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  241.     

Family Life And Love Life.

When my aunt died 3 years ago.It was like I was in woods and couldn't find my way out of woods.But it wasn't like
I was lost in woods and couldn't find my way out.It was real lost when my aunt died with cancer.When my great grand
maw died.It was like I drunk something that made me sick to my stomach.But it wasn't like I that I drunk something that
was bad for me and made me sick to my stomach.It was real lost when she died of old age.When my great grand paw died over Thanksgiving month.It was like lost baby fox that got lost from it family.But it wasn't like a baby fox lost it family.It is real thing when you loose a love one.When I first meet Nathan and we started dating.It was like was cup that you was sweet to drink out of.But it wasn't like a cup that is sweet to drink out of.It is real nice thing when me and Nathan meet and I wish it was like was when we first got together.When Nathan change after my grand paw died and he act like something change him.It was like I was racing horse to get back to something I was missing.But it wasn't like I was racing a horse to get back to my life that I once had.When I found Mason on myspace and we started talking again.It was like shooting star when back and got us together.But it wasn't like they was shooting star that went by that got us together.It was just some bad luck on getting together with Mason.When I thought he love me and wanted to be with me.It was like two love birds that are kissing in the trees.But it wasn't like two loves birds are kissing in the trees.It was real dump thing when you think someone wants to be with you and they do not want to be.




Writer is Kristina Riggs
date it ends was March 27
2008 and time it end 1: 30am.
 
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  242.     

Surfing The Love Wave

Looking into your eyes is an understatement, I gaze into them. Getting lost, losing control. Once we look, they are locked, drawing us closer.This connection is screaming through our pours. There is no explaining it, it's an electric pulse beating rapidly and fiercely. Impulses drive us to keep going, deeper and further. Until there is no turning back. I cant see where we started and dont know where we will end. Thrilling being blinded by you-us-this! We could be going in circles and I wouldn't even know, or do I care. The ride is too exilerating and effortless. Why stop when I am so addicted to the feeling; to the touch; to the moment. Believing is knowing, So I WONT, I might lose it if I try. Right now I will surf the wave, floating away. And wearing PINK lipstick doing it! ! !
 
Aleigha Rieger

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A Father Love & A Mother Love

A father love & a mother love which shall be there in my heart forever

They heard my pain which lust it lost of sore beneath my silent cries of lost they guide me and shall lead me to my praying heart a prays a pound god a worshiper of his religion he give away of purity within a heart of loyalty with honesty a place when I’m lost I will always pray to him even when I shall tears of fallen or even I’m lost to find the right path he always there to guide me even when my heart filled with numb slowly it dies which the pain goes away forever when the darkness has fallen with sore and of the light he sent in to guard me with love in my silent prays a slash of a tears which has fallen down

A mother description of love she sense like a father know his own son& daughter without saying a words but they felt it as a silent fallen in voiceless of words to express the numb beneath you soul or heart that breaks divides into to hearts a hearts of love which lost a silent tears they heard

A father description of his love he sings a song which make me laughter standing by my side a shoulder where i lay as tears fallen to the eyes relieve the pain of lost like a young lady which sad heart

The art of a poet shall a true been share with love beneath the heart & soul passionate plays beneath tow soul with loved

A true poet itself the express of her love within her purity of love which never shall a dies slowly has she walks a walk with prays a pound his love that once was true filled with a tinder touch beneath the soft hearted of two a lover tales which was real and true

A fragments’ from a heart that embrace the key to my heart which loved unlock the keys to the past “where love shall never dies “”reaming which frozen we stand beneath the lover soul”
 
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The Devil

I bet on my sentimental and I lost. I played with the devil, an expert in love. I'm not the first to win but I'm not the only one that lost. He knows how to play the cards well. I'm an angel with good intentions. If he lets me, ill play him again and try to win this time. Maybe he'll be more compassionate and let's me win this time. This time I played the cards slow and bet on my love. No sentimental attachments will be involved. I lost to the devil, an expert in love. I wish I can be that angel that turns dust to true love.
 
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