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posted by VampirePrinsess
Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his Friends 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 berkata 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 Cinta 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 tunjuk 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 anda 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 batal the date.
I Cinta anda Mommy, I always have, I know; anda know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I Cinta you."

***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***
Please if anda would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if anda could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If anda 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 anda have 2 choices,
1) Repost and tunjuk people anda care
2) Ignore it and anda have just proven anda are a heartless mole
posted by Cinders
It's finally here! All the submissions to this month's puisi contest is included within this soapbox, for your convenience. For the sake of the judges, I am allowing two weeks from today for them to peruse the works herein and then create a pick with their bahagian, atas five choices. The judges may confer amongst themselves if they wish. Input from the Fanpop community should also be considered. komen-komen on particular poems are welcome. The only thing that is prohibited is pointing out (subtly atau obviously) which poem is yours. As a poet, that may disqualify anda from the competition, for betraying the...
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posted by Cinders
 foto sejak Steve McAlister
Photo by Steve McAlister
hei there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this tahun up with the first ever Fanpop puisi contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a Fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of puisi is accepted, so long as it is not...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
This book is a vampire novel. Simple fact is I disliked Twilight so much I decided to write a half-decent vampire novel. So here is chapter 1

Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the perpustakaan where she worked....
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I was holding it in my hand; this man’s hati, tengah-tengah well not actually his hati, tengah-tengah but his pendant it was a dark rouge colour so pretty, how he felt for this woman his passion for her. My name is Sadie and I am a goddess of love, I have been for the last 400 years, but I have always had a problem with my place, I don’t understand it, Cinta I mean it sounds like some club in L.A that everyone needs to go to and when they do they either get kicked out atau stay and even some times they stay and then get kicked out. I lived in California with my family who are gods to, and they all have a place that...
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posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad atau angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her kegemaran wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to alih from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
Selfless acts were uncommon in her universe... all human contact she'd gotten the last few months were Japanese tourists that wanted to capture the bad side of the city on their nice little holiday, sejak means of escaping the shopping malls, crowded museums and crammed amusement parks that were drowning in bliss and manic happiness.
Yeah, she was the bad side of the city... she was the part that was better left unseen and little people actually saw it. Some of them actually asked for her permission! Why? What would she do? Sue them? She was a stain on the face of society, something like a pimple...
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She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, lebih importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd bir can atau stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by Dearheart
Josie ran.

“Maybe I made a mistake thinking you’d understand!”

“Well maybe I made a mistake
marrying you!”

She ran, not heeding the tempest that tore at her clothes nor caring where she fled to as long as it was someplace far from home. Away from the chaos of her fighting parents and the hopelessness of the choice she was faced with.

“A tumor?”

“’s pressing on your brain stem and growing very rapidly. If it isn’t taken care of soon, it will be life-threatening...the surgery, however, would cost anda your hearing... Permanently...”

Her hati, tengah-tengah pounded in time with her feet;...
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posted by Dearheart
Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Krismas konsert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar cookies, biskut with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...
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posted by rcostelloe
 Coinage of Commitment
Coinage of Commitment
I suppose every writer faces the dilemma of criticism. Sure, some suggestions are instantly convincing atau exactly what anda thought you'd hear. But others create a quandary, like a double-edged sword. Should anda accept the criticism, make changes in your work atau your style, atau stick with your own judgment, the one anda started with? Either way, anda could be wrong, and it may take years before anda know the answer. In some cases, there may be highlights in an author's ambition level, atau sense of destination, that make the decision particularly challenging.

For instance, in my own case, I wanted...
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