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Another way to lookWhen it is over, My children will be old, And their children will be powerful.Another way to look
When it is over, People may live
To be 100, but I will still Be past my expiry date.
When it is over, Some places, and animals And trees, and forests Will be memories.
When it is over, There will be no one Who remembers the wars, Sixty years old to begin with.
When it is over, People will still rob, And hurt, and hate, And make others do the same.
When it is over, People will still love, And smile, and cry
by ~sexyemu
Cell phones in FrenchShe answers the tiny phone. “Hello?” Silence “You can’t call me in class!” Silence “No, you really can’t call me in class.” Silence “No, I’m in French.” Silence “We’re doing a test.” Silence “What do you mean you’re–” Silence “You’re breaking up with me?” Silence “You can’t do this. I’m in class!” Silence She hangs up and storms out. Snickers follow an observation. “You know her phone didn’t ring, right?”Cell phones in French
by ~sexyemu
BreakupI can’t believe It was never really that It turned out so… Horrible. I always thought It was messy. She liked it. She never said Anything; I’d say anything to make him Stop. I thought she wanted me toBreakup
Go away. All I wanted was to leave so I Keep going. I took care of her when she was Left. I wanted to get away it was Sick. I’d make her chicken noodle soup; a bit Disgusting. He was always so Watery, but what can you do? Silent, even when he was talking I always asked how her day was He was cold, and &
by ~sexyemu
Buried The night the dog died wasn’t when the kids felt it. It was later, after we buried her. She was always so timeless that even as I hit forty, she seemed to have escaped the slow, painful process of aging. She could play forever with the kids, and I marveled at her stamina so much through the kitchen window, that I wouldn’t notice how much she was panting when she finally staggered in the door. Every summer, we all went camping. She slept tied up outside, and every morning we found her invariably tangled in her rope. &nbBuried
by ~sexyemu
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Spanish Wine III.He’s a jester, an actor, An entertainer Pulls the heart strings Attached to him and her, And that over-there girl. Receives a Laughing applause And then he’s off The one who needs To please Knows a little about all things, And keeps his secrets… Secret.Spanish Wine III.
[she sits among a crowded
audience and waits her turn to catch his oblivious focused eyes]
He’s a dancer, on top Of it all Steps his bare feet gracefully Between the aisles And seats Bows before his begging Spectators &nb
by ~Mrtoadswildride
Washed AwayThe sun it rises over empty horizons and dips, as it’s blown away And the clouds are gathering and the rain is showering as tomorrow turns into today washed away. Washed away.Washed Away
And as you sit here smiling as the world is dying and your face turns grey As you sit crossed legged as your fears are abated You nod, and begin to say “Washed away, Washed away.”
But alone you are crying and in groups you are lying “Tomorrow is just another day” And the beers your were drinking and the pot you were smoking were fri
by ~Oeshi
Freaking good devious journal entry (not!)deviantID
Devious Info
- Current Residence: You'd like to know, wouldn't you?... BC. Fine, you got it out of me.
- Interests: Writing, reading and TKD, and not those creepy people who want to know where i live.
- Favourite movie: too many, haven't seen 'em all.
- Favourite band or musician: again, too many, but I like lots of stuff: AFI, Santana, Beatles, Linkin Park...
- Favourite poet or writer: ee cummings
- MP3 player of choice: Man, I live back in the stone age of CD's
- Favourite game: Scrabble, or Trivial Pursuit, old fashioned board games, I know, I know.
- Favourite cartoon character: Puss in Boots, although technically, he's animated, but I still love him intensely
- Personal Quote: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. -CR to Pooh
- Tools of the Trade: I get tools?!
- Email: jazzy_punk@hotmail.com
- MSN: jazzy_punk@hotmail.com
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EMU!!!! It's the roaming lady bard!
But you're so inactive! Do something already! Post some poems, you bum! (the last two words courtesy of the wandering lady knight.)
R: Let's spam!
J: Why? What? My calculator has games, you know.
R: Games games games (to the tune of... uh... some hockey thing)
J: Grrr... Hockey... *Prepares to rant*.
R: Hey you're the one who brought it up.
J: Okay, I demand to finish at least ONE calculus question this block, so I'm going back to that now.
R: Who are you talking to?
J: Let's see... uh, maybe YOU?
R: I always need the last comment.
Nice quote. Now who do we know who forgets their own jokes... NOT-IT!
Happy Christmas!
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