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[daisydog789]

I wrote this myself

I feel like crying my life to tears,
I am not popular to any of my peers,
My life is filled with many fears,
I feel like crying my life to tears.

The guy I like knows nothing about me,
He's popular,cute,and has girlfriends of many.
I'm tall,ugly,and am not popular,don't you see?,
I feel like crying my life to tears.

This poem is over and so is my life,dreams are broken,and all my might,
I feel like cry my life to tears.

[cutie_princess2]

Here is a story i wrote, last year, for my teacher.

Singing In The Rain.

FOR:

Mrs. Jones

There was a girl, a long time ago, who was allays very cheerful. She fell down a lot, put even though she was harmed, she just got up, and skipped along, happily. Her name was Alice. Alice danced in the sun, and danced in the sn-ow, but it wasn’t until her ninth birthday, that she danced in the rain.
It was her birthday, and unfortunately, rai-ning. “Mom?” she said. “What is it Alice?” her mom said. “Do you think the sun will shine to-day?” Alice said, sadly “I don’t know about literarily, but you could make it shine your self,” said her mother.

Alice thought, and thought, and thought. Then, she knew what to do. “Mom-my?” she said, “May I go outside?” Her mom nodded and said, “Put your jacket on before you go.” And so, Alice jumped outside, danced around, and sang as loud as she could, “I’M SINGING IN THE RAIN, JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN! JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN, WHAT A GLORIEOUS FEELING, I’M HAAAPPY AGAIN!” And repeated it over and over again.

Lots of kids saw her, and came outside with her. They were all chanting the song, and dancing happily. Alice made the sun shine for everyone that day. Most of the kids had to go in early, because there parents worried they would get a cold. Alice’s parents didn’t worry. They didn’t think water could hurt anyone.

And so, whenever it rained, Alice jumped outside, and sang. She danced with all her new friends. Her best friend there was a boy named Tom. He was already her friend before. They met in first grade, and were in the same class in second and third.

Everyone was so happy when it rained now. Every time that it rained Alice came outside to sing and dance.

Usually Alice and Tom were the last ones outside. By this time, they would usually swing each other around, and around while singing. They would go faster and faster, until someone fell. Then they would sing the song one more time, and go inside.

One day, it was raining, and not only was it Alice’s tenth birthday. Alice was very sick. It started as a cold, after being in the rain so much. Then, it turned into a one hundred point one fever. She had a sore throat, and a head ache. She felt so terrible. For once, she did not smile. No one did. No one was outside cheering up the neighborhood. Tom called Alice. Alice told him what happened. Tom felt sorry for his friend.

When he was done on the phone, he thought of a way to cheer her up. Then, he knew what to do. “Dad?” he asked “may I go outside?” His dad nodded his head. So Tom went out side, and called out as loud as he could: I’M SINGING I THE RAIN, JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN, WHAT A GLORIEOUS FEELING, I’M HAAAAAAAAAAPY AGAN!!! And danced. All the kids saw him, and came outside to. Tom had cheered up the neighborhood, and Alice, who was watching from her window.

[Cutebabygirl1]

I wrote this my self and its called The lake of tears

When I go outside to get my friends
I see this lake that i cryed and cryed in..
its filled with tears that was pass down
from year to year... I rember telling
my friend .. and she did the same..

When i look in the lake I started to cry.. cuz
my great great grandmother died in the pond..



Theres stil more.. And this is a NOT REAL poem

[cwer]

Please, PLEASE dont take it! I worked hard on it. (Remeber to rate on a scale from 1 is the worst and 10 is the best!)

(PS: the red words, are our required words we have to use. Just dont mind them.....)

First Man On The Moon

The Neil Armstrong Space Diary

Day 1- Orbiting the earth– Whew, talk about Houston we have a problem! Ya’ don’t find yourself in space very often. This may seem exciting, but it’s scary. You heard it, this is scary! The mission is incredibly dangerous; get a man on the moon. Who ever heard of that! Sheesh, this is going to be a long ride.

Day 1-Lunch- it is really and I mean REALLY weird eating this ‘Dehydrated’ food. It sure isn’t’ convenient! I’m really homesick though, and missing my family. All in all, it’s tough. I hope we have enough fuel, and I ‘m calculating our chances for success. Whoa, got to go. I’ll catch you Buzz! Hold on a sec!

Day 2 -Morning- my back is hurting badly! I guess sleeping in space isn’t the best thing to do, but do I have a choice? Right you are, I sure don’t! Hmm, I wonder what the moon will be like. Rocky? Not-so rocky? Well, to tell you the truth, I heard it’s really rocky. But what I really worry about is that since the moon has been hit by millions of asteroids, its surface has been pounded into tiny particles. Particles so small that they are like razors and pieces of microscopic broken glass. Good thing NASA supplied us with these great spacesuits. Hey! There’s a satellite! Hi satellite!

Day 2- Dusk, on earth that is-This is intensely pressure-packed. I’m really nervous. Even a specialist like me gets nervous! The moon gets closer and closer every second. Its such an amazing site to see. I will probably never look at the moon the same again after this once-in-a-lifetime mission. Hey Michael, where’d my pillow go?

Day 3- A few minuets prior to Tranquility Base touchdown.

• We have barley any fuel left

AND

• The computers are so overloaded that we have had shut them down.

Here is the deal. We have taken the guidance computers off-line and must land manually. Easy task… right? Wrong. However, this is one of the things that we trained for so we are prepared. Buzz has the controls now and is guiding us down to the lunar surface. Wait! 30 seconds of fuel left! “Hurry Buzz, now 15 seconds of fuel remaining! You can do it!” His piloting skill just saved this mission, and our lives. We are down and we are cheering and hugging each other. We are the first men on the moon! Well diary, Ill see you back on earth,! I need to slip out of the door, down the ladder and take one small step, or maybe one giant leap.

[Aihana_]

omg thats really good!!!! I am really bad at making stories but in my books thats really creative! you should try and add more too it though and post it I would love to see what else you could come up with!!

[cwer]

Thanx inceprincess ^_^. Ill post some more stories I have made soon

[Aihana_]

I have a limerick I made at school off the top of my head lets see if I can remember it >.<

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There once was a homeless old man
who ate alphabet soup from a can
he lived in a box
didn't own any sox
what will become of the scrubby old man?

[iceprincess_1]

Just meet me there...

June 28, 1818 New York City, New York.

“No I will not go to the ball with you again! You ruined my dress with punch the first ball. The second ball you ripped it. Then now I don’t even want to know!” Said the girl.”But I just want to take you one more time before I move to California!” Said the boy.

June 28, 2007 New York City, New York.
“No I will not go to the ball with you again! You ruined my dress with punch the first ball. The second ball you ripped it. Then now I don’t even want to know!” Said Annalisa. ”But I just want to take you one more time before I move to California!” Said Lance. “NO LANCE WHEN I SAY NO I MEAN NO!” Said Annalisa.
Then Annalisa hung-up the phone and went down stairs to find her brother asleep on the blue couch in the Den. Her dad watching T.V. in the brown recliner in the living room. Her mom making a cake in the Kitchen. Annalisa walked in the kitchen. “Omg! He never stops asking me!” said Annalisa to her mom. “Oh Ann! He’s just a boy who likes you.” Said mom. “But he’s a dunce!” Said Annalisa. “But really you should go again ONLY BECAUSE HE’S MOVING TO CALIFORNIA!” Said mom. “No! And it’s final I might go but only if it’s like Danny, Jack, Turner, Jerry, or Greg!” said Ann. “Okay! But you should really should go! BUT I will not force you to go or stay. Do what ever you wantfor a little!" said Mom "Yeah okay fine what ever though" said Ann. Ann went to her back yard with her journal, a coupe of books, pens and pencils, eraers, and her laptop. It was dark out side so she could barley see a thing she set her stuff down then she heard crackaling sounds behind her....WHO COULD IT BE she thought she tuned her laptop on with the built in camera running and hit record...

How do all of you like it so far it will be continued!.....

I am just going to post this time okay here we go!!!!

then she was grabbed by her throght and mouth! she didn't know what to do but closed her eyes and kicked and screamed and hit as stron as she could but soon she couldn't anymore she was tierd and didn't know whre she was anymore she opened her eyes to find her self on a side walk still held by the throught and mouth!... Then the person put a blind fold on her...and then she was hit on th e head and shoved into a marron colored van and driven off...

HOURS LATER

Ann woke up not knowing where she was she was cut, bruised and omg she had no clothes on but a blanket! She was tied up and in a celler looking room. Ahe stood up afraid to move! There was a bed, a T.V., and a fridge in the room then light started to come in the room! A man came down the stairs that Ann hadn't seen. "Here pt this on and put these and this and these on okay!" Said the man. Ann grabbed what he pt on the bed...It was a dress, a jacket, shoes, jewlry, and food. Ann put on the clothes and accesories but didn't eat the food!

To Be continued!...

[Elosine]

Okay, so this poem needs a little explanation before I post it...

We're studying American history in my S.S. class, and since I have the same teacher for both S.S and L.A., we're reading a novel in L.A. that happens during the Revolution. It's called 'My Brother Sam is Dead'.
So anyway, I was talking to my mom, and we were being...odd...and somehow she said 'My Brother Sam is an Avon Lady'. And that sparked my inspiration for a poem...

*Ahem*...

My Brother Sam - The Avon Man!

My Brother Sam
is an Avon man,
he goes from door to door
selling lipgloss and compacts for that big cosmetics store.
His uniform is periwinkle, his teeth are nice and shiny -
If it weren't for Crest Whitestrips, they'd have fired his sorry hiney!
But one day, sadly, Fate had to intervene.
Whilst sam was peddling perfume, he smiled. No, no - he beamed.
He was unaware that Fate had caused this to occur,
but his would-be clients chased him down, shouting terrible slurs
at the top of their lungs - right back to the Avon store.
As Sam ran and ran, he tripped over his skirt -
And whilst mourning the Armani, he did a face plant in the dirt.
Alas, the mob had caught him, and they lifted him up in the air,
carried him through the doors- right into the Avon store.
They hauled him straight upm all the way to the big Cheese -
she was rich, and pretty, but positively dripping with sleaze.
She drowned herself in perfume, she masked herself in gloss -
She used so much hairspray, he locks were like stiff moss!
Sam began to open his mouth, but his boss got there first.
"There's nothing you can say," she said.
My Brother Sam was fired that day.

(This poem is mine, so no stealing! Also, this poem is meant solely for fun, and I mean so disrespect to transvestites or anything...just for fun, like I said.)

XD

[kitty450]

I Have i personal Christmas Poem:
Christmas Baby
Santa Baby
Kiss me or, take me away
Santa Baby, Santa Baby
Mrs. and Mr. Claus
Elderly People
Please Visit the steeple
To rock the night away.
I can beg and plead
I can get on my knees
Parent's please stuff the stockings this year
and kids, no drinking beer.
F U N N Y! Omg its mine mine mine