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What do I do when the one I love becomes my fear?
When the one I love becomes my nightmare?
When the eyes that calm me also kill me
What do I do when all I can think is of something that isn't there?
When the life I am living has stopped on the inside.
When the faces that I know begin to blur and fade away.
What do I do when the voice that sooths my soul become a scream in my head.
When the soft wind that blows become the hurricane inside myself?
When the fast past life becomes the slow death.
What do I do when my soul has been lost?
When my body becomes but a shell
When the life I lived is overcome by something more powerful.
What do I do when the one I love becomes my fear?
When the one I love becomes my nightmare?
When the eyes that calm me also kill me?

This is a poem I wrote a little while ago and only I and my friend have ever read it..

What do I do when the one I love becomes my fear?
When the one I love becomes my nightmare?
When the eyes that calm me also kill me
What do I do when all I can think is of something that isn't there?
When the life I am living has stopped on the inside.
When the faces that I know begin to blur and fade away.
What do I do when the voice that sooths my soul become a scream in my head.
When the soft wind that blows become the hurricane inside myself?
When the fast past life becomes the slow death.
What do I do when my soul has been lost?
When my body becomes but a shell
When the life I lived is overcome by something more powerful.
What do I do when the one I love becomes my fear?
When the one I love becomes my nightmare?
When the eyes that calm me also kill me?

This is a poem I wrote a little while ago and only I and my friend have ever read it..

My Life is a WhirlPool
My life is a whirlpool,
Spinning around and around,
In one second I''m lost,
Oh when will I be found?

My life is a whirlpool,
Spinning around and around,
Oh when oh when,
Will I hit the ground?

My life is a whirlpool,
Spinning around and around,
What is it I hear,
That beautiful sound?

My life is a whirlpool,
Spinning around and around,
I''m just like a tape recorder,
Being wound.

My life is a whirlpool,
Spinning around and around,
One moment I''m lost,
But now I am found!

by Kate
12, well I was 11 when I wrote it

you need to good-handwriting for your school

you need to good-handwriting for your school

here's mine it's about a girl who no one has a care for her
The abandoned girl
A little walking all cold
On a winters night so bold
She had bruises on her legs
She wish they pegs
She cried her last tears
Not one person herd the fears
She was dieing of thirst and hunger
Her stomach growled like thunder
The girl went to the nearest home
She was turned away and moaned
She fell in the snow
Her face felt so cold she felt low
The a girl her age saw her
went up to her and asked her if she wanted come of
She said yes
The girl's mother asked where was her family
She said she didn't have any
Then the mother said then you know ours
the end

love is blind
over and over they told u they love u but it''s all lie
various time u believed them
everytime they continue to hurt and they don''t care
love is blind it''ll take over ur mind

love is blind
over and over they told you they loved you
various times u believed them
everytime they continue to hurt and they don''t care
love is blind it''ll take over ur mind

Imagine observing the
rythm of the world
having the power to
change it all
the ridig lines of conformity
becoming a vivid orginal masterpiece
the love child of your mind
wildly you begin to weld and
sculpt until finall slumped
over in fascination you sit and
reflect on your beautiful work of art.


I love this poem

Near the river bank,
I see a boat,
Which sank,
I shall build a new one,
And race it in the lake,
This one will sail far,
And sink not,
For my name sake!
I began building it,
Everyone laid there heads down,
On the soft white pillows,
I shall not rest,
I shall build!

I built and built,
And had no guilt,
Of staying up all night,
Instead an ounce,
of cheerished pride,
For it was built,
before any other man would wake,
I snuck,
And I was not caught,
Not by luck,
But by fate,
I ran to the lake.
I put it in then pulled it out,
Before it touched the water,
For my hearts sake!
I tried agian,
I put it in,
It sailed threw the lake,
And far it went,
And it never sank!