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Emo SonnetEmo Sonnet Death
In my left hand I hold a blade so cold,
As bad thoughts overwhelm my feeble mind.
Darkness is what the cruel future will hold,
What Ive gone through is anything but kind.
My right hand then caressed its smooth steel blade,
As I slid down the highway of my wrist.
Never to admit that I am afraid,
With the knife that I hold in my firm fist.
Years of suppressed agony flow freely,
For this is the answer I am seeking.
Sometimes I ask myself am I really,
The same person with the wrist thats leaking.
I am crazy so why should I pretend;
Life is no use so why not let it end?
The Truth Not ToldThe Truth Not Told
Three years ago, when I was attending my first year of high school, I learned a lesson that changed my attitude forever. I remembered clearly, when my parents constantly reminded me about how important high school was. They told me that it was not the same as elementary school, and that I would get a lot more homework. As a 14 year-old girl, I was very ignorant, and did not listen to my parents at all, and simply replied with, Yea, I know already, followed by the classic eye roll.
Soon, school began, and I adapted to the environment quickly. I made new friends, met new teachers, and not having recess was not that bad. Everything was fine until a week later, when I got bombarded with homework. I could not handle the workload; it was just too much. My parents told me to finish my homework, but I chose not to listen. Instead, I wasted away the valuable hours of homework time, and replaced it with video games. Studying was obviously off the list as wel
Pit Bulls Should Not Be Banned Man's Best Friend
There is a lot of talk going on saying that Pit Bulls will be banned in Ontario. Let us think for a minute. Why do we want to ban the Pit Bulls? Most people would probably respond as, they are vicious, or, they are dangerous. Pit Bulls are bred to be vicious, and they are bred to attack other dogs. Should we to blame this on humans or the Pit Bulls themselves?
Pit Bulls are just like any other dog. We are misled by the media into thinking that Pit Bulls will attack the innocent when it is us who bred them to behave that way. Every living thing start out neutral until a certain way of behaving is learned or taught to them. The same applies to Pit Bulls. It is not their fault that they behave the way they do. Instead of mistreating them, we must try to understand their needs, give responsibility and correct ownership towards Pit Bulls.
Pit Bulls are bred for the wrong reason. They suffer from abuse and neglect from their owne
A Place Just For Me A Place Just For Me
There is only one place in this world that will always welcome me. When I am there, I feel as if all my troubles are lifted away. It comforts me, makes me feel safe, and protects me from the outside world. It is a place that I look forward to everyday when I am tired after busy hours of school. It is a magical place where my imagination can run free. It is always there for me, and me only.
It is a warm summer day in the month of July, the rays of the morning sun poured into my room as I am pulling aside my green and white curtain. I lie in bed, enjoying the warm sunlight on my face. My pillow is puffy like cotton candy and my quilt is smooth like silk. The cute stuffed animals beside my head smile at me, as if greeting me, good morning. Suddenly, my cat jumps onto my lap. I sit up to pet its soft fur as it nuzzles lovingly at my right arm, telling me that it is time for school.
I get out of bed, and my foot steps onto the light-pink col
First Time Impressions Mislead Saying Hello to the Devil
When I was young, I always judged peoples personalities by the way they looked. If a man looked scary, I would automatically assume that he was a bad man, and if he looked charming, I would assume he was a good man. However, this assumption was silly and wrong, for a persons true character will not revealed until you get to fully know them.
First impressions can be misleading. The next time you walk into a restaurant and a waitress happily flutters to your side with the smile of an angel, assigning you a seat and asking you what you would like to order; pause and think. Is this lady for real or is she just pulling it off for the sake of her job? How many people are actually delighted to be serving hundreds of hungry customers a day, carrying heavy trays back and forth across a crowded room, and yet remaining so cheerful? It seems that more and more people these days are using this disguise to be successf
ProcrastinationThe Downfall of Most High School Students
Procrastination. It is something that most high school students did and still do, whether it be in class or at home. Procrastination is so tempting that even the most hardworking of all students will probably give in at some point. The things we come in contact with everyday such as friends, computers or televisions, may be a trigger for procrastination. Procrastination is sneaky to the point where it lurks in every corner. Writing an English essay beside your bed may seem easy, but once you take a look at the smooth quilt and puffy pillow, you think of taking a short after-school nap, as procrastination draws you into its trap.
Although the art of procrastination may be a temporary way to relax, the stress and workload accumulates. In return, this leads to work and assignments done poorly, or not handed in on time. Procrastination is also an act of laziness. When there is a load of work that needs to be handed in, students tend to be la
Mlle BujokasMlle Bujokas
Mlle, oh Mlle.
Tu es une idole pour tout les étudiants.
Tu es comme un ange,
Qui nous couvrit avec la connaissance.
Tes yeux scintillent comme les étoiles.
Tes dents brillent dans la salle éclairé faible,
Luirent un sentier de lumière dans lobscurité de ma âme.
Ta écharpe violet me sourit,
Pendant que nous courons joyeux en dehors de lécole.
Nous nous ébattrons entre les champs des fleurs,
Pendant que tu me parles en français.
Ah, cest un bon jour
English version :
Mlle, oh Mlle.
You are an idol for all the students.
You are like an angel,
Who showers us with knowledge.
Your eyes sparkle like stars.
Your teeth glisten in the dimly lit room,
Shining a path of light into the darkness of my soul.
Your purple scarf smiled at me,
As we ran happily outside the school.
We frolicked between fields of flowers,
While you speak to me in French.
Ah, it is a nice day
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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