BANG![/b], what was that?\r\nSomething to break my fun?\r\nIt turned out what made that noise.\r\nWas nothing short of a gun.\r\n\r\nBut a gun in my place,\r\nWhere no fear existed?\r\nThis didn't make sense,\r\nBut the noise it persisted.\r\n\r\nIt shot through my consciousness,\r\nStopping me dead.\r\nAnd then I lay there,\r\nIn a pool of red.\r\n\r\nIt turned out you see,\r\nThat it all was a dream.\r\nAnd that the gun was my alarm,\r\nMy perfect world had been ripped open by the seam.\r\n\r\n\r\nI hope that that is ok....\r\n\r\nKingRyan

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