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Soccerfish004

I love to play soccer, I run track and in my free time I write poetry for anybody that would like to see.
Top Five Songs:
1. Stop and stare by One Republic
2. The city is at war by Cobra Starship
3. Superstar by Lupe Fiasco
4. New Soul by Yael Naim
5. Love Song by Sara Bareilles

  • Last seen on Jun 24 7:22 PM 2008. Member since March 21, 2008.
  • My mood is , and quote is "The difference between 'involved' and 'commited' is like an eggs and ham breakfast. The chicken was 'involved' the pig was 'committed'".
  • I am a 14 year old guy (United States)
  • I have 8 poems

My Poetry

1 - 4 of 8   Show all • Search
  • Enmeshed
    Hues of brilliance hidden beauty entrapped,
    4 lines, 1 comment, March 29, 2008
  • Enmeshed
    Hues of brilliance hidden beauty entrapped,
    4 lines, March 29, 2008
  • Bleeding Love
    My heart is torn into a million pieces. Agony is the emotion that she siezes.
    33 lines, 1 comment, March 23, 2008
  • Life as I learnt it.
    I've discovered this intriguing object, the meaning was lost through sin.
    20 lines, 2 comments, March 22, 2008

Guest Book

1 - 4 of 4
  • Soccerfish004 : Brooke! on June 24, 2008
    You found me.
  • Soccerfish004 : df on June 24, 2008
    http://www.you-are-beautiful.com/Exhibitions/Portland/BeachPiece6.html
  • Soccerfish004 : Remember on June 24, 2008
    Know what you want,
    Then go seize the day.
    It may be gone soon,
    So do not delay

    One second a person,
    Might be single and free.
    But you can't assume,
    They will always be.

    Go out and grab,
    Exactly what you need.
    If you don't it right now,
    You'd miss out, indeed.

    Say what you need to,
    Right now or never.
    Speak up now,
    Or hold your peace forever.
  • Soccerfish004 : Senses Of Fall on March 21, 2008
    The Season Of Fall

    I jog through the brisk morning rays.
    The fog, that looms over us, stays.
    The swirl of the wind blows into the old birch.
    The hurl of the force makes the branches lurch.

    The whiff of fall completes the air.
    The stiff scent surrounds what I wear.
    The hue of the leaves, color the world.
    They, too through the wind, are hopelessly twirled.

    The incandescence of the sun smiles on my face.
    The dense trees block my view as I quicken my pace.
    I tread on the dead leaves through the morning glory.
    My head is finally done with writing this story.

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