XXAgedWithDespairXx• Show poetry

I would in no way call myself a good writer, but on this site you may see what I have written. The good, the bad, and the really freaking bad that I tried to write at three in the morning with tears streaming down my face.i
Hope you gain some enjoyment (or at least amusement at how badly written it all is) from what I have written.

Also I am a harsh critic, and I am in the habit of putting myself down whether others agree with my opinion or not. I hate myself and will openly admit it.I believe myself to be evil. Please save your breath if you were even thinking of trying to convince me otherwise, I will not be easily swayed.



We're a Dying Breed

To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait"
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that took time to do what she wanted to do.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours
just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful
no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared
through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything
so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her
when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy
even if you are not with her.

...This one bulletin is for you...

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

i guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this cuz they care more about their image

If you are a nice guy repost this with "We're a Dying Breed "

If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
repost this with: "To Every Guy.___________________________________________________________________________

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ABORTION IS WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Month One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .

Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.
paste on your page if you agree. If you don't, then you have just said "Murder is ok."
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If you would jump in front of a bullet for your girlfriend, boyfriend,
ex-girlfriend, ex-boyfriend, best friend, family member, or just a
person you love, repost this onto your page

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A STORY OF TRUE LOVE

A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. *Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put iton yourself? It’s bugging me.

· (In the paper the next day) A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. If you love someone this much put this on your site.

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A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,
He said..no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...and he said no.
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,and once again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and
said...
You're not pretty you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die.

The only people who are truly beautiful are those who think themselves ugly.
And those who are truly ugly are the ones who call themselves beautiful.

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1. Any nicknames? eh not really
2. Mother's name:
3. What is your favorite non alcoholic drink? Monster
4. Tattoos? Not yet planning to
5. Body piercing? not yet
6. Do you love your job? No
7. Birthplace: Michigan
8. Favorite vacation spot? Oaklahoma
9. Ever been to Africa ? No
10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? No
11. Ever been on TV? Yes
12. Ever steal any traffic signs? No
13. Ever been in a car accident? Yes
14. Was it your fault? No freaking semi driver should have watched where he was going
15. 4 Doors? Yes
16. Salad dressing? Italian
17. Favorite Pie? Pumpkin cream
18. Favorite number? 21
19. Favorite Movie? The Invisible
20. Favorite Holiday? Pearl Harbour Day
21. Favorite alcoholic drink? Berry Wiess
22. Favorite Food? Salad
23. Favorite day of the week? Fri
24. name? Timothy
25. Single or taken?: Taken
26. Hair color: Brown
27. Eye color: hazel
28. Height: 5'9
29. Glasses or contacts or neither?: neither/contacts (only when I want to)
30. Favorite color: Black,White,and pink (yes I said pink)
31. Favorite Bands: Demon Hunter,As I Lay Dying, My Chemical Romance,Secondhand Serenade
32. Best Friends: haha
33. Favorite book series: Twilight and The Forgotten Realms
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92% of teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listen to real music then put this on your AP page.

92% of American teens today would die if Abercrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. If you're part of the 8% that would be laughing their butts off, put this in your profile.

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.*.♥.*.♥~A true friend can see the suffering in your eyes, while everyone else can just see the smile on your face~♥~

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A black man walks into a resturaunt and orders some food. The waitress, who is white, refuses to serve him, saying he is colored. The man looked at her and said:

When I was born, I was black.

When I grow up, I'm black.

When I go into the sun, I'm black.

When I'm cold, I'm black.

When I'm scared, I'm black.

When I get sick I'm black.

When I die, I'm still black.

But you,

When you were born, you wre pink.

When you grow up, you're white.

When you go in the sun, you're red.

When your cold, you're blue.

When your scared, you're yellow.

When you get sick, you're green.

And, when you die, you're gray.

And you're calling me colored??

RACISM IS WRONG!!


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A Hug From Jesus

by bradley hathaway.

"i read about how You touched them and they were healed,
or even if someone just touched Your cloak, they were forever changed.
You let a broken women bathe Your feet in her tears,
and You washed Your best friends' feet.
but i am just wondering though... did You just ever hug people?

i mean i know that it is a silly question,
and i am sure You would have.
why wouldn’t You?
but it's one of those things that was never mentioned
and it got me thinking about it.

and how whenever there was a touch from You,
sins were forgiven and sickness fell.
i think i’m caught up with my sins,
and the last time i checked,
all my body parts were properly working.
nothing special here.
i am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets.
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take Your old-school, carpenter arms
and throw them over my upper body,
leaving my arms dangling underneath Yours somewhere,
and i can barely move them because You're squeezing so hard.
but don’t pick me up and make my back pop,
because i hate it when people do that.

and hold me, hold me here in Your arms until i start to cry, because
I WANT TO CRY!
but i just can’t seem to do it on my own.
i have been teary eyed once recently,
but not even enough for a drip down my cheek.
theres just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged,
so hold me in this hugging pose
until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose."