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I am from Wannaska, Minnesota. I wasn't born here, thank god, but I was actually born in Morris, Minnesota. We moved up here when I was 15 because my step-dad got a job here and his family lives here. My mom, brother, and I all thought this would be a good change, and for the most part it was. I do have my days where I hate it here, but not often. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm 5'4"1/2, atheltic and I am 17 years old. I am a very nice person and I have been told that I am also a very good listener and a good person to talk to.
I don't feel that surveys and other things are all that interesting, and I know that I had one up before, but then I realized that it was BORING and that no one would want to read it, so I deleted it!
These are just a few poems that I like. If you don't like them, that's alright I guess. Some people do like them and that is why they are here. I don't write poetry whenever, but when I have to I do.
Ordinary People
You may use retard,
Or you may use gay,
And you may think,
That it's funny.
But retarded people,
Appreciate life more,
Than some of us.
And gay people,
Have more courage,
To show their real selves,
Than most of us.
These are just ordinary people,
Just like you and me.
By: Me
Things about Life
As we grow up we learn that,
Even the one person,
That wasn't supposed,
To ever let you down,
Probably will.
You will have your heart broken,
Probably more than once,
And it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,
So remember how it felt,
When yours was broken.
You'll fight,
With your best friend.
You'll blame a new love,
For things an old one did.
You'll cry because time,
Is passing too fast,
And you'll eventually,
Lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures,
Laugh too much,
And love like you've never been hurt.
Because every sixty seconds you spend upset,
Is a minute of happiness,
You'll never get back.
Find a guy who,
Calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back,
When you hang up on him.
Who will saty awake,
Just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy,
Who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world,
When you are in your sweats.
Who holds your hand,
In front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is,
Constantly reminding you,
Of how much he cares about you,
And how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends,
And says "that's her!"
Unknown Writter
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem,
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the lese gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar,
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from this pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
By: Edgar Allan Poe
Ode To Skank
You think you’re special,
And you think you’re hott,
But I think you should know,
You’re really not.
You sleep around,
You can’t keep your legs closed.
When you get knocked up,
You’ll be the last to know.
You piss people off,
And you live to lie,
Sometimes I wish,
You’d choke and die.
You go in public drunk,
Like it’s oober cool,
Just so you know,
You look like a fool.
You sit in the bathroom,
When you skip class,
Man oh man,
Someone needs to kick your ass!
All you’re good for,
Is having fun.
I see how you are now,
Someone hand me the gun.
You always said,
“Friends till the end…”
I’ll never make,
That mistake again.
Unknown Writter...ok so I know the writter but I can't name them...sorry!
This is the end of that I suppose. If you have and questions or comments, feel free to message me. If you read all that, I hope that it was interesting!
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