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  1. A love poem

    My heart is completely surrendered to you.
    What is there left in this world for me now,
    But to love you?
    I have never known peace until I heard your name.
    I have not known love until you claimed my heart,
    I have not known love until you asked me for my own.
    My heart is completely surrenderd to you,
    My every breath in this life is for you.
    I am lost in a circle, but my eyes now can discern what is true;
    For my whole life spent in illusion, ...
  2. CLUE Oct. 22 08

    by , 10-22-2008 at 05:31 PM (High School)
    Well, today was a bit better than yesterday. My friend (I shall name him ragamuffin) ragamuffin paid me a buck 50 to up his grade 1 pt on homework, so he got a 69(yes, very ironic) Thus providing me with lunch money for later. Mrs. S for warned me off my board-game project due in two days... It would probably be smart to start, don't you agree?

    We went over our diagramming sentences test. I failed admirably. Half the class talked with Mrs. S over their SS, the other half(my half) ...
  3. Baritone

    by , 10-22-2008 at 05:18 PM (High School)
    All right, for those of you who don't know me(everyone) i'll go into a little detail of my band experience.

    I started last year (8th grade) playing Trumpet. I quickly surpassed the rest of my group, and went on to play in our Honor Band and with the rest of my grade in our concerts.

    So, this year, in our first semester(we have 6) I played 1st trumpet, 2nd chair(blasted seniors) Well, we have 10 trumpets(not including me) so we were just a little full(exaggeration) So, ...
  4. Pictures Posted!

    by , 10-22-2008 at 04:29 PM (Diary Of A Shadow)
    Look at my profile picture or my picture album.
  5. pessimism

    i feel like my heart's sinking to the bottom of my hopes
    as i lose my faith to the peopole around me
    the good and the bad
    cause in the end they all turn out to be the same
    pretty much the same
    we are the same
    all mean feelings dressed up in bright smiles
    this is what we really are
    we are the roses with the thorns
    we are the angels with the dirty hands and the broken wings
    though we were never given real wings

    i ...

    Updated 10-29-2008 at 08:15 AM by maraki16

    (nearly) poems