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The Family FuedMy Family is at war
and peace will come no more
From silent treatment
we're damned repeatment
Brothers, and cousins, in parking lot brawls
Too drunk to walk, stagger, and crawls
You thought death would slow them down
but no one stops till they get the crown.
Dedicated to unbelievable childish actions of my family at the Funeral on Tuesday
Family GoneStanding here so alone,
No friends near family's gone,
I feel abandoned,
Slightly insane,
Singing a song,
I can't explain,
An old song,
You might not know,
But yet i felt so alone,
Family gone,
Dog outside,
Nowhere can i reside,
Knowing i'm not wanted they left me there,
Thinking i would not give a care,
Although i know just as they,
That i shouldn't be there anyway,
Learn from your sister not from us,
For we taught her don't get hit by a bus,
Sent me out with nothing to spare,
Me and my sister all to bare,
Knowing that one's enough,
I walk off for now its us.
~Natalie~There once was a girl
Her skin was like a pearl
Natalie by name
Dandelions she would maim
She liked her fries with a curl
Dreams and TearsSuch tears I began to cry and weep
When I woke from my tossing, troubled sleep…
For thoughts of you swept through my dreams
Memories brought again to the surface, it seems

The recollection of happy days gone by
Interrupted the dreams of my wish to fly
Your face was there in a happy rush
Smiling like it used to with a sweet, pink flush

Your words again ran through my mind
Such beauty and wisdom spoken oh so kind
It was years ago that you left me behind
To cry and shed every tear I could find

But the memory of your gentle, smiling face
Came rushing back like a star falling through space
A bittersweet feeling tingeing my dream
Bringing
Cuando El Talento Es Puesto A PruebaFelicidades,
me has puesto en un embrollo
al pedirme que hable de ti
Lo siento, no sabes cuánto,
mas no puedo asumir el mando
de este barco condenado a hundirse
O bien, ya que me complace tu compañía,
ayúdame, socórreme en esta titánica tarea,
dime ¿cómo labrarte un escrito,
sea callejero o divino,
afable o temible,  
que le haga justicia a tu persona?   
Sin exagerar, sin errar, sin omitir,
con minuciosa fidelidad
en los detalles que te hacen única
Dime ¿Cómo hacerlo si en crear el edén
Dios demoró seis días
mas le tomó cuatro mil millones de años
en darte la vida?
¿Cómo darte la gloria correspondida
si la vana palabrería te la quita?
Podría intentarlo, sí, podría…
Comenzaría con tus ojos,
pero ¿qué justicia habría
con tus demás bondades?
Como tu variedad de sonrisas
¿cu
Brand New QuestBrand New Quest

To hate such wonderful people,
To abandon such wonderful kids.
We did what anyone else would do,
Can't you see our innocence?

To judge on simple accidents,
To turn happiness into sad.
All because she lied and said,
That we are nothing but bad.

To leave us with nothing at all,
To throw us all out in the dirt.
How could he be so horribly cruel,
And leave us so terribly hurt?

Well I guess this is the very end
I guess this is for the best
Goodbye, goodbye forever
Time for a brand new quest
Gdy Nadziei BrakSamotna wilczyca na skale siedziała,
do nieba wyjąc żałośnie płakała.
Gdzie są jej dzieci, gdzie jej rodzina,
teraz wybiła tęsknoty godzina.

Szara sierść wiatrem smagana,
każda łza ze smutkiem wylana.
Uszy oklapłe po bokach głowy,
a wyraz pyska tak bardzo płowy.

Wlepiła wzrok w zamarzniętą ziemię,
czuła na sobie ogromne brzemię,
To wszystko jak skradziona nadzieja,
lecz nie miała sił gonić złodzieja.

W śniegową zaspę bezradnie upadła,
przez ten smutek tak bardzo zbladła.
Wierzy
EmilieEmilie

And a new world suddenly opened
Like a crack in an egg
Revealing what it contained
And what laid ahead

Here comes the  sun
of children’s laughter
And love to give and share
in a clear shiny light they run

Here is the blue pool
Their voices sweet songs
Music to my soul
Their blond hair long

Wisdom comes with Aging
And I love their being
So very carefree and happy
In their tanned and tiny bodies

Their dance fills my heart
And the mockingbird
Flies not missing a part
Happiness fills my heart

And it brings far away memories
From a long time ago, in another country
Of a very small child in a garden
Filled with the flowers of Ed
Angel that lost it's way"Angel that lost it's way"
One bright morning , I was walking alone
I came across my name engraved in stone
I can't find the words to keep me in check
I keep starting over, what the heck!
It doesn't matter what I do or say
I'm out of my grave but I see where I lay
Where am I? Where am I going to stay?
No matter what I do, does it mater anyways?
Even though my time is gone, I am still here
It's not death I'm afraid of but me I fear
There are solid walls I can pass right through
I'm scared and alone and don't know what to do
For the light's flicker hen I pass by
I don't want to live, but I don't want to die
I saw an old women in the poring rain
To the one I call my Love"To the one I call my Love"
Miss you, want to hug you and never leg go
The thoughts I am thinking you always know
Being there even when not wanting you to
Do anything, even die to save you<3
You think I'm beautiful, even when not
I'll never forget you, love you a lot<3
You are my everything, my true best friend
We shall never move on or ever end<3
Not be with you just because, but for real
Things get bad, to see you, you always heal <3
-Caroline Alice Burgan
_____/)___/)______./&macr;"""/_____/)___/)______./¯"""/')
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯\)¯¯\)¯¯¯'\_„„„„\)

"They're not just friends"
Being with them is like being at home
Comforting and to never feel alone
To feel safe where ever I am and go
To make life feel like the opposite of slow
They are truly the brightness of my day
To see the sun after it's been away
For the world is now the brightest of place
Never a feeling of handing my face<3
-Caroline Aice Burgan
Three things -Journal-Ok so journals are still being glitchy so I am just writing this here....
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Three things:
1) Thanks for all the birthday wishes people
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2) Ok so just what I just did with a level 10 Deino I was raising from an egg...
Ok so I was playing White 2 but I guess I thought I was playing Black for something and I started heading towards the town where you start in Black and I battled a trainer and he sends out a level 60 Wooper and I am like god.... Here is what happens
Wooper: Rain dance
Deino: Dragon Pulse (Knocks down quarter of
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Nice! Poems like this are good--you start humming the song that goes with it!
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Thanks! :-)
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