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Oh wow, so finely me being a writer might pay off. Im not that good but i love to write so forgive me if any of them are miss spelled or anything like that.



Will you.
If I get mad will you make me happy?
If I laugh will you laugh with me?
If I smile will you be the one I'm smiling for?
If I fall will you catch me?
If I cry will you wipe my tears?
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If I say I love you will you say I love you to?

[Miranda_]

Didn't write this, dunno who did, but I like it. It helped me a lot when my granny died.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.

[Singergirl0911]

I got this idea, so let me know if you like it. Its much longer and kinda has a slow tone but the Chorus is fast.

When she was young and venerable
She was wounded by their teasing, by their snickering,
their laughs and cold hearted stares
She didn't understand them, didn't know why they didn't like her
She finally got sick of it and started to fight back

Chorus:

Because this is her life
and she'll live it how she wants to
Because this is her life
and she'll live it to the fullest
Because this is her life
and she's not gonna let you bring her down

Verse 2
(bridge)

When the young girl looked into the mirror
She saw the hurt that reflected off her heart
as it was the truth of her past
She saw the hope she didn't she think she had
The courage that she had lost long ago
The faith that she never had regained
And the strength to carry on

Because she now knew that life would thow things that her
And that the need to carry had to be stronger
than those going against her

Chours

Because this is HER life
and she wasn't gonna fall easily
Because this is HER life
and she's gonna fight for what is right
Because this is her life
and she's gonna make it through

Verse 3

Nobody is going to make her fall
Nobody is gonna bring-- her-- down-
Nobody
No---bod--e
Nobody

She's gonna stand strong

So, what do you think? I can't figure out a title. some help please.

[Danica_Shardae]

It's the ending theme to Wolf's Rain. The words and instrumentation matches the weather outside right now and my calm state of mind at the moment:

Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday
Are the memories I hold still valid
Or have the tears deluded them?

Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today
Something somewhere out there keeps calling

Am I going home?
Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
Zero gravity, what's it like?

Am I alone?

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet?
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all.

[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.

[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?

[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