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Oct 21, 2004 3:28:58 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Oct 21, 2004 3:28:58 GMT -5
that's really nice sryan... *COUGH* ok anyway, JENNI you love someone don't you? that's why all your poems are about love! huh? who is it? HA!
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Oct 21, 2004 14:33:00 GMT -5
Post by Smart1 on Oct 21, 2004 14:33:00 GMT -5
It's me.
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Oct 23, 2004 1:17:03 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Oct 23, 2004 1:17:03 GMT -5
heh funni *cough* nope my poemies are about no1 there juss feelings other people might feel
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Oct 23, 2004 6:22:07 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Oct 23, 2004 6:22:07 GMT -5
riighhtt
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Oct 24, 2004 6:42:12 GMT -5
Post by Smart1 on Oct 24, 2004 6:42:12 GMT -5
Yes, ditto. Only, I'd add more of a "vrooming" sound to it. Ya know, like this:
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiight...
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Oct 31, 2004 2:58:03 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Oct 31, 2004 2:58:03 GMT -5
haha u two are dorks
ok i juss made some random quotes (mixed emotions ryte now)
heart shattred in pecies, knowing that u never cared
these tears never stoped since the day u caused them
Broken cuz of one reason and dat's u
Don't think ur making me happy cuz all ur doin is makin me cry
Life is perfect once u find the one u love
If life were a fairytale i would never have been so hurt
will my prince ever know how i feel bout him?
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Oct 31, 2004 4:03:39 GMT -5
Post by Empress Kitty on Oct 31, 2004 4:03:39 GMT -5
Here's a poem that I lovingly titled "Lysette". ;D
A girl named Lysette was playing in the park When all of a sudden, it became very dark. She realized at once that she needed to go home When into the lake fell her treasured comb.
The comb had been given to her by her mother. She knew that she could never get another. She reached for the comb and fell in head-first. Now, you must by now be expecting the worst.
When she fell in, she made hardly a sound. Yes, it is true, that night she drowned.
A professor came by the very next day. He found poor Lysette and took her away. He worked hard on her, and after many tries, A tired Lysette finally opened her eyes.
The professor told her that he had found her in the water. He also told her he had always wanted a daughter. Lysette, in her hands, held her aching head. Her heart was broken to hear that she was dead.
In the day, she would sulk, and at night, she would walk. She soon found a boy that she would absent-mindedly stalk. He was youthful and handsome and how his eyes would shine! Lysette would think to herself, "Oh, I wish he were mine."
One starry night, she went to his house. Through his open window, she snuck in like a mouse. She looked around his room and found him in bed. She bent over him slowly and quietly said, "For so long now, I've want to give you this." She bent closer to him and gave him a kiss.
This woke the boy up and he was surprised to see A girl who looked dead kissing him quietly. He screamed, and a man came in to save his son. Grasped in his hands was a scary-looking gun.
He shot at Lysette and got her in the head. (Lucky for her, she was already dead.) She jumped ou the window and landed hard on the ground. She really wished now that she had never drowned.
Her father was looking for her, and he found her upset. He asked with concern, "What's wrong, dear Lysette?" Lysette whispered, "A boy," and said nothing more. Her father realized that she feelings that were sore.
He took her home and laid her in bed, Carefully removing the bullet from her head. He worked on her again so that she would never be hurt by love, But only because he loved her and thought she was sent from above.
A blessing for him and a curse on her part, If she ever falls in love, pain tears through her heart.
THE END! I was in a Tim Burton mood when I wrote this...It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, I know. ;D
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Oct 31, 2004 5:54:06 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Oct 31, 2004 5:54:06 GMT -5
dat's sad ...
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Nov 3, 2004 1:42:49 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Nov 3, 2004 1:42:49 GMT -5
dododo i madey another oney
I love you but it's summthin that you can't know, we're like best friends but that's all. You've never though of me more then that n i can tell that you never will. Maybe i should tell you how i feel but im juss to scared to know how you'll feel cuz i would never want to loose you as a friend juss cuz i think of u more.
so... wutcha think??
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Nov 3, 2004 2:01:06 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Nov 3, 2004 2:01:06 GMT -5
o o o made up another one hehe...
Your breaking my heart, you love another girl. Maybe i should tell you how i feel n then you'll tell me dat you feel the sameway. ok, i know that won't happen but can i not dream? cuz jss thinking that you could love me is enough for me to keep living in this world that i do.
wut do u think bout this one?? it's kinda da same to da other one i juss wrote.
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Nov 3, 2004 4:56:45 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Nov 3, 2004 4:56:45 GMT -5
jenniiiiii you love too much!
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Nov 3, 2004 5:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Nov 3, 2004 5:24:26 GMT -5
hehe what's wrong with dat?
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Nov 3, 2004 5:38:32 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Nov 3, 2004 5:38:32 GMT -5
love is sooo mushy!
my dreams are full of nothing, it's just one big blob. i thought that i was a something, but i'm a nothing and that is all. all my 'weird' clothes are nothing, it was just took a little kniting. it seems like i cry every single night, so i just want to die. when i think about my future, nothing matters any more. i'm in my lalaland, but it doesn't exist any more. i have to go now, i have said enough. good bye.
bye!
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Nov 4, 2004 5:23:51 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Nov 4, 2004 5:23:51 GMT -5
love is'nt mushy... it's one of da best things ever but at da same time evil... hehe
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Nov 5, 2004 4:46:40 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Nov 5, 2004 4:46:40 GMT -5
have you even been in love, jenni? you told me that you NEVER liked anyone.
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