megzzyluvzu
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Rooting for the ones that want to get away....
Keep Running <3
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NEW QUESTION BECAUSE Y'ALL DID SO GOOD WITH THE LAST ONE
here goes:
WHAT ARE YOUR HONEST THOUGHTS ON YOUR SCHOOL'S DRESS CODE?
If you could change it, what would you change?
What problems do you have with it?
Why do you have these problems?
Same as last time, leave your first name and the first initial of your last name (i.e John S.) at the end of your response
I really love you for this<3
GIVE ME A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.
In a few sentences (no more than a paragraph pls) tell
me:
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND TELL 7 YEAR OLD YOU ANYTHING,
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?
at the end of your response, please leave your first name and the first initial of your last name
(i.e John S.)
I REALLY NEED THIS AND I APPRECIATE IT SO, SO MUCH.
THANK YOU I LOVE YOU<3
Helppp
A friend asked me to write an article for the school paper and I
have absolutely no ideas.
It's supposed to be in tomorrow, and I haven't started.
Does anyone have any suggestions?
I really, really need this and I really appreciate it <3
Licks his lips, tries to imagine
What his name might look like in my bedroom;
What his love might look like in my handwriting.
I don't tell him I write poetry.
I want to tell him that I write murder mysteries;
That I will write him dripping against the 52nd
Floor window,
A closed-door murder and all the newspapers know
His name-
And this is because
It isn't what he wants.
He tells me I'd look good on the back of his motorcycle,
But better under his hips;
Wrapped up so tightly in his sheets
That I'd never leave,
And oh, he can't wait until I read him my work
In the morning,
How it will go great with the excuse he'll leave
For never calling back
When I don't write the correct words.
it is so long since my heart has been with yours
shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town–
that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins His most gradual gesture,
and whittles life to eternity
–after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories
Pour out my heart in
Beautiful meter after meter;
Telling my story
In a way
To bring tears,
Then laughter,
Then chills.
I wish I could write poetry.
I grew up reading from greatness:
Poe and Cummings,
Frost and Dickinson;
My young girl mind
Overflowing with stunning aspirations
I wish I could write poetry.
Force my pain into words,
Beautiful.
Scars melting into syllables,
Tears into stanzas.
Depression into poetry.
Love into poetry.
Anger into poetry.
Life into poetry.
I wish I could write poetry,
But I can't;
And my second grade teacher
Always said
That if you can't,
Then don't;
So I won't even try.
I'll sit with my longing,
My metaphorical suffering,
My analogical sadness,
And my damn near comical pain.
I wish I could write poetry,
And I wish I could tell my life,
The way that so many
Before me have done.
I wish I could write poetry,
But I can't,
So I won't.
But it's days like this,
When the emptiness swallows me whole,
That I really,
Truly,
Wish that I could
and after dreaming of you
I think I woke up
worse off than
the night before.