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XxForever.BrokenxX Senior Member
since 2008-01-20
Posts 891Neverland 
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I Am restless and weak I wonder who really cares I Hear nothing but silence I see into the darkness I want truth from these lyrics I am restless and weak I pretend everything's fine I feel empty inside I touch frigid air around me I worry that tomorrow she'll be gone I cry because this pressure is too much I am restless and weak I understand you're hurting I say it all the time I dream of happy endings I try to be strong I hope dreams come true I am restless and weak {~~*~~} ________________________________________ Fill in the blanks: I Am (two characteristics)_____________. I wonder (what you actually wonder)________. I Hear (whatever you just heard)___________. I see (what you see)___________________. I want(whatever you like,be random!)______. I am (restate the begining of the poem)_____. I pretend (everybody pretends,What do you?)_____. I feel (what do you feel?)____________________. I touch (what you just touched)________________. I worry (what your worried about)______________. I cry (why you cry and not) __________________________. I am___________________________________. I understand (what you understand)_______________. I say (what do you say alot)___________________. I dream (what you dream of)__________________. I try (what you try to do)_______________________. I hope (what you hope everyday)________________. I am ____________________________________. Emmalee Janelle |
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moonbeam
since 2005-12-24
Posts 2356 |
Nice idea Emily  - Now try taking it away from yourself a bit like this: I am a plain earthernware vase glazed in stippled sage I wonder when I will crack I hear the swish of my lady's gown as she passes I see her porcelain fingers arrange fresh freishas I want to be fine Ming for a day I am a plain earthernware vase glazed in stippled sage I pretend I can succour these flowers for ever I feel the soft scrape of bleeding stems I touch people with my fountain of colour I worry that my waters will run dry I cry when the freishas are pale and perfumeless I am a plain earthernware vase glazed in stippled sage I understand the pain of separation I say everything with flowers I dream of draping my curves in silk I try to stay in the background I hope for my lady's touch and the blessing of fresh water I am a plain earthernware vase glazed in stippled sage |
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punkrockerrobin
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
VERY AWESOME I WILL HAVE TO TRY THAT I'm lost and going nowhere i need help to find my way |
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GothicCherry Member
since 2008-09-16
Posts 471TN |
HaHa!! Ironic...I just did one of these for my English teacher not long ago... |
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freeand2sexy Senior Member
since 2008-09-12
Posts 704CA, USA |
I had to write one of these in my AP Spanish class. I might try it again, but this time in English. "Do you smell it? That smell. A kind of smelly smell. |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
Nicely done Emily. It's been eight years since I've seen one of these. |
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