Archive: 1998 — Page 2 of 3

The Empty Page

  • March 24, 1998
The Empty Page

An empty page Like a mind without ideas. Think of something. Write of something. Take this boring wasteland; Add ideas to let it flourish. Plant words among the lines. Take this flat single-dimensional surface; Add some words; Add some life And watch your page grow.

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Suicide Of A Classmate

  • March 24, 1998
Suicide Of A Classmate

Have a suicide plan; Planned out all in my mind. Tell my parents I shall not make it home. Leave me alone It's too late to help me now. Had enough of life; Time to end it all. 3:00 in the afternoon; the bus ride home my final hour. I take the jagged bottle glass Out of my pocket. It is clear, And shimmering in the sunlight. It is jagged on its edges Yet beautiful and cool to the touch; The last thing I shall remember in this life. I slice my wrist to the other the same. My life's blood fades away. I did not cut deep enough. I wake up In an ambulance. My wrists are bandaged and...

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Stamford

  • March 24, 1998
Stamford

Stamford, The place of wonder, to see and explore anything explore the wilderness, climb the mountains, fish the streams and ponds, or read stories to children of castles, pirates, and kings. Take a bicycle ride or relax and think about the day. Eat at the nicest of restaurants sit all day in the prettiest of parks. When I think of Stamford, all of these things come to mind. We live in Stamford; come and share our peaceful life.

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Rushing Water And Rustling Leaves

  • March 24, 1998
Rushing Water And Rustling Leaves

I know a place where we can go. It's down by the river; one may listen to the wind blow. Listen to the rushing waters and the wind blowing through a thousand leaves. Leave your troubles behind... come with me to the place of rushing waters, and rustling leaves.

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River Carry Me Away

  • March 24, 1998
River Carry Me Away

Oh river, carry me away. Far, far away; Nothing is left for me here. With your cold, rapid waters, carry me quickly away from here. Over the many rocks I shall not notice; the waters chill my skin until I'm numb. Carry me away to a better life. Anywhere is better than here. With your swiftly charted waters, oh river, carry me away.

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Raped At 18

  • March 24, 1998
Raped At 18

Raped at 18 years of age. If you let me touch you, I won't try to start a fight tonight. If you let me feel you, I won't try to hurt you tonight. If you let me fuck you, I won't beat you up tonight. Rape me; it will not leave marks but the emotional scars shall remain for all time.

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Princess Di

  • March 24, 1998
Princess Di

A beautiful woman. A model Princess of Wales. Riding in her car ambushed by the press. Car is now a cage trapping the perishing goddess inside. Past the golden hour doctors pound on her chest. Suddenly the woman the world loved was a legend.

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Myself

  • March 24, 1998
Myself

I don't play like the other kids. I don't go where the other kids go. I don't want to be like the other kids. I don't want to be normal like storybook characters. Taking those pills only makes me one of them; one of the other, "normal kids." You wanted me to be. Artificial and perfect. I want to be me; I want to be myself. I don't want your candy, I don't want your pills, I just want to be me.

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Angry Child

  • March 24, 1998
Angry Child

This child is so angry. Nobody understands him so he chooses to live in his own little world. Nobody sees the gifts he has, nor do they care. His world grows larger; a shell to protect him. I love you, little boy, for I am just the same.

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My Uncle Grant

  • March 24, 1998
My Uncle Grant

My Uncle Grant; not only family, but my also best friend. He passed away much too soon, leaving me behind. I will never forget the fun times we shared; the rides in the car, the trips to Toys-R-Us, and our life long friendship. I wish you were here because I miss you already.

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Me, The Firefighter

  • March 24, 1998
Me, The Firefighter

Me, the firefighter. My white uniform clean and pressed perfectly. I walk in sequence; tall and proud, hiding that which is the real me. The playful little kid I must hide behind the badge I wear.

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Look Back On My Life

  • March 24, 1998
Look Back On My Life

My life lives forever in my words. Reincarnated on every page, relievable any number of times. Such a gift it is to look back on my life... relive those forgotten childhood days. My life is eternal captured in the pages of my journal. All my life's' pages held together with a perfect binding called time.

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Life Is But A Journey

  • March 24, 1998
Life Is But A Journey

Life is but a journey with a fork in every road. Its high roads and its low roads. We as travelers know only where we are and where we've been. Seldom, if ever do we know where we're going. But we all reach our destination some day. Making our lives and this endless journey complete.

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In One Day

  • March 24, 1998
In One Day

see the mountain sides see the beautiful lake shore all this in one day

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In Love With My Teacher

  • March 24, 1998
In Love With My Teacher

I have had such a crush on you I watch you from my desk and hope you don't notice. You're beautiful and you teach me everything. I dream about all the things we could do, knowing that they would never work out. After all... you're my teacher; still, I try to rekindle that last spark of hope. I loved you since my first day at school and you never knew.

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