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red is the color of desire orange is the color when my hearts on fire yellow is the color when he lights up my world green is the color when he looks at another girl blue is the color of his wonderful stare purple is the color when i feel his love black is the color when he's not there White is the color from the angels above

When i write
Im in a different universe
I dont write with a pen
I write with
My heart
My mind
My soul
Everything i feel
Goes down on paper
Everyone i love
Goes down on paper
When i write
Im noticed
When i write
I have the power
When i write
Im happy.....

I looked out the window
And watched as the red tail
Lights disappear...
I remember that night well
Because that car
Belonged to my mother
She left me at this ophanage
Ms. Lilly, the owner told me
That my mother loved me.
If she really loved me
Why did she leave?
I was 2 when she left
Now im 16
Im old enough to drive
But i can't get away from here
If she'd known i'd never be adopted
Would she have kept me?
Would i have a better life then this?
I'll never know.
But the one thing i know
Is that I'm

Alone

People tell me im beautiful.

Do they really mean it.

What is beauty?

Its just a way to be judged.

Who cares what we look like?

We are beautiful.

You are beautiful.

Without lipstick

Without eyeliner

Without all those things we waste our money on.

Just the way you are.

Green is

Life

Green is

Jealiousy

Green is

Natural

Green is

Me

  I am an Abenaki (pronounced AH-buh-nah-kee) and this is the story of how I died. It all started in 1629 and life was alright in Saco by the Penobscot River. The winter wind was cold and lifeless the man went hunting for deer and moose as the women cared for the children. I was about 17 at the time, doing my usual chores fixing canoes and making bows and arrows. Months and months past doing the same thing over and over again with the occasional game of babskwahamawagan (lacrosse). Then we found them wandering, the men, with faces white as snow. They were wearing funny looking clothes (not like our breechcloths and leather leggings) and they spoke a weird language. Within a week we showed them how to fish, garden, and speak our language and in return they gave us gifts, but that one gift they gave us was unwanted.

  My people were sick and it wasn’t your average running nose. They were getting weird series of bumps and rashes filled with a pus-like substance. They looked decrepit and ghastly as they hacked and coughed. Everywhere I looked I saw the pain in their eyes, I felt sorry no one could help them not even our medicine woman. 75% of 40,000 people died. We knew the white men had something to do with it because nothing was wrong with them. On May 3rd, 1631 we asked the white men to leave and they wouldn’t. They said that this was their land now and they weren’t going to let “savages” like us to get in their way. Read more »

close your eyes and Imagine,imagine your at camp
And you dont know anyone there
You turn and see a girl walking towards you
Little do you know shes going to be your new friend
But all that changes during school

Imagine, your at a new school
and you dont know anyone there
Then you see your friend, the one from camp
Shes helping you meet new people
later on that year your friends with everyone

Imagine schools almost over
Its been the best part of your life
You have boyfriend
You have posse of people with you everywhere
But where is your friend
Shes off on a similar but different road
She has the same life as you
But thats not enough she wants more

Imagin your friend wants your life
Shes wants to ruin your life just to be happy
You knew she would do this shes done it to others
And you know whats going to happen, step by step
1st she starts rumors
2nd she turns everyone against you
3rd when she leaves you with nothing she laughs,just laughs

Now open your eyes and realize that this is happening now
This is real life and this is my life
And right now my life sucks
I dont want this to happen to you or anyone else
So thanks for reading this and good luck.

I have no idea

What to do Im in love

But am i loved?

Do i say something

Or not?

Im afraid To be alone

Im afraid To be myself

Why do i have to be so..

Clueless