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It's early. There's nothing better to do. Im so tired. I can't sleep. Grrrr
Anya-Margaret · Thu Jan 03, 2008 @ 08:34am · 0 Comments |
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eally, that one isn't so much about me. It's written, in someone elses point of view. But rain seems to be purifying to me...It should reflect the poem I've written.
Anya-Margaret · Wed Jan 02, 2008 @ 10:23pm · 0 Comments |
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Let the rain fall
Wash me away Make me a new day I'm longing for tomorrow I'll drown my sorrow
Let the rain fall
I'm begging you, please When the first drops hits, I'll be at ease Pure happiness, dance around Drip drop, drip drop, listen to the sound
Let the rain fall
Pouring down, crystal clear Lightening strikes, but that's nothing I fear Soothing my soul, a refreshing bliss Soft touch, heaven's kiss
Let the rain fall
It keeps me from falling apart Song of a million tears, heals my heart
Let the rain fall...
Anya-Margaret · Wed Jan 02, 2008 @ 10:20pm · 2 Comments |
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To Explain that poem, I have a quote by a Brilliant Man.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe
Anya-Margaret · Tue Jan 01, 2008 @ 10:23pm · 1 Comments |
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I really hate the way you read me like a damn book You can tell exactly how I feel, by taking just a look A quick glance into my eyes And your ruined the disguise
And of course, you know it all You can see, how fast I fall My soul is like a door open wide And against my will, I've let you inside
I don't want you in here, get out of my head! But you're stuck in there, I wish you were dead I don't want you to know those things about me That I haven't even allowed myself to see
I don't love you! Of course I don't It won't ever happen! Of course it won't I betray myself, hide what I feel To protect my heart, it's a fair deal
Still, I'd be dying for a single kiss I want to taste that epic bliss Let your lips get me high, inhale your smell God, I don't know if it's heaven or hell
But it's all in my head, this dream 'I want it badly!' my whole being screams And deep down inside, I know it's true But I won't ever let it show, my love for you
Anya-Margaret · Tue Jan 01, 2008 @ 10:20pm · 0 Comments |
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Sorry, didn't explain that one.
This is one of my christmas poems. smile I'm not too fond of it, but I do like the way it started. I wasn't too sure how I was to finish it, so I decided to make it a story.
Now English is my second language, do keep this in mind. smile
Anya-Margaret · Mon Dec 31, 2007 @ 10:18pm · 0 Comments |
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through her house, not a creature was stirring, but a girl in a white blouse. Her jeans were all dirty, covered with snow, and as she walked downstairs, she saw the misteltoe. Her stare followed the hand to the arm, and here eyes collided into the boy with such charm, his eyes shining bright, his shoes filled with slush, she couldn't help but smile, as she looked at her crush. He becconed her over with one finger in the air, she glided over to him without a care, and he held the misteltoe over their heads. And he kissed her softly, his lips light as thread. So as the snow fell silently outside, covering the ground, true love met its match, without a sound.
Anya-Margaret · Mon Dec 31, 2007 @ 10:16pm · 0 Comments |
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Welcome to anyone who reads this. Here's a few things about me. I'm 16, 5'2'' (Very Short in other words!) Polish Canadian, Red headed, Brown eyed. English is my second language. smile I'll befriend anyone and everyone, just give me a shout!
xxoo I'll start posting poems soon! heart
Anya-Margaret · Mon Dec 31, 2007 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |
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