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  205.     

I Am So Lonely

I am lonely, so lonely
As in the beginning
Was Adam without Eve;
Now, millions of years later,
Me without You.
I'm so lonely:
Afar from the happy life,
Closer to the dark silent world.
 
Tapan M. Saren

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  206.     

A Lonely Tear.

As i lie here, trying to sleep.
A lonely tear, runs down my cheek.
Thoughts of you, run through my head.
As i lie here, lonely, in my bed.
All the things, that could have been.
All the love, we would have seen.
A lonely tear, runs down my cheek.
As i lie here, trying, but never sleep.
 
adrian ball

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  207.     

Not Now

I wanted to jump. I did. I coulnt bear the humiliation of going back to him. That man, that horrible, selfish man. He didnt even care about anyone else. Not even me. Only that horrible smelly cursed liquid. Thats what was one his mind. He used to care. He used to care about everyone untill she died than that cursed drink got the best of him, and he became an uncivilized,43 year old monstor from hell. The jump from the lower roof of the two story tan house was only a hundred thousand feet down. It seemed. It was more probable to say that the long jump was more likley to be only 20 feet down. I could jump this relatively, small jump from the lower roof of the house, onto that aful, rust greenish, colored Buick Les abre. I could do this. After all that buick was my friend. Weve gone on so many long boring road trips together. It seemed realistic to think this car was my friend, but this frined I seemed to have would be the loast friend of the family I would ever see again after this deadly jump off the roof of the tan house onto the hood of the buick, then to the lack top driveway. I could piture myself landing on the hood of the car safe and sound. Then energetically and sneakily jump off the hood of the car, onto the balck top and then full speed run.. No. I coulnt do it. I couldnt bring myself to jump. I just realized it was raining, and I was soaked and freezing. Even, if I succeded in this mission of running away from that thing. Where would I go? I was soaked and freezing. I would freeze to death. Looking down at the disgusting rusting, greenish, colored Buick just gave me the reeps. The monster inside, could probably hear my heart ponding right now, and so could the rest of the world. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and looked back at the window, the lonely, small window that I came from. One of the dark lairs of the monsters house, which was evidently into my room from this wet, black, slippery, roof. I looked back down at the Buick and took atnother deeo breath. I had decided. I looked ath the lonely dark room window and started to crawl my soaked, wet, adn shivering, body back to my room. I kept crawling to the windw, not looking back. Defeat. Defeat had overpowered me. I crawled into the window, into my room and I was going to sit on the quuen size bed exausted. But for some awkward reason, I looked back, back at the lonely opend windo. I could see the ran poring down onto the roof, splashing the roof with water. Then I thought two words, to very simple words, words that would change my life forever. The two simple words I formed came out of my lis into a whisper and simply said. 'Not now, Not now' and then I went to my bed, I went to go lay on my queen size bed to rest, to rest for the rest of my life, and never get back up, untill the monstor awoke me.
 
Stefan Prins

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  208.     

Simple Song

I am travelling by bus on the lonely highway
And there is no other cars onr truck in this lonely high way because it is Easter and everybody else is spending easter at home
But I am travelling by bus on the lonely highway and I am going by bus To Mexico city so that I can have a break from the long winter
But I will be back in may home when it will be spring at home by then
And I am so happy at the same time to get away from home
But also my heart jumps with ioy
 
Aldo Kraas

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