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Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm Sorry
I'm really, truly SORRY
A billion times won't work.
Or WON"T it?
Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.
A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.
I broke your heart?
I'll fix it up again?
I'm really good with stitches.
Will you still be my friend?
I ruined your life?
Oh no, Sorry!
Will this washing machine work?
This bleach removes the stains...
It takes away the quirks!
A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.
I'm really, truly SORRY!
Am I hard to forgive?
You don't want to hear my sorry?
I completely understand.
But you don't.
That was rude? I'm not sorry.
It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?
I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.
All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.
All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.
I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
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Being a Couch Panda
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...
Listen to this!
A white man said,
'Colored people are not allowed here.'
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,
When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.
But you sir.
When you are born you are PINK,
When you grow up, you're WHITE,
When you're sick you're GREEN,
When you go in the sun you turn RED,
When you're cold, you turn BLUE.
And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
Become One wih the Trees - Chapter One
Become One with the Trees
Chapter One – Everleigh Cambridge
Everything seemed different today. Have you ever gotten that feeling where you knew something odd was going to happen? Odd enough that it were to become something life changing? This hit me like a frying pan upside the head. Starting from the way my alarm clock woke me up this morning.
The startling tone blared obnoxiously loud, leaving my ears ringing after I slammed my hand once again on the snooze button. My eyes dragged over to the little cedar wood nightstand to my right, and glanced at the clock. The blinding red numbers read 5:15 AM. With a sigh, I sat up and squinted out the window. The sun rose slowly above the trees.
"Don't wanna do your job either, huh, Mr. Sun?" I croaked, pointing out its rather slow pace. I would get pretty bored of rising every day after a millennium of doing the same thing too.
Blurs of pink and orange spotted through the cloudy morning, causing a blanket of odd colors to hang over the still sn
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