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So I'm going through a phase, and this phase is called the: Going Back and Editing Old Pieces To Hopefully Make Them Halfway Decent Phase! As you may have gathered, I have become very dissatisfied with a lot of my work both recently, and pieces from back in the day. So, it's going to take some time, but I am going to go back and re-edit pieces as they need it. Feel free to comment on both the edited and the not, constructive criticism is always welcome! I figure the more I can learn, the better. Hopefully, this phase will never be over, and I will always strive to improve upon both my work now and in the past- so, yeah, read, comment, have fun, be active!

BY THE WAY........

I'm Gloria and you've reached my page. Please comment on some of my pieces, and don't forget to sign my guestbook.



Name: Gloria, Glo(W) you know, stuff along those lines.

My age: 14


My favorite music: Paramore, Yiruma, Evanescence, Flyleaf, The Fray and more.

My hobbies: Writing, listening to music, reading, hanging with friends, playing instruments....

My favorite movies: A Walk To Remember, The Dark Knight, Pirates of the Carribean, etc.

Favorite people: My older siblings, my friends,...Channing Tatum?

Major Hobbie for now: Manga, manga and anime have to be the thing I am most interested in right now. I love Bleach, Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto, Fairy Tail, Skip Beat! and all that jazz. Check it out!

95 percent of teenagers are concerned about being popular. If you are one of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile.


Favorite Quotes:

History never repeats itself; at best it sometimes rhymes.
*Mark Twain*


A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
*Paul Valery*

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
*W. H. Auden*

-PLEASE READ THIS-



My name is Sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
my daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall.
I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words;
He says it’s my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!” I scream but it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops and heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah and I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

We need to stop child abuse!
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I went to a party,
> And remembered what you said.
> You told me not to drink, Mom,
> so I had a sprite instead.
>
> I felt proud of myself,
> The way you said I would,
> that I didn't drink and drive,
> though some friends said I should.
>
> I made a healthy choice,
> And your advice to me was right .
> T he party finally ended,
> and the kids drove out of sight.
>
> I got into my car,
> Sure to get home in one piece.
> I never knew what was coming, Mom,
> something I expected least.
>
> Now I'm lying on the pavement,
> And I hear the policeman say,
> the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
> Mom, his voice seems far away.
>
> My own blood's all around m e ,
> As I try hard not to cry.
> I can hear the paramedic say,
> this girl is going to die.
>
> I'm sure the guy had no idea,
> While he was flying high.
> Because he chose to drink and drive,
> now I would have to die.
>
> So why do people do it, Mom
> Knowing that it ruins lives?
> And now the pain is cutting me,
> like a hundred stabbing knives ..
>
> Tell my brother not to be afraid, Mom
> Tell Dad to be brave.
> And when I go to heaven,
> put 'Mom's Girl' on my gra ve.
>
> Someone should have taught him,
> That it's wrong to drink and drive.
> Maybe if his parents had,
> I'd still be ali ve.
>
> My breath is getting shorter,
> Mom I'm getting really scared
> These are my final moments,
> and I'm so unprepared.
>
> I wish that you could hold me Mom,
> As I lie here and die.
> I w is h that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'
> So I love you and goodbye.
>
> MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers)
>
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Feel free to sign my guestbook, though no profanity please!