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» My first love
It was so RED
I believe his name was Zach. He sat next to me in second grade. He said "would you like to see my penis?" I said "what is that?" Next thing i knew i was looking at a red lump in his shorts...Unfortunatly i tattled on him and he never spoke to me again.
(Fri 21st Oct 2005, 3:15, More)
It was so RED
I believe his name was Zach. He sat next to me in second grade. He said "would you like to see my penis?" I said "what is that?" Next thing i knew i was looking at a red lump in his shorts...Unfortunatly i tattled on him and he never spoke to me again.
(Fri 21st Oct 2005, 3:15, More)
» Teenage Poetry
Fifteen years
The air is cold outside my box
Four walls, a window, and a door
Holds me in, a celing to keep
Rain off my head, and a bed.
The dressings were my sister's
But now she's gone away
She's the one with the black flease
I'm younger than my brother
He's younger than her too
Not many people in my family
Not enough to forget my kin
I can count my friends on one hand
And my enemies on the other
I cannot remember what I am doing
I may be writing a play
But no, the characters are living
And the plot goes on and on
Like every story there is a climax
But without action, put the book down
Fifteen year old sob story
Fifteen year old girl out of place
Fifteen years behind me
Another to smack my face
(Tue 16th Aug 2005, 15:27, More)
Fifteen years
The air is cold outside my box
Four walls, a window, and a door
Holds me in, a celing to keep
Rain off my head, and a bed.
The dressings were my sister's
But now she's gone away
She's the one with the black flease
I'm younger than my brother
He's younger than her too
Not many people in my family
Not enough to forget my kin
I can count my friends on one hand
And my enemies on the other
I cannot remember what I am doing
I may be writing a play
But no, the characters are living
And the plot goes on and on
Like every story there is a climax
But without action, put the book down
Fifteen year old sob story
Fifteen year old girl out of place
Fifteen years behind me
Another to smack my face
(Tue 16th Aug 2005, 15:27, More)
» Lies Your Parents Told You
Lies all lies
I think my favorite was when my Dad told my siblings and i that the parachute seeds would make you sick and kill you if they touched you. I feared those things until i was almost 9.
(Fri 16th Jan 2004, 2:56, More)
Lies all lies
I think my favorite was when my Dad told my siblings and i that the parachute seeds would make you sick and kill you if they touched you. I feared those things until i was almost 9.
(Fri 16th Jan 2004, 2:56, More)