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Post by Warrior for Truth on Sept 30, 2005 12:51:36 GMT -5
i told her that i was sorry but when i think of something like that ya'll know i GOTTA say it so ya.
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Post by notetoself on Sept 30, 2005 18:52:39 GMT -5
Ok.
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Post by frankislivinginmyfoot on Oct 1, 2005 13:47:48 GMT -5
ok
sooooooooooo
here's my big poem!
Umm.... Hmm...
To like someone is a treat, But to truley Love someone, That's a treasure beyond silver or gold.
Ta da!
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Oct 2, 2005 21:36:54 GMT -5
wow, yalls stuff rocks. my stuff is ok, but ive had writters cramp and ive been in a writting mood, but havent really sat down and wrote anything. anyways i guess ill post some stuff. its not great but i hope u still like it.....
These Demons Inside
I sit here alone, surrounded by people. They seem normal but I’m not sure. I feel fine but my emotions start to take over inside. Worry strikes first, and I’m left wondering if these people are real. Or is this just a dream? Or even a nightmare. Darkness and pain follows close behind, like an un seen stalker. The room turns dark and everyone stops and turns, giving me a horrible glare. I try not to look, but it is so tempting. As I look into their eyes, I find myself looking deeper and deeper into them. I am struck inside with this cold, dark fear. I begin to lose control of all senses I ever controlled. Panic engulfs me, leaving nowhere on or inside my body that is not uninfected. Without warning, the images I once saw have escaped from the people. But what I see is even worse than what I saw before. I finally realize that they are really demons that dwell below the earth. They have faces that would make anyone want to vomit. But for some reason, I find myself unable to. I also find that the face I’m staring straight into is fear itself. I turn, wanting to run far, far away from everything. Doors “appear” in my path but I try to run through them. As I run further away, the hall stretches, making it seem like I’m running forever. As I turn to see behind me, I see the demons in hot pursuit. As I think I’m getting further away from them, I see they are actually getting closer to me. As I turn back around, I see a door in my path. I try to run faster, with more momentum. As I run, the impact is greater than expected. I hit head on and fly backwards, landing hard on my back. My neck snaps, feeling leaving just after impact. I can feel blood flowing out of my head, like the mighty Mississippi flowing through its path. M wrist has lost feeling also. The demons that were following behind me finally catch up to me. Some walk, and some just runs into my body, each bringing more pain as it enters. I feel a hot sting from within. I get the feeling of pain, anger, guilt and depression. I don’t know what to do. I am stuck on my back, not able to feel anything physical, but anything mental. I close my eyes, wanting the pain to leave. “It’s all a dream” I say. But it’s not. I feel hopeless. This pain I am in is unexplainable. I have taken every path possible, but now here I am. Then, unexpectedly, I am blinded and all I see is darkness. But I feel the same. Unable to feel my hands or feet, I do feel, though, cold, hard chains that are binding me against my will. They are equivalent to suffocation. They get tighter and tighter as every second ticks away. I can hardly breathe. The chains are all over me, from the neck down. I also feel this cold, dry breeze that is constantly blowing on me. I want to die. Dying is probably not this painful. I start to cry, trying to feel better. Suddenly I am taken back to a light world, but this world is different from any that I have ever seen before. The chains are still binding me, but I can see around me. I walk around school, my church, even my own house. But it’s like no one else can see these chains. Only I can. I have this pain inside, but no one asks about it. I look around and see others similar to me. I finally realize why I am binded in chains. I see these people, crying out for help, but no one is answering them. The want help, but I just stand around and let them suffer. I am swept with compassion but I can’t reach out to them. They are sinking, dying, but what am I doing? I’m just watching them drown, dying forever. I know I shouldn’t but for some reason I do. At times it seems they are having fun but inside they sink even more. I envied them. I still do. But as I do, trying to be like them, the chains once again tighten around me. I put other stuff in the way, to help me out. But that doesn’t do any good. I feel bad, so I let them suffer. But my eyes open to the fact that I am only on earth. Pain on earth is temporary. Is my temporary pain on earth worth more than the eternal pain they will feel one day? I now feel so low. While I still do this, I don’t do it as much. I do not like to see these people I call friends suffer. Not even my worst enemies. I am tired of this feeling of seeing them suffer, but yet I just sit around and let it happen. Why do I do this? I do consider myself a Christian, but I am supposed to help the lost. Spread the light to those who are in the dark. But if you think about it, we ALL do it. So many people are dying, and we are just letting them. We feel sorry but if we really were sorry, then we would do something. Don’t you agree? I know though that the chains that bind me also binds many others. One day, I know, the chains will go away. But that day was 2000 years ago. We just have to ask God to remove them. He will love to remove the chains of sin, with the coldness of guilt. The demons will leave, just tell them to. They cannot be around God. If you ever feel them coming, just pray. They won’t come close to you ever again.
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Post by frankislivinginmyfoot on Oct 2, 2005 22:36:30 GMT -5
i <3 it!
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Post by Warrior for Truth on Oct 3, 2005 12:52:56 GMT -5
Is that the story i read coming home from DC camp retreat?
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Post by Ash on Oct 3, 2005 14:09:02 GMT -5
No. It isn't..
That's a good story though.
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Oct 3, 2005 18:52:14 GMT -5
thanks. it is 1 of my favs. MUCHAS GRACIAS UDSTEDAS!!!!!!!
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Post by Ash on Oct 4, 2005 11:07:14 GMT -5
Yep yep! ;D
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Post by Brecia on Oct 4, 2005 12:32:05 GMT -5
A dusty shelf a dust book old faded pages I'm leafing through sorting out the past looking for answers for the furture leafing through the pages memories overwhelm me as I embrace what I have lost what will never return are nothing but a history in a big brown book that sits on a shelf a collects dust and is my only connection with the past
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Post by frankislivinginmyfoot on Oct 4, 2005 14:22:19 GMT -5
wow, that's awesome, bree!! go you!
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Post by Warrior for Truth on Oct 6, 2005 9:43:41 GMT -5
GOOD JOB!
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Post by Brecia on Oct 6, 2005 13:17:50 GMT -5
Thanks
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Oct 6, 2005 20:34:54 GMT -5
yep. that stinkin rocks!!!!!!!! good job.......
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kitty
Every now and Then
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Post by kitty on Oct 6, 2005 22:42:46 GMT -5
"Everyone is unique", a phrase most commonly used by the mentors of adolecents, in an attempt to instigate a boost in self esteem by making one feel special and needed. However, upon breaking down this phrase into a literal sense, it obviously cannot be true; for if everyone was truely 'unique', they would then lose their uniqueness because the quality of being unique is shared among others. Ok, not so inspiring, but I was bored
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