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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Posted at 01:13 am by Stephanie333
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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Just a Minute
I have only just a minute, just sixity seconds in it; forced upon me- won't refuse it, I must suffer if I lose it, give account if I abuse it; Just a tiny minute, but eternity is in it.
The Clock Of Life
The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power to tell just where the hand will stop - at late or early hour. Now is the only time I own! Live, Love, toil with a will; Place no faith in "tomorrow" for the clock maybe still.
In To Out
The inner side of every cloud is bright and shining; I therefore turn my clouds about and always wear them insdie out, to show the lining.
Pass It On
Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on! 'Twas not given to you alone! Pass it on! Let it tarvel down the years, let it wipe another's tears, till in Heaven the dead appears; Pass it on!
Language Of The Heart
It is the secret sympathy, the sliver link, the silken tie, which heart to heart and mind to mind in body and in soul can bind.
These poems are all so great i wish I could take credit for them but that would be wrong and against gods will. I am not sure who all famous writers wrote these but they have all been desceseed, so i say i bid with the and thy words shall never beforgotten even till I die.
Posted at 12:29 am by Stephanie333
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Monday, October 04, 2004
Posted at 07:50 pm by Stephanie333
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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Looking in the mirror,
seeing someone staring back at me,
who is this person because I dont know her.
But she seems to move just like me yet,
she doesn't look anymore filmaliure to me than a stranger would.
Looking in the mirror,
seeing this girl cry infront of me and I am just watching through floating eyes,
not feeling any movement,
just looking at her with a wondering eyes.
Looking in the mirror,
seeing her pain, and yet I some how feel it too,
she seems to look right back at me and has tears runing down her face,
I look into her eyes and all i see are holes filled of darkness.
Looking in the mirror,
wondering who this is staring back at me,
wondering if this is me then why can't anyone remember me anymore.
if this is me, tell me one thing how could you forget this sad face that stares at you.
How could you make this perons cry and feel hurt,
who ever this girl is I don't want to be her, I don't want to feel her pain...
If only our personalities were what people saw, what would you look like?
Posted at 08:45 pm by Stephanie333
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Sunday, September 19, 2004
Beauty is where the heart is,
it is where your soul leads you.
Taken for granted it leads you to troubled water,
unstable as it flows you understand why you're you.
It lies inside of you and stays neat and clean,
so let it out and show your true colors.
As you're on your journey to the heart,
its shows you everything you thought you knew.
You see what you thought was beauty,
then you feel what beaut really is.
You make no attempt to get out of the water,
as you lie there it takes you to the real beaut of you.
There isn't a color of beauty, nor is there a skin,
hair, eyes, height, weight...But a beauty of you in your heart,
does it lead you to the real beauty because
its not whats on the outside,
but the inside that beholds the real magical power.
We are all born with a magical power of beauty but the is problem,
many people don't know how to open the door without a key,
but what they should have already known was that the door was
never locked.
Posted at 06:03 am by Stephanie333
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