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By Erin C.
As I sit on the beachthe wind blows so lightly.The whispers of the lost soulsonly come nightly.They talk among one anotherI wonder what they say.No matter what I do the whispers go away.Then I hear a voice whispering along, say she wants to dance,then I hear a song."Oh young girl,young pretty girl.Please do not raise your voiceto far above the noise."I start to turn, to walk awaybut hear the voice again.Please don’t go, can you stay?I never went home again.
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BY ANDREA T. ON 5/10/2008 12:03:00 PM 44 COMMENTS
AH! evryone my new babe sister is the cutest! she looks just like me. this summer we are taking her bac to France to visit her home country. we will stay there for all summer and then come bac here. when she is old enogh for schooling we will live in France for three years to lear basic french skills. then she'll spend the other years schooling here in USA. I am so excited for summer and my babe sister is just wonderful. She is named Naomi, which is Noémi in french. i have improved rightly on english and my maman is proud. my mistress in France could speak english and did it so often. i shopped at a local mall yesterday and bought only the best outfits. Naomi also got a pretty dress and robe de chambre. she has blonde curly hair like me i can almost see it. but she is only a week old. My older sister does not seem to have the same attachment to Naomi as I do. it is probably because she has already had a babe in the family. she is seize years old. she can now drive. i am most excited about Naomi and my learning of english. my le meilleur ami still say i have a tone of regulness, but this is only because i lived i regal france. i am working on it. lol all abbrevations are hard! i cannot believe i typed so much in english. and i do better in school to!
Posted by: Fille Française on 5/10/2008 6:42:24 PM
i cannot write so poems in english, but i am an artist at the french poetrys. Ma ville Mon pays Oh les endroits je manque Les choses je vois toujours vraiment Est les visages Dans tous les différents endroits. Mais maintenant j'ai une maison. Dans un endroit de wondeful. Je serai fort Et s'il ne finit jamais Je ne serai pas triste, Tout le temps. C'est ma maison maintenant. Ma maison loin de la maison.
Posted by: Fille Française on 5/10/2008 6:51:34 PM
i dont get this poem but oh well
Posted by: hollyberrie on 5/10/2008 6:55:47 PM
Poetry is a greta thing! and u have a good skill! I wrote a really short one. Its about how beautiful water is. As the wood rotts away And rock crumbles down. The beauty of the water Shall never go away.
Posted by: lucky charms on 5/10/2008 6:58:53 PM
Fille Francaise- that's awesome with your english and all. I wish i could understand french... it's so sad that i don't know at least three other languages... besides English that is.
Posted by: writerchickwithfeelings on 5/10/2008 7:09:39 PM
nice.................
Posted by: prettycatholicgirl11 on 5/10/2008 7:10:36 PM
Wow. Whoever wrote this has some talent. I really liked it.
Posted by: squeeners on 5/10/2008 7:13:56 PM
Yeah, this is my favorite out of all the poems on here that I've seen so far. Great job, Erin!!!
Posted by: squeeners on 5/10/2008 7:22:01 PM
I dont really understand this poem.Could someone please explain it for me?
Posted by: crazyflutegurl on 5/10/2008 7:44:05 PM
yeah, Fille Francaise: I'm proud o u for learning english so well! hows ur baby sister? she seems really cute. i hav a cousin in france named Juliette! she taught me most of my french.
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/10/2008 7:49:29 PM
My class has to write a sory and mine has to be u know, olden times of france. heres one of my pages. its in diary format.I made up the girl who is writing the diary. Dec.5, 1568 Oh, dearest diary, I am so glad I have you. Sir Sancheiser warns of Princess Denise, who plots to steal you. Many try to find my thoughts to ruin chances of my becoming queen. It is dangerous to write all my deepest thoughts in you, Duary, but I must take these risks because not even a dearest friend cannot hear my wonders. Tomorrow I journey with Papa to visit Regno Reale in Italy, so we may make an alliance with the king. Mamanwarns to be careful with a lady named Nessun Segreto, which means No Secret. She plans to gossip of any travelers, especially royal ones. She lives in the Royal Kingdom, which scares me. I know I will be lonely in Italy for the month there, for I cannot bring Belle. She wishes to come, but she can't bring her family or leave them. She is my best friend, and I would hate to hurt her family. I hear the Lucis coming, so I must go. I promise to hide you.
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/10/2008 8:02:34 PM
Saturday blues. I want to go out. I want to get out. Locked up in the house is dreary. Out. Away. Gone. College maybe, but farther. I want to know, everything. I want to fly away with fame. I want to be known for so much. I want to get ou, so i can make myself known.
Posted by: writerchickwithfeelings on 5/10/2008 1:12:33 PM
1st comment!!! (_) '' * U bunny!!
Posted by: pompom753 on 5/10/2008 1:26:15 PM
my comment is not showing up!!!!!!!:C
Posted by: pompom753 on 5/10/2008 1:27:25 PM
MOD, I have a huge problem. My mom stole my phone, and read all my text messages,and actually had the nerve to LECTURE ME on the content of them (i.e. mild cursing, complaining about parents). I don't think i've ever been so furious in my life, and my mom seriously sees nothing wrong with what she did. she has a history of doing this (when my sister was my age, she read her journal, then apologized only when My grandparents and dad told her how horrible it was of her...), and i need to find a way to convey to her how dispicable that was. i don't know what to do! should i give her a taste of her own medicine, and read her texts, or her emails? i know that sounds wrong, but that seems like the only way to get her to see my perspective...
hey girl!
I would not try to get even, that is never a good idea. Talk to your mom and tell her upset it made you and that you feel like she didnt respect your privacy and your stuff.
xoxo Ashley<3
Posted by: mrs.cullen11 on 5/10/2008 1:27:46 PM
WHERES MY COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>:I
Posted by: pompom753 on 5/10/2008 1:28:05 PM
nice poem. Mod im so bored. i finished all the mothers day stuff, and i hav no1 to call and nothing to do. i read and read till ik hurt my head. im so bored. what can i do
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/10/2008 1:50:27 PM
I don't wanna go See the sun when I love the snow. I don't wanna leave You behind to greive Over me. But I'm gonna leave And you gotta see That just because I'm gone Doesn't mean we lose are love song. 'Cuz I love You And you love me So what's left to see? Just everything, Once were free.
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/10/2008 1:55:38 PM
Mod Im bored. any ideas? i finshed mothers day stuff
How about watching a movie, reading a book or hanging out with friends?
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/10/2008 1:58:14 PM
I wish that when I look you in the eye you could see straight through into my soul instead of slowly passing by 'cuz once you are behind me I am telling myself why all the many reasons I shouldn't cry So I'm holding back my tears and I wonder what it'll be like when I see your face again after all those many years have gone by will I greet you like an old friend even though you never were or will I keep pretending, keep pretending no, I won't no I'm not pretendin any longer ya, I'm gonna show the world who I really am no more wondering what could've been this is my only chance to live the life I have ummm... that's all I can think of right now, btw that's a song... well, it's the words to a song that I just made up.
Posted by: M... on 5/13/2008 6:53:09 PM
How many times Must I hear a song That lasts so long I fall into a deep sleep? I look in your eyes AAnd it ain't no surprise That you are asleep too. I rest my head down And have not a frown Upon my face. And now you must know That the song is over You can wake From your dreams of clover Fields. Wow that poem makes no sence w-s-e! i just put some rhyming words together
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/13/2008 8:43:31 PM
wheres my comment?
Posted by: mrs.cullen11 on 5/10/2008 2:25:49 PM
you think I don't care because I don't say hello but that's not true you should know I love you I've been crying myself to sleep over some unknown pain can't tell quite what it is but it's always the same you think it has nothing to do with you? I'm not so sure but what is there to do? I'm just gonna leave it at that because I don't know what else to write.
Posted by: M... on 5/10/2008 2:41:31 PM
in my bed i gain the peace worries decease happiness is increase i hear the rain i feel the sun i feel the rush of a run security safe & warm sturdy shelter from the storm i rest my head i say good night in doubt or hope itz dark but bright itz only me itz all 4 me the sleep & peace iz just 4 me my bed is always there 4 me whether my day wuz rough or sweet itz my haven itz my home itz my heaven im not alone with itz matress pillowz & sheetz i receive the comfort of a queen i rest my head i say good night dont have 2 worry my slumberz nice
Posted by: milk&honey_baby on 5/10/2008 3:06:23 PM
Mod
Posted by: alyandajlover82 on 5/10/2008 3:55:13 PM
mod im bored to and have done EVERYTHING!
Posted by: alyandajlover82 on 5/10/2008 3:57:03 PM
ARE U KIDDING ME. I HATE COMPUTERS. I wrote this amazing poem it was called "strangers" and was about how my friend left and shes my stranger and it was amazing i cant rewrite it i remember 1 word of it and i was gonna send it in to so many things.. counting this. And it was amazing and didnt even rhyme. Ive written so many stories and poems but this was my best and NOO its lost. I also wanna model. but things like that just dont happen because my family cant afford things sometimes Sorry i really had to let my anger out
Posted by: Melissa on 5/10/2008 4:48:05 PM
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL! I love that it's so different, so creative. Geez, really good! Keep writing! I love the first stanza. And the last line "I never went home again" that was really touching. I just love this type of poetry, mysterious, not the blunt high school stories, I think yours has a lot of depth. Anyway, you should send this to get published someplace. lol, as you can see, I really love your poem.
Posted by: *Fenderbabe69* on 5/10/2008 5:16:02 PM
Melissa... I know how you feel. by the way, we share the same name... my name is also Melissa, and i believe that anyone with our name is awesome!!! you don't find people named Melissa everyday, now do you. I write a lot, and it is so awesome!!! I write stories mostly, fiction mostly, i do write some poetry... it's great. I want to do so much though. I want to become famous for my writings one day, hopefully before i die.
Posted by: writerchickwithfeelings on 5/10/2008 5:20:17 PM
Truth is told in your voice. I can't believe I didn't notice it earlier. The signs, your actions. It's so obvious now. Why do you keep lieing to me? I know what you're doing, and it scares me. Something so evil, done by someone so good. What happened to you? What have you become? I'm leaving you. Sorry, but your just too bad.
Posted by: writerchickwithfeelings on 5/10/2008 5:22:45 PM
OMG!!! that was sooo good i loved it
Posted by: elmo luvs to dance a lot on 5/12/2008 10:58:02 AM
Omg! this poem is amazing! you go girlie!
Posted by: Louissaax3 on 5/12/2008 8:37:54 PM
Oh wow thats a great poem Fille Francaise. when u read it in french, it sounds so beutiful and when u read it in english it gives u a wonderful saddness! aaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy do u also know french i cant take french but(im in 6 grade and my junior high wont have it) but i know it cuz my family is mostly french.
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/12/2008 8:42:14 PM
Could someone please explain what it means?
Posted by: crazyflutegurl on 5/11/2008 7:53:10 AM
aw Fille Francaise's poem is really beautiful! Here is a translation: My city My country Oh places I miss Things I always see really Is faces In all different places. But now I have a home. In a place of wondeful. I shall be strong And if it never finishes I shall not be sad, At all times. It is my home now. My home far from the home.
Posted by: aaaabbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy on 5/12/2008 3:27:15 PM
:eek: :twisted: :sad: :mrgreen:
Posted by: JellyBeanz101 on 5/15/2008 6:33:52 PM
Jellybeanz101: Nah, I don't know french basically at all! My sister takes it, so she helped me with the translation, and the rest I used an online translator. I just did that so others would know what her poem meant in English. xD abs xD
Posted by: aaaabbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy on 5/14/2008 3:09:48 PM
BFF Best friends forever, Or is it Never? You think you are clever, While my heart, you sever Me, your friend forever, You are like a lever, On one side "Forever" On one side "For Never" You are not so clever BFN Best Friends for Never
Posted by: aaaabbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy on 5/14/2008 3:19:57 PM
i guess i'd have to say the 2nd stanza is my favorite. but i don't get this poem. i mean, all poems don't have to rhyme! sometimes the rhymes seem forced. also, if you're going to have a rhyme scheme... stick with it! the 4th stanza has a different rhyme scheme than all the others!
Posted by: refrigeratedrubberbands on 5/11/2008 10:37:38 AM
hello everyone i am bored as usual
Posted by: elmo luvs to dance a lot on 5/13/2008 2:45:22 PM
why do I cry alone in my room with no one there to see all the while I'm wishing that someone were there to comfort me but when there's someone there I hold back all my tears I pretend that I don't care and I hide all of my fears but once I am done crying I can't even remember why so I always end up lying about what I did last night about why I stayed up so late I say I was watching TV the thought of him makes my eyes fill with tears but they'll just have to wait so I'll lie awake tonight thinking about tomorrow and when I wake up with the morning light I will have forgotten all my sorrow
Posted by: M... on 5/14/2008 3:55:13 PM
Trying to hide. You keep pushing closer, I'm staying back. You reek of imperfection, beer you don't lack. A ciggarate or two, it doesn't really matter. I try to back away, but you want to talk. You want to work things out. Sorry, but you have a problem. You're 14, and act like you're 24. You got to get it in your head. I dont want to be around you, for my own good. Sorry, but you reek of imperfection.
Posted by: writerchickwithfeelings on 5/14/2008 5:09:21 PM
I don't really get it....But it was good! A little spooky!
Posted by: me girl on 5/15/2008 3:46:59 PM
M... That was good...
Posted by: writerchickwithfeelings on 5/14/2008 4:57:39 AM
The end of the school year is coming, and you...
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