My Final Constitution February 13, 2007
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Leaving is hard to do
When torn between love and two,
Two misfortunes and right, cause this feeling for you is not all right.
Love can be wrong and it can be right, this can be late so won’t you stay the night, and tell me how you feel and tell me this is right cause how can a feeling so strong be torn between what’s right and what’s wrong.
So many lies you’ve told and so many thangs that made me unwhole and time that’s spinning and taking away how can your love force me stay.
Love can be wrong and it can be right, this can be late so won’t you stay the night, and tell me how you feel and tell me this is right cause how can a feeling so strong be torn between what’s right and what’s wrong.
How can a love so wrong be so right? My final Constitution
By: Breanna Bloomfield
I Am February 13, 2007
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I am the one that will blow your mind
I am the one that will find a flaw in you
I am the fool that feel in love with you
I am the one that will gloat on you and then wish you were gone
I am the one that will find mistakes in myself and cut them away
I am different
I am reality
I am every little girl’s dream
I am sweeter than strawberry ice creamI am the one that will lie, trick, and deceive and then ask you why you’re leavingI am her, you, and sheI am the American dream, I am me I’ll spell it out B-R-E-A-N-N-A. I am the one living into todayAnd I am the one who will never regret what she sayI am I am I am, I am this damn way.
Where I’m From November 2, 2006
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From the skies of nothing but endless pleasure
From the light of star gazing love
Born from two star crossed lovers
Brought by more than beauty
Looked at each day for compassion
More than any other girl you’re use to bashing
But not only am I tall and strong
I’m from more than just one
Yes independent but still there
I live for joy, and my short brown hair
Finding things like writing and loving my passion
Told that i will forever be blessed
From the hills of green pastors
From the hate and love of one
Where I’m from, ummm. that’s a question i would liked answered
Where I’m from is a land of mystery
Where I’m form I don’t exists.
My Prayer November 2, 2006
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I prayed for love
I prayed for a smile
I prayed for an eternity of forgiveness
I got down on my kness and put my hands together,
and prayed to my dear sweet Lord, to please answer.
He smiled sweetly, and answered greatly
with one wish you were my man
Sent from above and gives me everything
From time to space you’re there to be with me
I pray to Him, to keep you eternally
But faith and wish are two apart
But the love you give will forever still my heart.
Untitled November 2, 2006
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I’m a flower of great expectations
of loving expression
I dance beautifully across the golden floor
of cherries and dark enemies
I come close to love and hate, and yet I fiercely dominate
I cross roads and fight battles
I fight my conciseness and i fight my mind
I am more to you, and I am more to Him
For I bloom more lovely, I rule all of land
I dance for me, with expressions so profound
I find myself in greatness, of who I am.
My Generation November 1, 2006
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I gave in to the generation of sex, lies, and drugs
I gave my opinion on abortion, and cloning
I did more than just make a stand
I gave something for all of us to live for
I saw the light but followed the crowd
I gave in to my generation
I put down the books, and hit the streets
I decided to struggle for food to eat
I sensed the light and took the dark
I gave in to my generation
I took a puff, and called it a night
I stood on the corner, and made him alright
And i stole more than twice,
It was like taking candy from babies,
cuz i became one
Another statistic and another dead body
All because i gave in i gave in to MY Generation
The Devil’s Hand November 1, 2006
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She said, “Don’t speak”
I said “No”
We gave, more creations
We put, it in his hands
We opened, up the door
To the world, we once know
We gave, his creations
In the devil’s hand
We burnt the world
We impured our souls
We gave the hard-kill
We gave our death
In the devil’s hand
We created, life
In the devil’s hand
We created Heaven and Hell
We destroyed our land
We did all this,
In the devil’s hands.