my words

The greatest conflicts are not between two people but between one person and himself.
-Garth Brooks, Country Music

this made me think, "if conflicts are between himself then why do we argue so much? why can't we just face the fact that we made the wrong choice and get on with our lives with out fighting."
"Crows", by Christopher 14, was a man vs creature. "Crows" takes place on halloween night in front of a old red barn and a corn field. The conflict is that there is a creature called "the creature". "The Creature" loves to eat young girls with thier eyes ripped outm or the lower half of the man.

a feeling called love

I never thought I’d cry again,
But you change me.
You made me find something, I thought I lost along time ago.
This one little feeling called love.
Your smile was so bright it lit up my dark heart.
Your laugh was so wonderful I wanted to open up,
Just to hear it some more
And now here we are lying side by side,
Never to leave each other's side ever again…

Blood stain tears (or even after death)

He use to always skip school
no one ever payed attention on those days
just the days he did come to school
he'd come into class with a depressing look on his face and sat at his desk everyday when he came to school he was like this
I just thought he was sad because he had to come to school
he came over to talk to me
he said he had a problem
I saw what he hid from everyone under his sleeves.
"I can't stop, please can you help me?" he asked
I fell to the ground shaking there were red marks that were new
and brown marks that were old
every time closed my eyes I saw those marks
every time I tried to ignore it
I heard his voice over and over
racing threw my head saying
"can you help me. I haven't been able to stop since I started."
I did my best to help him
I learned that his parents had past away not to long ago
he did have any brothers or sisters
when I started to help him
he started to come to school more often
he came into class with a smile on his face
everyday I tried to help as much as I could
everyday I had spent with him I started falling in love with him a little more every time
there was one day he didn't come to school
no one notice but me
that was the only day I ever skipped
a whole day of school
I ran to his house were we had met everyday after school heart broken
when I found him...
I couldn't believe what I saw
and still can't
his image is still in my head just as fresh as the first day I saw him
lying on the floor
blood everywhere around him
my knees shook and I couldn't control my self anymore
I collapsed into a puddle of his crimson blood
there was a note sitting on his bed
"Dear my helping Angel,
I'm sorry. This was my final try, and if I don't die, I promise, no I swear I'll never try again. If I do die, I'm sorry I left you. I know you tried your hardest, it helped a lot! But I still felt a little broken. I don't know what it is but everyday I woke up with this pain that I can't describe. The pain never went away unless I forgot about it but that was only when I was around you. Every moment we spent together was the best, I wanted to spend every second with you, just so I can forget this pain. Before I say my good bye I wanted you to know that I love you...And I always will I just don't know if you felt the same. One last thing, don't do anything stupid like what I did.
Love,
Tony
P.S
I'll always watch over you every single day."

not caring
I fell on top of his dead corpse
his blood on my cheeks with tears flowing like a river of blood
"Oh god, why!!... why couldn't you wait one more day...One more second...Just so I can tell him that I do love him."
the knife he used to kill himself ws so close
"no. Please don't do it"
I heard a voice say in the back of my head as I was starting to reach for it.
no one was there for him at his funeral...
just me
just my lonely blood stained tears.
was his stream to swim.
living life without him was hard
trying to ignore his final words was even harder.
now I'm the one coming into class with my hung down
as I look at his desk I see he sat in,
and broke down tears
waiting for my time to come
when I can be with Tony on last time
to tell him that I do love him...
...Even after death

But I don't want to cry

I fell like crying
But I don't want to cry
I fell the water of my tears covering my eyes
But I don't want to cry
I fell the watery river of my tears flowing down my face
But I don't want to cry
I taste the saltiness of my tears as they go over my lips
But I don't want to cry,
I don't want to cry,
but it's to late I've cried so many times

commit

I'm thinking about 2 pieces I want to publish. The first one is one that I've been working on since last year, "a new life". My second piece is one that I wrote this year, called "kids now-a-days" this is just about how us kids don't shut up when our teachers are giving direction, and we don't know how to shut up.

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right now the only thing i think i can chage would be the last 2 lines of this poem/thought.

Publication

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Submissions Periods Open to submissions from Friday, September 01, 2006 to Tuesday, May 15, 2007

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Publishing schedule September 15, 2006 December 15, 2006 March 15, 2007 June 15, 2007