Nini b• Show poetry

I've got a disease, they just don't know what to call it yet.

I'm also a 20-year-old college student majoring in Studio Art. Inbetween sometimes going to my gen-ed classes I look for a job.

Want to know more? Gimme a yell at any of these places!

AOL: HearMeMoan11
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Read the poems by some of my favorites!

RainySoul22
Hybridtheory
LookingAround  
Tenretni  
Masato Shin
Mereywn Jo  
Nam
Nesses
Reverend  
Sunny Dudley
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Quotes (I am a quote-fiend!)

'For in much Wisdom there is much Grief, and he that increaseth Knowledge increaseth Pain.'
   ...Ecclesiastes 1:18

   '"I really am sorry about your father. It's not fair."
   Draco's eyes unfocused slightly, almost as if he was looking at something beyond Harry. "That's true," he said, "but think how much worse it would be if life was fair, and all the awful things that happened to us happened because we actually deserve them. I for one take great comfort in the completely impersonal hostility of the universe."
   "Wow. That's a really depressing worldview, Malfoy."
   "Thanks. "'
   ...Cassandra Claire, 'Draco Sinister' (www.schnoogle.com)

'It is such a secret place, the land of tears.'
   ...The Little Prince

   'There is a wolf in me...fangs pointed for tearing gashes...a red tongue for raw meat...and the hot lapping of blood--I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.'
   ...Carl Sandburg, 'Wilderness'

   'He stopped. "I see no children," he said.
   "They are hidden," the Egyptian priest explained.
   "Brings them all forward," Abd Umar announced, and terrified mothers scattered through the town to bring their offspring out of hiding.
   When the little ones were assembled, Abd Umar said in Greek, "Now let each child go to his true-born parents and let each father and mother certify that this child was born of his body." The children scattered to the arms of mothers, who clutched them hungrily, but some fourteen were left standing alone, the orphans of the town.
   Abd Umar now dismounted and walked among the fourteen as if they were his sons and daughters. Of each one he asked, "Where is your father," and when none could reply he said, "These children are from this moment the children of Allah..." And he kissed the children, one by one, and they were his.'
   ...James A. Michener, "The Source"

   'Gabriel had not cried during the long frightening journey. Now he did. He cried because he was hungry and cold and terribly weak. Jonas cried, too, for the same reasons, and another reason as well. He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself.'
   ...Lois Lowry, 'The Giver'

'The cure for writer's cramp is writer's block.'
   ...de Leon

'Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.'
   ...F. Scott Fitzgerald

'If God had meant for us to be naked, we'd have been born that way.'
   ...Mark Twain

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maybe i'm a witch
lost in time
running through the fields
of scotland by your side

kicked out of france
but i still believe
taken to a land
far across the sea

étienne
étienne
hear the west wind
whisper my name
étienne
étienne
by the morning
maybe i'll remember
who i am

maybe you're the knight
who saved my life
maybe we faced
the fire side by side

here we are again
under the same sky
as the gypsy crystal
slowly dies

étienne
étienne
hear the west wind
whisper my name
étienne
étienne
by the morning
maybe we'll remember
who i am

i close my eyes
see you again
i know i've held you
but i can't remember
where or when

-Tori Amos, "Étienne"

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Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

-Rise Against, "Swing Life Away"
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