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Owen, Peace to my Homies!!!
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Dec 01, 2008 06:03PM
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Hearts will be sad.
Many can not rest in the vast oceans of hopplessness
Do not be afraid.
For the smallest speck of hope in this vast sea
Can change the course of history forever more.
Only if we together as humans
Join by love and compation
Can we find this speck of hope
In the vast seas of hoplessnes
I'm not sure I want to be a 'second moderator'... no idea what that is. But I might add a story up for fun...
I'm taking this out and putting in the story section.... I don't want to be a moderator.
I should have stuck that in the story thread... sorry. I'll paste it over there now.
Ok! So i just have to write a random story? Is there a certian like topic that we should do it on?
exactly. then we all are boring!!!!! im saying this group is boring (no offense) pep it up a litte!!
That was one of the best stories EVER,Mary!
She holds frayed leaf
Between two thin fingers.
It blows like a mast.
She does not look
She hugs her knees,
And stares at the floor.
Between two thin fingers.
It blows like a mast.
She does not look
She hugs her knees,
And stares at the floor.
when are we deciding who's second moderator?
Hi I'm new on this group, so i'm sorry if this question has an obvious answer, but why is it that we want to compete to be moderators?
Anthony, that doesn't seem to be an answer to either Adrienne's question or mine.
u guys not 2 be mean but this how ur supposted 2 riteBANANA!YOU COULD EVEN ADD 1 MORE!BANANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES BUT WHEN ARE WE DECIDING?!
hi, i am new, i like poetry, but other stuff is good too. so here we go:The Racehorse
hooves, clopping against the ground,
bringing dust
stallion and jockey,
united as one mind,
one soul
for one vast set of minutes
until the course is run and they are separated
but still interlocked
i dont know. i am not that good yet.i mean, i am only ten.
ok, fair enough. Here's for bragging rights, and a million dollars ;)Can i submit this? - http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
If not, how about this:
In Houston Texas, at an old abandoned hotel that used to be a rock club during a previous century, the shivering ghost of a junkie rock and roller can sometimes be seen collapsing unto a grassy patch in the patio and mysteriously splashing real filth-water as if the ghost had landed into a filth-filled swimming pool.
Which one did you like Emma, Adrienne? did you like the short one about the ghost, or the linked one about the teenager? if you liked the linked one maybe you can put a comment on it :) Either way, thanks!
the ghost one! thats was was hella freaky. i was totally captivated.
Here is one that I sort of randomly did a while ago... not exactly finished. Enjoy!Following the dark, hollow tunnel to my destination, I grabbed on to the closest piece of mineral in my reach. A shock of energy ran up my back, as I felt the warmth of another creature who had somehow stayed alive in this deep region. A low creak swept out as a large man, about 6 ft. 3, fell solid against the ground at my feet. My heart felt as if it had jumped, glided out of me, exploded, and then came down for landing aside the remains of this man. Peering down to see if there was any sign of life, I realized he was grasping a sliver of metal in his left hand. Just like the poem: Shining to the left of the soul so pure, He held it as if the key was ultimately the cure... I knelt down, hands shaking as if some time bomb was about to go off inside me. Placing my pointer finger directly onto the tip of the metal, a sudden movement shook me, and I was almost certain that my life was about to end, right there, right then.
The musty gray eyes flickered open, as I shuffled back in shock. The metal jingled as it rolled to the cold stone floor. The fingers that had once held it was now abruptly positioned open. The fingers looked as if they had been worked for 10 weeks straight, and I was almost certain that all the fingernails were snapped off. The sheen of the silver piece that could hold my destiny flickered in my eye. Slowly moving my eyes back to the clue, I reached out for my second touch, hoping this one wouldn't come with a heartbeat. Quickly flipping it over, I realized there was intricate handwriting engraved into the center. My eyes scanned the words, and my mouth perked up faintly.
In the most microscopic writing you have ever seen, the writing read: Constance, Rose Wren. Wondering in exasperation, Wren racked my mind for more answers. Was this another clue to my final chance? Slipping the metal into my shredded pocket, I made my way slowly up, hoping not to "wake" whatever being I had awoken from its rest. My luck was short, as when I took one step away, I was pulled backwards to the ground by a strong force that felt like its hand. Feeling brave, I started sliding away, crossing my fingers that it wouldn't try anything else. I heard lots of crackling and groaning, but glancing upward I saw the figure that had been holding my clue... and it didn't look like a normal human, whatever it was.
I know, it's pretty random, but it was just an add on process... BTW, hi other Emma, my name's Emma too. Haha.
this is my poem
Her hair was up in a ponytail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
>
> Today was Daddy's Day at school,
>
> and she couldn't wait to go.
> But her mommy tried to tell her,
>
> that she probably should stay home
>
> Why,the kids might not understand,
>
> if she went to school alone.
> But she was not afraid;
>
> she knew just what to say.
>
> What to tell her classmates
>
> of why he wasn't there today.
> But still her mother worried,
>
> for her to face this day alone.
>
> And that was why once again,
>
> she tried to keep her daughter home.
> But the little girl went to school
>
> eager to tell them all.
>
> About a dad she never sees
>
> a dad who never calls.
> There were daddies along the wall in back,
>
> for everyone to meet.
>
> Children squirming impatiently,
>
> anxious in their seats.
> One by one the teacher called
>
> a student from the class.
>
> To introduce their daddy,
>
> as seconds slowly passed.
> At last the teacher called her name,
>
> every child turned to stare.
>
> Each of them was searching,
>
> a man who wasn't there.
> 'Where's her daddy at?'
>
> She heard a boy call out.
>
> 'She probably doesn't have one,'
>
> another student dared to shout.
> And from somewhere near the back,
>
> she heard a daddy say,
>
> 'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
>
> too busy to waste his day.'
> The words did not offend her,
>
> as she smiled up at her Mom.
>
> And looked back at her teacher,
>
> who told her to go on.
> And with hands behind her back,
>
> slowly she began to speak.
>
> And out from the mouth of a child,
>
> came words incredibly unique.
> 'My Daddy couldn't be here,
>
> because he lives so far away.
>
> But I know he wishes he could be,
>
> since this is such a special day.
> And though you cannot meet him,
>
> I wanted you to know.
>
> All about my daddy,
>
> and how much he loves me so.
> He loved to tell me stories
>
> he taught me to ride my bike.
>
> He surprised me with pink roses,
>
> and taught me to fly a kite.
> We used to share fudge sundaes,
>
> and ice cream in a cone.
>
> And though you cannot see him.
>
> I'm not standing here alone.
> 'Cause my daddy's always with me,
>
> even though we are apart
>
> I know because he told me,
>
> he'll forever be in my heart'
> With that, her little hand reached up,
>
> and lay across her chest.
>
> Feeling her own heartbeat,
>
> beneath her favorite dress.
> And from somewhere there in the crowd of dads,
>
> her mother stood in tears.
>
> Proudly watching her daughter,
>
> who was wise beyond her years.
>
>
>
> For she stood up for the love
>
> of a man not in her life.
>
> Doing what was best for her,
>
> doing what was right.
> And when she dropped her hand back down,
>
> staring straight into the crowd.
>
> She finished with a voice so soft,
>
> but its message clear and loud.
> 'I love my daddy very much,
>
> he's my shining star.
>
> And if he could, he'd be here,
>
> but heaven's just too far.
> You see he is a Marine
>
> and died just this past year
>
> When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
>
> and taught Americans to fear.
> But sometimes when I close my eyes,
>
> it's like he never went away.'
>
> And then she closed her eyes,
>
> and saw him there that day.
> And to her mother's amazement,
>
> she witnessed with surprise.
>
> A room full of daddies and children,
>
> all starting to close their eyes.
> Who knows what they saw before them,
>
> who knows what they felt inside.
>
> Perhaps for merely a second,
>
> they saw him at her side.
> 'I know you're with me Daddy,'
>
> to the silence she called out.
>
> And what happened next made believers,
>
> of those once filled with doubt.
> Not one in that room could explain it,
>
> for each of their eyes had been closed.
>
> But there on the desk beside her,
>
> was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
> And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
>
> by the love of her shining star.
>
> And given the gift of believing,
>
> that heaven is never too far.
>
> They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
> an hour to appreciate them,
> a day to love them, but then
> an entire life to forget them.
>
Her hair was up in a ponytail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
>
> Today was Daddy's Day at school,
>
> and she couldn't wait to go.
> But her mommy tried to tell her,
>
> that she probably should stay home
>
> Why,the kids might not understand,
>
> if she went to school alone.
> But she was not afraid;
>
> she knew just what to say.
>
> What to tell her classmates
>
> of why he wasn't there today.
> But still her mother worried,
>
> for her to face this day alone.
>
> And that was why once again,
>
> she tried to keep her daughter home.
> But the little girl went to school
>
> eager to tell them all.
>
> About a dad she never sees
>
> a dad who never calls.
> There were daddies along the wall in back,
>
> for everyone to meet.
>
> Children squirming impatiently,
>
> anxious in their seats.
> One by one the teacher called
>
> a student from the class.
>
> To introduce their daddy,
>
> as seconds slowly passed.
> At last the teacher called her name,
>
> every child turned to stare.
>
> Each of them was searching,
>
> a man who wasn't there.
> 'Where's her daddy at?'
>
> She heard a boy call out.
>
> 'She probably doesn't have one,'
>
> another student dared to shout.
> And from somewhere near the back,
>
> she heard a daddy say,
>
> 'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
>
> too busy to waste his day.'
> The words did not offend her,
>
> as she smiled up at her Mom.
>
> And looked back at her teacher,
>
> who told her to go on.
> And with hands behind her back,
>
> slowly she began to speak.
>
> And out from the mouth of a child,
>
> came words incredibly unique.
> 'My Daddy couldn't be here,
>
> because he lives so far away.
>
> But I know he wishes he could be,
>
> since this is such a special day.
> And though you cannot meet him,
>
> I wanted you to know.
>
> All about my daddy,
>
> and how much he loves me so.
> He loved to tell me stories
>
> he taught me to ride my bike.
>
> He surprised me with pink roses,
>
> and taught me to fly a kite.
> We used to share fudge sundaes,
>
> and ice cream in a cone.
>
> And though you cannot see him.
>
> I'm not standing here alone.
> 'Cause my daddy's always with me,
>
> even though we are apart
>
> I know because he told me,
>
> he'll forever be in my heart'
> With that, her little hand reached up,
>
> and lay across her chest.
>
> Feeling her own heartbeat,
>
> beneath her favorite dress.
> And from somewhere there in the crowd of dads,
>
> her mother stood in tears.
>
> Proudly watching her daughter,
>
> who was wise beyond her years.
>
>
>
> For she stood up for the love
>
> of a man not in her life.
>
> Doing what was best for her,
>
> doing what was right.
> And when she dropped her hand back down,
>
> staring straight into the crowd.
>
> She finished with a voice so soft,
>
> but its message clear and loud.
> 'I love my daddy very much,
>
> he's my shining star.
>
> And if he could, he'd be here,
>
> but heaven's just too far.
> You see he is a Marine
>
> and died just this past year
>
> When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
>
> and taught Americans to fear.
> But sometimes when I close my eyes,
>
> it's like he never went away.'
>
> And then she closed her eyes,
>
> and saw him there that day.
> And to her mother's amazement,
>
> she witnessed with surprise.
>
> A room full of daddies and children,
>
> all starting to close their eyes.
> Who knows what they saw before them,
>
> who knows what they felt inside.
>
> Perhaps for merely a second,
>
> they saw him at her side.
> 'I know you're with me Daddy,'
>
> to the silence she called out.
>
> And what happened next made believers,
>
> of those once filled with doubt.
> Not one in that room could explain it,
>
> for each of their eyes had been closed.
>
> But there on the desk beside her,
>
> was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
> And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
>
> by the love of her shining star.
>
> And given the gift of believing,
>
> that heaven is never too far.
>
> They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
> an hour to appreciate them,
> a day to love them, but then
> an entire life to forget them.
>
wait! did we have to make up the poem???
