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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?'
We'll Play Hide and Seek - An Ed Sheeran FanFicI dragged a chair up the stairs.
“Ed! Ed, darling, please.” My mom called from the foot of the stairs. I struggled to haul the wooden chair, making it up the flight of stairs with a final huff. Now down the hallway. I figured that if I locked myself in my room until Friday, then she wouldn’t make me go. I didn’t want to leave Britain. I continued to drag it down the hallway, kicking open the door to my bedroom. My mum began to run up after me, and—for extra measure to demonstrate my anger—I slammed the door shut, shoving the back of the chair under the knob. That’s how they did it in the films. I wasn’t sure if it’d work. I’ve never been so infuriated in my life. There was a knock n the door, and the door knob jiggled, but it remained shut. Not bad. “Edward.” My mom said sternly. “Open this door.”
I sat on the bed and folded my arms, shoving a flat, “No.” in her direction.
Just My Luck - Chapter 9“Once upon a time, there were four commoners living in the town of England. Now these commoners were just ordinary. One was a baker, another was a skilled athlete, the other was a jester, and the last one was just a plain commoner. One day, after applying for the advertisements they saw, the four commoners were called to the castle. ‘You must please me in order to gain all that you may desire,’ the king said to them. King Simon was very hard to please. But the four commoners made it through. One sang, the other sang, the other sang, and guess what the fourth commoner did? He sang. Now there was another commoner who arrived at the castle. But he was a foreigner, delivered to the castle of England from the Republic of Ireland. He sang a beautiful ballad as well. Now later in the battled of pleasing the eking, all five commoners were sent to training. They learned many things, and once they were deemed worthy were sent back to the castle. The Queen suggested that the com
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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