Письмо Article: I Raised Myself Not To Cry**sniffle**

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posted by VampirePrinsess

Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his Друзья that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never сказал(-а) good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I Любовь him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And
tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not
the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't Показать up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as
fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if Ты would,
I wanted to go to college; I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to Отменить the date.
I Любовь Ты Mommy, I always have, I know; Ты know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I Любовь you."

***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***
Please if Ты would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if Ты could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If Ты pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye."
Now Ты have 2 choices,
1) Repost and Показать people Ты care
2) Ignore it and Ты have just proven Ты are a heartless mole

Problematic129, Nice-Guy and 29 others like this

Dearheart I kinda wish there was a third option. When I read this a while back, I admit it was sad and touching (despite the fact that the poetry wasn't the greatest, lol), but it's been passed around SO many times and become so, [i]so[/i] cliche that...well, I guess I'm a "heartless mole" now. :-/ Go ahead and bash me if you want. *never really appreciated chain-email-guilt-trips to begin with...* EDIT: Woah. Uses the word "Mommy" way too much, lol. 24 times! Sheesh! "Mommy blah blah blah mommy blah blah blah mommy mommy MOMMY blah blah blah..." Wow, I feel really mean now... *laughs nervously*

Sweet_Pants It is sad, but doesnt change my opinion on it. I always thought there was another way, as all.

VampirePrinsess Well if its ur option than its ur opinio so i cant blame u........

BrittanyAM It was beautful but sad it made me cry and no i cant pass it on cuz i'm too shy i would if i wasn't shy and no that dosen't make me a (heartless mule) cuz i wouldn't pass it on but it will all ways been in my heart and stay there (forever)!!!!!!

Cammie This has really saddened me, both the poem and the smart-arse heartless comments from some. Cliche? That's a really friggin interesting word to describe innocent people being slaughtered by wackos. Thank you for posting this.

Twilightzook I agree with BrittanyAM.

Cinders This is a chain letter. Touching as it may or may not be, it is not original work. Soapboxes are meant for original poetry and writing, not for chain letters. If you want to post this in the forums of a more appropriate spot, than I fully support that, but I don't think it belongs here if it isn't original work. I'm sorry to be blunt, but I'm getting really tired of seeing so many people posting chain letters and unoriginal work as soapboxes. MajorDork got a lickin' for doing that, and at the time I supported it, but if you only enforce a law sometimes, it's not fair to the people who suffer the consequences if others can get away with it.

SkyHedgehog that was beautiful

Heya WOW

inexplicable ... so sad...

Jakeluvr101 Whoa that wa so amazing i luvd it

twibabe2 it was woundful love it

HecateA its nice, but I think some of the beauty of the work gets taken out of it when you say things like "tell my daad I wont go to the zoo", "tell Chris I had to cancel the date" and "tell my teacher I won't be going to class today".

dramarama That was beautiful...made me cry. People today have a very odd interpretation of the word cliche. It may be a recycled theme, but feelings can never be cliche. btw people have used the word cliche so much lately that it in itself has become 'cliche'.

EmzLovesCheryl This is beautiful, it made me want to cry.

ladycountry omg it's so sad.i like it

PoweredKaoru that was sad, and since it says mommy so much it sounds like a little kid(around 5-9) is saying it, which makes it even more sad.

luna-lefright wow how sad!!!!!

krissynaytowhow wow thats thesadest thing i ever heard well not as sad as my grampas funeral

hotlia Awww

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Blue Skys

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Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying by my head earlier.

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Song - Meteor

posted by viju

Shining down in eyes....

Do Ты ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do Ты ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do Ты know
You’re inescapable
Do Ты ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re сердце
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

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Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do Ты ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
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So capable
Do Ты ever feel
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Under the Sea

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posted by dragonwriter

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i'm alone

posted by Thalia_huntress

plz tell me if Ты like it and if i should write more

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posted by Cinders

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Better Than That

posted by NormalcyIsDead

I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s Ты were sporting?
Oh no, Ты have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod Ты some more, ask some Вопросы too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
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Stay with me [short song]

posted by Lord_Anubis

Hope Ты mates will like it =3
Feel free to comment

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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold Стена where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.

The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.

And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be Пение only for Ты my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

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Is this a good idea??

posted by rebaj2010

I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved by her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in Любовь but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and Показать her what it's like to be hated

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Notebook & Pencil

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Agent in Peril

posted by DMLIME

MI6 agent Scott Filbury waited quietly outside the office of the head of the department. He was not told why he had been summoned, but the agents usually weren’t. He sat still; the only movement were his eyes, darting to every corner of the blank hallway, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings as he had been trained to 6 years before. He was only 28 and had been recruited after saving 3 people in a burning building, Показ a ‘desire for passion and justice’ as his Профиль read.
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How dare you.

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You speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an час to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that Ты knew him well, for that I know very...

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My attempt to draw a character from my story

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