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Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul?
That is what I am and will be - lost battles.
There is too much madness that I cannot understand.
Bury my memories as well.
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.
But you still don't move..
The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?
You don't want to go, do you?
Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,
the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.
The scars that those pretty little roses caused,
as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.
The boundless embers dance on,
pulling you in with them.
Will you dance, or will you fall?
Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,
bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.
Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...
So answer this, will you dance?
Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,
with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.
And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,
hides underneath it the roots to all value,
to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,
as they blemish your face with their candy blood.
But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his own
disappear beneath his smile,
replaced by sense of unknown hope.
Giving up is an option,
a door always open,
but he glances through,
and quickly moves on.
He is not.
No, he does not see light
through cracks of darkness,
does not see sunshine
in the black of the night.
This man knows where to search, though,
how to find sunshine
after tornadoes reined their fury.
as if their stones meant something
when spoken by poison lips
set out kill.
He will not defeat,
nor be defeated.
Rocks may be thrown,
sticks and stones,
but come morning,
he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?
Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.
I always trip and I always fall,
But worse than that, worst of all,
When I was born, I hit my head.
"He won't grow at all," the doctors said.
So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.
I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.
When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,
My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.
No one else helps; all they do is stare.
"Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.
So one day when I was all alone,
I decided to go out, all on my own.
I slowly crept from our large herd
Without even a single goodbye as a word.
I ran away from that mean, old town.
The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.
I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.
I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"
The oddities of this animal amused me, though.
One of them amused me most, of all her woes.
This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.
She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
BroniesJust because I watch the show,
And draw pictures,
And write gory fanfiction,
And write non-gory fanfiction,
And think of headcanons,
And look at other people's pictures,
And read other people's stories,
And write more fanfiction,
And draw comics,
And befriend lots of bronies,
And watch fan animations,
DOES NOT MEAN I'M A BRONY
Keep a Sharp Eye Out for the HeroineThe good deed is best magnet for drawing devils closer
Satan himself sould be with us at this hour.....as i try to razor-milk the whites of your poppy eyes
New Game PlusFought the final boss,
Saved the princess,
This wasn't the true ending?,
Fight the boss,
Find a key to a new world,
It's still not the only ending?,
Do it all over again.
School is Coming!Prepare yourself! School is coming!
We should be ready, but we're all running!
We make friends, we make foes.
There's always a teacher, who goes and goes!
Get an A, and you're okay!
Get an F, and death your parents will make you pay!
Sharpen your pencil, and your mind!
Fall for the trick question,
Or your teacher won't be kind!
When you take a test in your class,
Never yell "You shall not pass!"
Above all, beware of the teachers...
They are watching and waiting...
One wrong answer...
One sudden move...
"Who can answer this question?" Asked the teacher.
"I volunteer as tribute," were a poor kid's last words!
And one last thing...
This time, don't correct the teacher!
Follow this guide,
And you just might make it out alive!
Nothing at allDriven to boredom
And unproductive days
Ruined by caffeine
No motivation at all
Instead of working
Nothing to do
Other than everything
Nothing to do
Even when there is
Not nothing to do
RU: Zadania z Kol Zainteresowan (SIERPIEN)
K Ó Ł K A Z A I N T E R E S O W A Ń
Sierpniowe Zajęcia Pozalekcyjne
Przypominamy, że wszystkie poniższe zadania są nieobowiązkowe
oraz, że mogą je wykonywać również uczniowie, którzy nie są członkami danego klubu.
Nagrodą za zadania są punkty umiejętności i rucoiny.
Lista sierpniowych zdań z kółek zainteresowań:
KÓŁKO JĘZYKÓW OBCYCH:
Każdy, kto kiedykolwiek zdecydował się na rozpoczęcie przygody z językiem obcym, doskonale wie, że słownik pełni bardzo ważną rolę w procesie uczenia się. Warto jednak wspomnieć, że ten cudowny wynalazek może mieć więcej niż jedno (doskonale znane) zastosowanie! A gdyby tak, potraktować słownik nieco inaczej? Co si
Pinup GirlsA pinup girl is a kind of cartoon character
With a disproportionate mind and figure.
She has this facial expression, the same one constantly,
As if to say wow, a birthday cake, just for me?
She lives in a fantasy world
In which everyone's soul has been sold
Living lives of raucous absurdity
Macho men ogle at the pinup girls in the city.
A pinup girl, upon noticing she's being noticed,
Will keep on walking but will look back with mock embarrassment.
If she carries one, she'll twirl her umbrella
Blinking long black lashes till someone shouts hey, ragazza bella!
Her walk is a sight to behold, a sight quite comic at least,
Waddling, high heeled, well tapered legs clumsily a-jut from a wasp thin waist.
A streetwalker, but not a whore, as innocent as a virgin but not an angel,
She's a pinup girl.
A short prayer to the Gods of coffeeOh, dear lords of our coffee empire,
Give us the strength
to push through this time of need
and grant us our consciousness
so we don't fall asleep while we study.
Your wish to be forever intertwined and celebrated
in the company of milk and sugar,
your sisters on this earth of ours,
will forever be remembered as our one and only sense of life.
Without you, we are lost.
Don't abandon us.
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