Untitled[Note: This is told from Damien's point of view, not Lira's.] It was in our 7th grade history class that we first met Shawn. We'd gotten back from winter break earlier that week, so a few new students were expected. He was the only one that caught our attention.Untitled
Lira threw a balled-up note at me from the other side of the room when the teacher wasn't looking. It said, "We're asking him to hang out after school." I looked over at her, and a shared smile sealed the deal. The teacher decided to give us an easy assignment for the day since he was still tired, too. We had to
No title Selfish, selfish, shame on you! Don't deny it, you know it's true. You think of no one but yourself, Craving fame, fortune, love, wealth. Drowning in vanity, Speaking insanity, Thinking you're so great. Sorry this message is late, but You're even lower than a mutt. You give nothing yet you want it all Treating others like rag dolls, Pulling hair, limbs, eyeballs. We're not toys, this isn't a game. You will never achieve fame. Get over yourself, you're nothing great.No title
~Jessica Nagy
Funnel cakeFunnel cake, funnel cake, I adore thee, Making me become so large and meaty. Sprinkled with powdered sugar, just right, The fried, strange flavor is pure delight. Better than sex while pulling hair, I'd eat you all day without a care, If not for the fact that I'd be a house, Couldn't walk and would never find a spouse.Funnel cake
Oh,those eyesEyes so dark they drag you in. You fight them but they always win. "Come on baby, it's no sin." The words so seductive, cunning, and charming. You barely notice how much he's harming. He'll use and abuse, Leave you confused, And you'll be so swallowed up in those enchanting eyes That you'll believe the bullshit and liesOh,those eyes
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When the livid morning breaks You will find no one in my place, And feel a chill till night is near.
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Worse Case Scenario for the
"He who could do little, did nothing."
Eugene Odum
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And so the light stacks up.
The stars express themselves.
The moon coelesces into something beautiful.
Unity with the sky.
And the night comes falling.
© 2007 Lisa Zaran
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"Once I had a little game, I liked to crawl back in my brain. I think you know the game I mean, I mean the game called go insane."--Jim Morrison.
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