Make it Write Poetry & Prose February 1999 Untitled by Laura White i have helped kings build countries and i have also helped armies take them down, my ability to build and demolish is astounding there are people who fear me and do not know me, then there are those who dare to try to over take me and they too do not know me i work for neither good nor evil but for my own personal satisfaction i can harm you or help you and you can do the same thing to me i have unleashed the things no human dares to see. then you decide whether or not to look. but beware you must choose very wisely you may see too much or slightly not enough you have to know when and where to stop it all. and i can not tell you that. if you can't make sense of the words i speak fear not because it just means you aren't capable of understanding yourself...yet i am not an immortal that has seen many worlds just a soul that has seen my own world in so many ways.     I Had To by Emily Feb. 1999 - 14 years You ran to fast when I walked too slow, you grabbed my hands when my arms were full, I'd drop my books to unfold a story, of denial and sadness expressed only by a held tongue. You asked to open a new door, when I was afraid of the draft, you'd calm your nerves with heated words, so I douched the fire, and quenched the spark, I let it all go for a new start What else was I supposed to do.   Untitled by Emily Feb. 1999 - 14 years I soiled my hands on your back, my shoes were laced almost as tightly as our fists, I wished you would've cut the string, to take that load off my back, is it really my fault, or do you need something to blame? untitled by Carli Lane Feb. 1999 - 15 years Staring at the devil, into it's fiery eyes, Drowning in your own pitiful sorrow. Choking back the tears and all you despise, Wondering 'Will I be here tomorrow?'. All alone, the world is dark and cold, You here all the rumors, hear all the talk. You have nothing to cherish, nothing to hold, You are nothing but dirt on which people walk. The hurtful comments, you're screaming inside, Someone out there must know how you feel. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, Why is life like this? Is it all real? You pick up the gun, sleek and black, Now there's now way of turning back.       I Don't Believe In You. by Anton Arkhipov Feb. 1999 - 19 years "I don't believe in you!" These were the words God heard When He came down from the skies The people drowned in their sins And empty stood the paradise God wanted to open people's eyes He wanted them to learn to love But they rejected him with words: "I don't believe in you, my Lord!" And then they drew their swords... Dealing With Myself by H. Tennille Johnson Feb. 1999 - 18 years I am like a bird in a cage Trapped with my emotions Sometimes I wish I were free I wish I could soar I am like a boat in the sea I go wherever a strong wind pushes my sail I wish I never got lost I only want to be found I am not really beautiful Sometimes I pretend When I look in the mirror I see another girl's reflection I am not perfect I wish I never made mistakes But since I always do I accept it and go on I remain trapped like the bird I waiver as the boat I deal with imperfection And I am lonely

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