RGoodbye Earth.
The Old Man and the SubwayThe man was old by anyone's standards. He could have easily been my father's father-- this was just from looking at him, of course. I don't know how old he actually was. I'd estimate ninety-five. Yes, ninety-five seems right.The Old Man and the Subway
He carried himself like an old person, too. Entering the train that late at night, any young person could have had the excuse that they were drunk-- but this man lookd as if a drop of alcohol would kill him on the spot. No, the limp, the stagger, the slowness of movement-- it was age, no doubt about it.
He sat down directly across from me, the side closest to the platform, and looked at his feet
Track Two: Les OsLaura sat on the edge of her bed, absent-mindedly chewing on her fingernail. She was tired of waiting for him, tired of sitting on the edge of her bed, as she was doing now, waiting for news of a man that would not come. Laura had been waiting for twenty years, twenty years of biting her fingernails until they bled, until she begged for everything to stop, to end, for this half-life of hers to be over, once and for all. But he never came home. He was still out there, lost in the endless sea of wide, green, grass that surrounded their city. Sometimes Laura wondered why she waited. What was the point? She asked herself on occasion. She coTrack Two: Les Os
Jason and the ArgonautsSing in me Muse, and through me tell the story Of that hero, the first hero in all the world To quest far and wide, With wits and strength to match that title, And of the Golden Fleece, which many quested for But only one restored. He traveled to the ends of the Earth Searching for the ultimate prize, That gift of the Gods, a golden ram's fleece Which could make a man king If he so desired. That man was Jason, And the king he sought to usurp was Pelias, And the journey he quested is legend. He and his men passed by women that kill And rocks that clash, and theJason and the Argonauts
EuthanasiaIt's their eyes that get me. Every day, watching me with their small, sad eyes, staring up at me, waiting for the forever darkness. The long, cold, darkness.Euthanasia
I work in a small room, about eight by ten, barely big enough to hold the table. Sometimes I see the table in my dreams. One second with my head on the pillow and I'm out like a light, leaving for the windowless box on rosy wings. Some nights, I'm sitting on the chair next to the table. Others, I'm leaning on the chair, my eyes on the door, waiting. Still others, it's me lying on the table, looking up into the blank eyes of the killer as they move their hand closer and close
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Haha! Got you with a DA snow ball!
It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2005-2006 !!!!
One rule to this game.... You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you!
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
See you at school.
-LESLIE
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I love that sound,
So give me one more line
~Jen
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the turtle wished that it could fly
really high into the sky
over rooftops and then dive
into the sea~ <3 !
~Jen
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the turtle wished that it could fly
really high into the sky
over rooftops and then dive
into the sea~ <3 !
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
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