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Important Notice about some of my conflicting Poetry. I've been confronted and asked three times, so I give it as a notice now:
I'm against the war itself, how it destroys lives, but I am for the men who are in the military. I respect those men and women who fight for our freedome, for we wouldn't really have anything if it weren't for them and the people like them. I would have joined the military myself, to try and do something about what I don't like about it, instead of just talking about it, but I was not accepted.
I believe that if someone feels so strongly about something that they are willing to risk their lives to prove it, or to protect it, or to honor it, that they deserve honor themselves...


MY Birthday is: 3/18! Come on, say something! lmao!


Failte, my name is Máirín ((It is gaelic)) and I watch you sleep.


Quotes:
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions...

The devil came to me last night and asked what I wanted in exchange for my soul. I still can't believe I said pizza. Friggin' cravings.

War doesn't prove who's right...only who's left.

If you give me something I need more than you do, you've given me a gift.

If you give me something you need more than I do, you've gifted me with love.- Merry Brown

It is better to have people think you're a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.- Mark Twain

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.

Winning an argument isn't worth losing a friend.- John Drybred

There will be a time when loud-mouthed, incompetent people seem to be getting the best of you. When that happens, you only have to be patient and wait for them to self destruct. It never fails. - Richard Rybolt

Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.

Nothing worth doing comes easy....nothing that comes easy is worth doing.
In a world where smiles and laughs are so very dear, their creation becomes priceless.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein

I'm not sure I want popular opinion on my side -- I've noticed those with the most opinions often have the fewest facts. - Bethania McKenstry

Love is for poets.

It's better sometimes when we don't get to touch our dreams. - Harry Chapin

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

All love that has no friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand

Death is but a cold oblivion

Our future will die before future reaches them.

You cannot change the truth but the truth can change you.

freedom isn't free; it hungers for lives.

To life a thousand lives is like to die a thousand deaths.

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Okay about myself...
Name: Máirín ((It is gaelic))
Hair: Brownish/blonde
Eyes: Green, sometimes aqua
Heighth: 5'1 - 5'2
Age: 17(just turned) ^.^
Birthday: 3/18
Aim: Xmolli14 (You wont get to me unless you IM me on AP first)
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About you: well you'll have to give me a second to consult my notes +searches around+ Damnit three years of stalking and I cant find the information!
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Dear Friends,
This will sound weird to some of you who read this, but to others I hope you fully understand my words. I have thirty minutes and seventy blank pages here that I can write on, so what should I say to repay the many debts I owe you for the past two years I’ve been in your presence? I will not speak names as I write this, in fear that I will forget but one person’s name and feel guilty afterwards.

Now, I may be a poet, but right now I will be speaking only the truth and not the fabricated lies that usually appear in my hopes and dreams. I’m here writing this to thank those many students and teachers whom have helped me these past few years. I’ll start off by saying that I came to this school a high-priced fourteen-year-old girl who was racist, stupid, and immature. BUT! I’ve changed, and that only happened as a result of my many friends. I will say there was one student in particular who not only helped change my views, my beliefs, but also me. Now, if that person knows what is good for ‘em, he/she will know who you are. You changed my life, by not only being my closest friend, but also the first student to speak to me and see something other than the ‘snot-nosed’ little white girl. I thank you for being that sturdy should I could lean on when I needed support.

I apologize for staying onto one person, but now I must move to a second ‘group’ of people. You should know who you two are, when I say I eat lunch with you every day. I know we both hate a few people on the surface, but deep down we know their different. I’d like to thank you two, whom you both shared times with me during only one year. I thank you for listening when I needed to be heard, and I thank you for understanding most of what I said and while being honest with your true thoughts at the same times.

I’d like to thank those misc. students who many not stick around with you for long, but for the short time they do, you feel as if you’ve known them all your lives and as if they had never just suddenly appeared before disappearing from your life.

I’d like to thank those teachers who helped me change, both inside, outside, and everywhere in between. You teachers are the ones that guided me towards the truth and showed me sometimes the things I needed to see even though I feared them. I’d like to thank a special teach who was always there for me. He/She always knew the right thing to say to me to not only get me to smile, but to get me to open up, understand, and live life the way it should be lived.

It’s sad not to think that as I read and write thins, I feel as if I’m writing a will to me death, and the thing I do before that awful end is give this letter onto you few certain people. And in a way, I am giving and writing a will, where I’m sending my love and everything else I can give by just being a friend to you before I leave. It will be long months before I return to ‘a’ school, and what saddens me most is it won’t be this one…Pray forgive me now for continuing on for four long pages, but once again I’d like to thank you all. As they say in the homeland of my ancestors, Ireland, Blessed be and Slainte my dearest friends,

Mairin Molli Anne
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"A Part Of Me"
They look like beautiful flying birds,
floating so easily over the iced floor.
They can jump, life their bodies high,
and turn in unnatural positions,
just so that they may express themselves on that slippery ice.
They are the figure skaters,
and they are a part of me.

They can write what comes to them
and not feel fear out of what one may think.
They can make that pen seem invincible,
immortal, and all to powerful,
just so that they can express themselves in words
on that single white sheet of paper.
They are the poets,
and they are a part of me.

Their fingers move so fast,
it is hard to believe they can even be seen.
They create music,
as they sway ever so gently.
Black notes can be seen on the page,
but these people make the music come alive,
just so that they can do what they love.
They are the pianists,
and they are a part of me.

You can see them move fastly,
first one arm, and then another
disappear beneath the water.
They turn, flip around, and emerge once again,
heading now for the other side of the pool.
They are the swimmers,
and they are a part of me.

They stand on the front-line,
ignoring the pain in every single limb of their bodies.
They work for the four different branches of the military,
and even though they know that they are doing something worthwhile,
they wish they could give it all up to just see their families once more.
These are the men working and living to protect the civilians back home,
these are the men and women who have given up their lives.
They are the Marines,
and they are a part of me.

They fight for what they feel is right,
never letting their feelings left unknown.
They live on this planet,
and walk on this Earth,
just so that they can prove that they can do it,
that they are still living.
They are the figure skates,
the poets,
the pianists,
the swimmers,
the marines,
the dancers,
the believers,
the dreamers…
They are all a part of me,
and I, a mere human,
am a part of all of them.
By Me, Mairin
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Please don't take everything that you have read above as judgement of my character and of whom I may be in my writing, it is true SOME of my poetry is fabricated from my hopes and dreams, but that is obvious by the fantasy that I write it in. But there is also a lot of poems that may not sound true, but they are written on facts from previous events in my life....such as 'Remember when?'....Anyways....

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Read my God Damned poetry....or suffer the consequences while you sleep at night!!!!