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savannah-grace-brannen
Wetumpka, AL I'm a 9th grade girl who loves poetry / This is how I am able to be me
It may be news to some That I am not that dumb You say im not the brightest But you havent even the slightest The words from your mouth can deceive But most find them hard to believe Your words are always sour You often abuse your power But at least I can say That I am not old and gray
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
Blonde
Nobody could possibly remember That awful horrible thing of the past But I can recall last year's September A new girl who dreadfully outcast She stood way out far away from the crowd No one around to even speak to her She would never mutter a word aloud So her years here went by as such a blurr I can no longer speak on her behalf It is her very own story to share But here I can show you this photograph Of her and her beautiful golden hair But I am sure you will not forget The time she gave you her blue barrette
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Picture It.
Today at school it was just announced that you decided to die You turned your back to the world, all we could do was cry Counselor's lined up in the halls to help us with our grieving It doesn't matter though because we all just want you breathing The world is darker with out you here for you were the sun The smile on your face would heal the pain of almost everyone Everyone except you dear which no one understood Your death which is the reason we left school today Not a soul stood in the halls of our school hallway Mckenzie love, you will be missed I'm not sure how we'll survive But one day we once again will be able to see you thrive - FlyHighKenzie
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
Mckenzie
Marjorie picks up the phone, She's quite sure that she's alone. Punches in her "good friend's" number She's excited! It's no wonder! Something naughty to convey! Can't wait to tell! Can't wait to say! "Hello, Sally? Yeah, it's me! I'm at the window... guess what I see! You know that ***** across the way? She's with another man today! Hannah's hubby, right next door. Can you believe that little ***** I'm telling you 'coz I'm your friend This wicked business has to end! Wait a minute... there they GO! They're leaving! I'll bet you know Where they're headed. Oh, you bet. *A motel room is what they'll get.* *Juicy fruit spills from the lips Open mouth and out it slips Sweet as strychnine to the tongue Where the poison apple's hung. If you've nothing nice to say We're all ears! Come our way! There's a tale to be told Don't matter if yo young or old It's a secret on the block... ... if it's scandalous, LET'S TALK!!!* Sally John finds her PC. She has another "friend" you see... "Hello, Jane? Just talked to Marge, Got some news, and it is LARGE! You know that harlot up the street? You'll never guess her latest meat! Hannah's hubby! Oh, her **** I can't believe this awful biz! Marge told me, it can't be wrong, They were KISSING... ON THE LAWN!!! Then they drove off in his car... They weren't going very far No-Tell Motel's where they're at... Whatcha expected from an alleycat. Hannah's gonna *flip her lid! I won't tell, so keep it hid...* -chorus- The story spread around, of course. Hannah's filing for divorce. Then her hubby *lost his job... ... as pastor of a CHURCH of GOD.* And the ***** Well. She died. She committed suicide. The real story was quite sad, And I hope it makes you mad. "Harlot's" son? He needed pills. Guess no one knew that he was ill. She wasn't goin' very far... ... and her pastor had a car. Who's the culprit? Who's to blame? Guess we all know her name. Who's to count the tragic cost? *With one stroke two lives were lost!* Her little boy went 'round the bend. An alcoholic in the end. The tongue can be a thing of praise Or ignite a mighty blaze! So check your heart. Check your mouth. Make sure that it's not *headin' SOUTH.* Kindness is joy in age or youth.... ... you *reap what you sow **and THAT'S the TRUTH.*** SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) July 5, 2010
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Let's Talk!
Marjorie picks up the phone, She's quite sure that she's alone. Punches in her "good friend's" number She's excited! It's no wonder! Something naughty to convey! Can't wait to tell! Can't wait to say! "Hello, Sally? Yeah, it's me! I'm at the window... guess what I see! You know that ***** across the way? She's with another man today! Hannah's hubby, right next door. Can you believe that little ***** I'm telling you 'coz I'm your friend This wicked business has to end! Wait a minute... there they GO! They're leaving! I'll bet you know Where they're headed. Oh, you bet. *A motel room is what they'll get.* *Juicy fruit spills from the lips Open mouth and out it slips Sweet as strychnine to the tongue Where the poison apple's hung. If you've nothing nice to say We're all ears! Come our way! There's a tale to be told Don't matter if yo young or old It's a secret on the block... ... if it's scandalous, LET'S TALK!!!* Sally John finds her PC. She has another "friend" you see... "Hello, Jane? Just talked to Marge, Got some news, and it is LARGE! You know that harlot up the street? You'll never guess her latest meat! Hannah's hubby! Oh, her **** I can't believe this awful biz! Marge told me, it can't be wrong, They were KISSING... ON THE LAWN!!! Then they drove off in his car... They weren't going very far No-Tell Motel's where they're at... Whatcha expected from an alleycat. Hannah's gonna *flip her lid! I won't tell, so keep it hid...* -chorus- The story spread around, of course. Hannah's filing for divorce. Then her hubby *lost his job... ... as pastor of a CHURCH of GOD.* And the ***** Well. She died. She committed suicide. The real story was quite sad, And I hope it makes you mad. "Harlot's" son? He needed pills. Guess no one knew that he was ill. She wasn't goin' very far... ... and her pastor had a car. Who's the culprit? Who's to blame? Guess we all know her name. Who's to count the tragic cost? *With one stroke two lives were lost!* Her little boy went 'round the bend. An alcoholic in the end. The tongue can be a thing of praise Or ignite a mighty blaze! So check your heart. Check your mouth. Make sure that it's not *headin' SOUTH.* Kindness is joy in age or youth.... ... you *reap what you sow **and THAT'S the TRUTH.*** SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) July 5, 2010
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