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Post by Molly on Nov 11, 2006 20:25:17 GMT -4
I'm guessing this has to do with basketball? Or the suns losing?
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Post by ztejas on Nov 11, 2006 20:57:41 GMT -4
lol, no, just me remembering all my past failures and how God has used them to get me to where I am today.
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Post by Molly on Nov 11, 2006 21:02:28 GMT -4
Oh, well that makes better sense, i'm not good at that stuff, like I heard one poem that started off
"I am a zebra without my strips, and the subway is where I feel at one with myself."
My friend asks me "What's that suppose to mean?"
"He's on drugs dear."
And then my other friend blabbers on about how does not feel complete, but does when hes others places or somthing like that.
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Post by ztejas on Nov 11, 2006 22:22:42 GMT -4
Poetry can be confusing sometimes, but I understand what that poet is saying. I felt safer then ever on my first day of my current highschool, which is usually something that makes most people scared.
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Post by Molly on Nov 11, 2006 22:27:56 GMT -4
Gosh, I decided to only do Free Write poems, I can't rhyme very well.
And PSST! I PMed you a very... Special message.
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Post by Just Me on Feb 24, 2007 17:44:12 GMT -4
Forget
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Maybe it’s for the best, that I forget you. But something about it drives me, it drives me crazy every night.
And I wonder could I ever write a line, sad enough to make you cry? Or could I ever tell you something, that would put me out of your mind?
I pray to God every night, I pray for him to take it all away. I confess to many sins, but my one sad sin is trying to know you.
But knowledge is a knave thing, it leaves me feeling stupid. Knowledge leaves me bitter at night, and that bitterness is enough to try and forget you.
And you have no idea what you do to me, But every night I am reminded. And remembering you hurts me, It hurts me on the inside.
I pray to God every night, I pray for him to take it all away. I confess to many sins, But my one sad sin is trying to know you.
And I wonder could I ever write a line, sad enough to make you cry? Or could I ever tell you something, that would put me out of your mind?
God I hope not, Seeing you cry is enough to make me. And I’ve hoped more than anything, to be free from my memory of you.
And God I hope not, Seeing you cry is enough to make me. And I’ve hoped more than anything, to be free from my memory of you.
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