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They think I'm so pretty, They think I'm so good, They thing I do everything That good girls should. They can't hear me scream, They can't hear me yell, They can't figure out I'm in an emotional hell. I watch all the pretty people, Doing lots of ugly things, I see the master puppeteer, Pulling the wrong strings. As I walk down my hallways, Fear grabs my breath, How could a 10 year old, Be lost to death? Why was he driving? And why was he drunk? And why did he hit Lori? -Jayme, 14 November 1999 |
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DEAR JOHN
today I met harvey you'd laugh at him I think point and snub and disregard he wears a jersey of a team you've never heard of colored purple and blue and yellow you'd say take off that jacket it doesn't match I said hello how are you my name is Jane you wouldn't believe it but I said hello my name is Jane I like that jersey I said what team might that be? harvey collects fake Rolex strings them out and pastes them onto whitewashed boards you'd say art my ass but he said my name is harvey would you like to catch a bite? he said and we're going fishing this Saturday I hope the trip was fun John you John having fun John with those girls John I know John dear John I'm leaving goodbye John dear dear John -Elizabeth |
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THE PRESENT I saw the glimmering wrapping paper, I saw the shiny, big bow My brother gave me this great big present, What is in the box, I don't know. I carefully try to unwrap the present, But I decide that it's a big pain. I rip all the paper off the box,and study the box again. I opened the box, there was nothing inside, So I asked God up above,"How could my brother embarass me like this? "And he said,"In the box, is love." -Maxime, 12 |
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Flying, soaring, dancing in the breeze. Above me light, peace, love, heaven. Below, hate greed, sin, hell, earth. Babies crying, do you hear them? They are calling to you, take them, your children. Come to Him, for you belong to his eternal kingdom you belong to Him. -Anonymous |
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WALLS OF FEAR We hide behind these walls of fear Fear of what we were Fear of what we are And fear of what we soon will become So afraid of ourselves That we dare not interact We've give our lives over to building these walls These walls of fear That by the time we see our mistakes It is too late, these walls too strong These indestructable walls of fear -Lisa |
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FRIENDSHIP To board the ship of friendship, you must be caring. To ride the waves on friendship, you must be daring. To cross the ocean on friendship, you must be wise. To live a life on friendship, your heart must be a big size. -Maxime, 12 |
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EMBRACE Released from the strain The weight has been lifted Stress has been taken away My heart is free My head is clear I have been embraced And it has left me clean -Lisa |
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