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would you like to know

Mon May 4, 2009, 12:09 PM
  • Mood: Lonely
if i fall down and scarp my knee
would you like to know

if i trip over my feet or get stung by a bee,
would you like to know

if i change my clothes one more time,
if i have something special on my mind,
would you like to know

when the earth stops spinning
or or i go swimming
if you keep on winning...this game of life
would you like to know

when you always get a better hand
you dont even know you do
should i tell you im sad
would you like to know

you lived everyday, telling me that lie.
would you like to know how i feel inside.

if i got sick or even just cried
would you like to know why.
you wouldnt care, youd just tell me another lie.

if someday i ended up falling down stairs
if i ended up running into a wall,
if i was like you and didnt care,
maybe i wouldnt have to fall.

if you were there, with no lies on your tongue
maybe we could start this over
then this time i would've won.

would you like to know
why day by day atleast one tear falls
its because the guy i thought, so rare.
he truly doesnt care at all...

would you like to know

Do i believe in Fairytales?

Tue Apr 21, 2009, 12:03 PM
  • Mood: Unhappy
  • Listening to: Pain - 3 days grace
you know that old saying...

"and so the lived happily ever after."

Yeah that saying is cute...but its crap.

there is no such thing as happily ever after.
even when ur happy something can go wrong.

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dont u hate it when ur guy tells you one thing then a day later...
he ends up breaking ur F****** heart.
Yeah i hate it too.

dont you hate it when ur guy tells you i really like you and im over my ex...then the next week he says hes not ready.
yeah i hate it too.

dont you hate it when you know u said i would never date this imature type of guys ever again, and then you do.. and he breaks ur heart.
yeah i hate it too.

dont you hate it when you say this guy is different and you'll be with him longer then anyone...and it ends up you went out with him for 2 F****** weeks. THATS IT !!
yeah i hate it too.

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see fairytales are crap.
they wont come true

when you stay with someone for a really long time....
and you believe your truely inlove. like a SOULMATE...
yes thats true i believe.
but there will always be ups and downs in ur relationship.

Theres always gonna be fights.


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im 16... i dont know what love is

i know i havent found it

im currently not looking for it.

and honestly i dont believe in it.

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LOVE with a friend is Great
When you LOVE a hobby its Great.
LOVE with your family is Great!


but any other type of love...

its not so great..................



thank you for reading this (tear)
- mandi

Heroes among us - mandi

Tue Apr 14, 2009, 2:19 PM
  • Mood: Caring
Heroes among us - mandi

The cannons burst

The Grenades fly.

enemies at their worst

Some of our soldiers die.

Loved ones are feeling bad

Wishing for a new day.

Soldiers real sad

Giving their life away.

Risking it all

Sacrificing so much.

Those towers fall

Who can we trust.

I couldn't imagine

What their going through

All the things that are happening to them

And all that they do.

Kids look at that flag every single day

Pledging allegiance to it

Without knowing what they really say

The colors, stripes and stars.

Meaning more then what they seem

It shows you a promise

Were all one team

United as one

Under one god

To give us liberty

To give justice to all.

Soldiers die for us

Jesus did to

That makes them a hero

I'm glad for everything they do.

Were all here to help one another

We all have one who we trust

Those soldiers mean a lot to me

Life goes on - mandi

Tue Apr 14, 2009, 2:14 PM
  • Mood: Sweet
The earth gets old, things detoreate, life goes on

The heart stops beating, the mind stops working, love goes on

The earth quakes, the clock breaks, time goes on

The air gets warm, the ground gets hot, temperature goes on

The body gets large, the clothes be warn, age goes on

The good time ends, the picture taken, memory goes on

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thankyou be sure to read more of my poems and short stories to come
- mandi

[READ] PLEASE...

Mon Apr 13, 2009, 7:42 AM
  • Mood: Distracted
i just had an idea pop in my head about a story, so i sat down to write it since i didnt want to forget it. XD
PLEASE read this and tell me if you think i should continue it. Give me any ideas if you have any on what it should be about?

She layed their on the white bed in the beautiful white room. Her eyes bulged in nothing but wetness.
The tears dried her face hard as a rock. wet and moist she was lyeing still.
As white as the room was she was redder then ever. the man sitting on top of her wasn't real.
He was a figment of her fantasy, of her mind. He was her dream and imagination. then he just disappeared.
As Dull as the day was outside beyond those honeysuckle curtains that blown in the wind, the day was empty.
She felt a tear drop fall down her cheek, as she leanded up and out of the white covers.
Her head spun round as if she was drinking the night before. She couldnt remember anything.
Her head fell softly back against the pillow, now damp from her tears.
The phone rang out a loud sound that peirced her brain. It hurt her head then went straight to a stop... it hung up.
She rose off the white bed, quietly on her feet to the phone. The callerID appeared when she clicked the back botton.
The name said... M.S. ... and nothing else. Her heart beat sped up, and she went to the small rocking chair next to the window.
The window was as tall as the wall from the floor up. the breeze blew the curtains in her direction as she sat down.
The rocking chair was a light brown color, made of wood and as firm as any rocking chair should be.
Her hand touched the arm rest and made a strange sound. She glanced down at the armrest and noticed nothing.
Then her face turned to look at the Shimmering crystal that took a strange form on her finger. it was a ring.
Then it was silent. not even a breeze hit the window, no phone, no breath in the air to make any sound. it was silent.
The ring was on the fourth finger over from the thumb. She knew her dream last night of the man had not been a dream at all.
She was married. She remembered white everywhere last night. All the memories rushed through her head in that second.
The CallerID was him, her husband.

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Please let me know if you think i should finish this story somehow and give me some tips if you have any on what it would be about.

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