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Can someone recommend or write a baby girl poem please? I need a short cute poem for a birth announcement I am making for a friend who has 4 boys and now finally a baby girl..is there something already out there or can someone make a quick something up? something about big brothers protecting her?? like.... watch out boys.. I don't know I am drawing a blank tonight...Thanks!!! I really appreciate your help... These are great so far... but I think I am wanting something that includes her big brothers...

A short SMS for a new baby girl? I am waiting for my first baby "Sara", I need a short SMS to send to family & friends when she arrives. I prefer a poem and also prefer the name "Sara" to be mentioned. Please note that I need a short message only, it will be sent as SMS by mobile.

Poem For Baby Girl Turning 1? So my little Princess Charlie is turning 1 in just under a month and i am looking for a sentimental short poem for her from me. Was hoping that you guys out there could share your poems or sites where i might be able to find the 'one' I have searched through google but still havent found the perfect one. Thank you all for your responses in advance, Well arent you a juvenile dick vader. Grow up and piss off if you dont have anything nice to write

Nautical Baby shower poem (for a girl)? Nautical Baby shower poem (for a girl)? I made a cake for a baby shower for today and their theme is nautical (for a girl baby!!!???). Can some one help me come up with a short but sweet poem to set next to the cake? I came up with something like "Sailing into this world and sailing into our hearts..." it seams incomplete to me...any help would be greatly appreciated!!!! it doesn't have to have the "sailing..." part in it...just something nautical...i dont know why i have such a block today...

Anyone have any quotes for baby's? Hey i am looking for short poems or quotes for my baby girl she is 1 years old, or any poem that would go or ryhem with her name Skyla? Thanks, those were good answers, 2 the person who said my daughters name is terrible, u got problems ur the 1st person who eva said that. Anyone have any other answers for me please??

Short and cute gender poems.? I was looking for some poems about the baby's gender. But all the ones I found were 2 pages long. I want something short and sweet to say whether its a boy or girl. I plan on using it at my baby shower at the beginning of Nov. , but i find out the sex this coming Monday. (8/8/11) Any good ones you have heard or know and cites I can go look at? Thanks :]

Looking for a specific kind of poem for Fathers day, can somebody help? I recently had my baby girl, born 4 months premature. She is stuck in an isolet in the NICU for those 4 months. Her father is so heart broken because he cant love her like he wants, i wanted to do something special for him. So im working on a picture, and i was wondering if anyone knew any quick short poems about a father holding his daughters hand. It would mean the world to me, and the world to him.

Do you like my short poem? I wrote it for a girl? SOO many people keep telling her I'm cheating on her & I'm a bad dude..??? It's like WTF! I love her!! I want something from me & only me so I had to do it myself.. please tell me what you think! Thanks.. My love for you grows like a flower, blooming in mid May my love for you is increasing constantly, getting stronger each day & while some may say that the love I give to you is surely not real Amy.. here's the deal, unless they talk to me how could they know how I feel? I have love for you that is never ending, sorta like that one story all the haters should stop pretending, they're starting to bore me none of them know me or what I do with my relations & how I treat you, my girl so tell them to stop hating & start waiting because to me, baby you mean the world I've dated over 10-20 girls & they've all loved my poetry.. why would my last girl who I was with for 6 years tell me to write her a poem all the time? bro

Poems about mother\daughter? Step daughter just had a baby girl and there were a ton of pics taken before and after she was born. I want to take the pics and create a dvd slideshow for her. Not the actual birth just diffrent pics of her at the hospital, after her birth etc..... I want to add a short poem in the begining. problem is I can't think one up on my own and all the ones I find on internet are either too long or I don't like it. I want the poem pertaining to maother giving birth her to her daughter. anyone help???

What do you think of the names Madrigal and Lark? What is your opinion on using Madrigal or Lark as a name for a baby girl? A madrigal is a short medieval lyric poem or a type of 16th century secular song. A lark is a song bird.

Opinions on my Short Poems? I wish I knew what made us, I wish I knew the truth, I stop to find the madness, I'm searching for some proof, That the times of our existence, Really do exist, That this is not just something That I forgot I missed, I'm looking for a reason, An answer to your why, I'm afraid that I might find, That this is all a lie, They say to live each day, As if it were your last, How do you know that day, Hasn't come and passed. C.S. When your world comes crashing down, Who will catch your fall, Who will pick up the pieces, When there's no one left to call, You can live in this world alone, And you can make it through the night, But when your in the dark, Who will give you your light.. Everyone falls, and you will too, No one's invisible, not even you... Can you get back up, Or does your ego weigh you down.. When the tide crashes in, I'm afraid you might just drown. C.S. One day I can't wait to meet you, And sometimes i think we've already met, I saw your face in a dream, and I can't seem to forget, I wonder what you'll sound like, Who you're gonna be, I wonder What you'll love, I wonder what you'll see, Liittle Piece of me, Sometimes I think we've already met, I saw your face in a dream and I can't seem to forget, I think you'll have his smile, I think you'll have my eyes, Red lips, milky skin, and a button nose, But nobody really ever knows, Baby of mine, you could be anyone, anyone in the world, But in my dream, I saw a beautiful little girl. C.S.

A Poem I wrote for my Brothers first baby (RIP)? I don't have a question, just a poem that I wrote for my little brother and his wife when their perfectly healthy 8 pound baby girl died a week after she was born. (20 minutes in the womb without oxygen)The anniversary of her death is coming up next month and I would just like to share the poem. Her life was short but the memories are what keeps us going. OUR BABY GIRL THOUGH YOU NEVER GOT TO MEET US MOMMY AND DADDY WERE ALWAYS HERE WE HELD YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY THROUGH EACH AND EVERY TEAR IT BROKE OUR HEARTS TO SAY HELLO AND AT THE SAME TIME SAY GOODBYE GOD WANTED US TO LET YOU GO SO WE LET OUR ANGEL FLY BABY GIRL, YOU BLESSED OUR LIVES IN THE SHORT TIME YOU WERE HERE YOU’RE AN ANGEL UP IN HEAVEN NOW BUT OUR HEARTS STILL HOLD YOU NEAR WE KNOW THE LORD WILL KEEP YOU TIL WE GET THERE, BUT UNTIL THEN JUST REMEMBER THAT WE LOVE YOU JAYLEE, SWEET DREAMS TIL WE MEET AGAIN

I need a CUTE & SHORT poem on announcing the sex of our baby! Help please!? I'm sorry if this is the wrong section for this, but I figured all the mommies out there might have a cute idea! I am finding out on Christmas Eve (HOEPFULLY!) if we are having a girl or boy. I've already got an idea on how to tell my family on Christmas day. But for my friends I am just going to send out a massive text rather than call EVERYONE I know. I want it to be a cute SHOT poem that rhymes. I've been thinking, but am getting no where. It can be about a bun in the oven or whatever...! Does anyone have any cute ideas? Please help! Thank you!

A short poem about money ( comment about it)? Hey, have you ever dryed spools reaching down on the other side maybe I'm pushing a dream but baby lets go. Dreams, are they just for those who sleep, life is for making money on the cheap and if you're still wondering where these words are leading to I'd like to make investment deals on you I really wanna make 50 per cent off the back of you girl. So don't they buy into it well and each shiny dime more makes as time we'll take if you believe in the gross as I do we'll see it get stronger. Life can be short or longer cash can be the right kind of wonga and if i choose credit I'd like to feel safe then print more and spend it with you I really think that we can forge it girl. Baby you know that these dreams are real life is for us to corupt and if i choose a yen or a dollar its got to get me through so I can print more of the folding with you I really think this cash is for me we can make loads more of it girl. Okay so its not really so short but what the heck it smacks up on the theme and doesn't go on for ages and ages. Nice one Ford Prefect but its a dream to print money, hey remember you are car with a side valve 1172 cc engine, I'm a 34 seat luxury tourer with Ventura coachwork and 9 litre underfloor engine

Please Rate My Poems Out of 9 .. :D? ok i have 2 poems .. the 1st one is ... --------------------------------- whenever i see u, u let my soul on fire my love to u grows more more, higher & higher there are no limits for it or boundaries.... u are my love babe, and u r my desire i love ur smell, voice, lips, and smiles ur nose, laughs, hair, and eyes in short, everything i know about u... makes me go crazy, and out of my mind i'd never give u up, but give up the world for u u r everything i need, believe me u have no clue take good care of the heart i gave to you and i'll take good care of your heart too ------------------------------- maybe u'll see a word that didnt really rhyme, but wtvr :S ... ok, here is the 2nd Poem .. it took me 1 min to write it xD ... but its good i think ... and here it goes: --------------------------- Baby Girl, i love you so much, i cant explain Many Reasons keep me alive, u r the main loving you runs in my blood, in every vain loving u washes my body, like the drops of rain Baby, you are the most precious thing i gain Without you, all what i live in, is in Pain.... ---------------------------- well, i hope u like them, rate them out of 9 ... and if i have mistakes or need to make something better.. let me know :D .. thank u all ...

my bf is in prison his b-day is may 1st anybody help me write a poem? ok my bf is in prison for 18 months...18 long months...we have a baby on the way baby girl named Nevaeh Faith. I would like to write him a cute poem he will be 27 may 1st. it can be long or short? i know somebody out there is talented...and yes i know i could do this myself but i would like to see how other people can write it out,maybe i can give it a good twist? thanks for your time and help!

poems?! can you comment....i have questions?! are they good?!? i have4 short poems....i need(want) you guys..to comment them for me and tell me what you think of them please.! all comments are appreciated.. (1) "sun please shine" the sun hides in the silence and dark not a cry, scream, or even a bark we see nothing, not even a light no animal, human, or object in sight but in that dark their holds a key the key that lets our future free so if that sun don't shine again i guess it's goodbye to you my friend -Lauren E. Moss (2) "future" the waves crash against the shore opening up another door and behind that door our present is saved in the box that john already made john had made that box in the past and god ol'mighty, it really did last see, the future is not something that can be framed because the future, of course, can not be named our future contains misteries and courses which we can solve with many sources the future of all, cannot be known but the future,of all, can be your own -Lauren E. Moss (3) "life?!" the wind howls, the leaves blow the rain falls and the river flows the sun shines, the moon glows birds chip while the grass grows girl sing high while boys sing low becasue that's the way that goes -Lauren E. Moss (4) "nature?!" natures' beautiful, sweet, and kind that's the opinion i have in mind birds chirp while grass grows that's a fact i already know rivers flow while rain falls adults walk while babies crawl. wolves howl when the moon's in sight people awaken when they see the light the moon, of all, can be shaped like a cresent but the cresent chaped moon is tonight, in the present the past, present, and also the future is the course that helps us choose our future - Lauren E. Moss i made them all either last night or this morning. the ones that have ?! by the title is undecided. can oyu also help me name them...the ones with ?! in the parenthesis..the ones with best title gets best answer..pelase and thanks EDIT- these are my first poems ever EDIT_ i think thats funny. a old man gets mad at a 13yr olds comment and want to get back at her?! *laughs* ur a failure for an adult...its sad. i am normaly nice..i guess not today edit- if you had to lie and say it was fantastic, why'd u star it?! and that kinda was get back for my comment because you wouldnt of wrote that if i wouldnt of left that comment. and if u arent an old man. y chose an old man for a pic?! idk. i guess ill neva understand edit- i know my grammar is off in this poem...well in all my poems. there rough drafts. i havent edited them at all. i know there are mistakes. i am only human. so escuse me for just asking for opinions on my poetry. they are my FIRST poems i have ever writen and i wanted critisizim and no my state does not fail...not even my school. we have the highest scores. so escuse me and my 8th grade brain for asking for help. its my fault. sorry. i mistaked this website for another one. it was my error and i will be happy to fix it

Looking for a love poem/quote for Valentines Day!? I am not good at writting poems. I'm going to get my husband a bottle of wine and have it personalized. So it would have to be short the quote. I want something that is about us. We just had our first baby (girl) a year ago and we have been engaged for a few years. I love him very much and I want him to know how much my baby and him mean to me. Can anyone please help!?! Thanks Hi Steph, can you send me your email address? I would love for you to help me out. HOW DOES THIS SOUND??????? I love you more than you could know You and Isabella are the world to me I can’t wait to have more children And to spend the rest of my life with you

Please read my short love poem and rate it!!!? My heart itches and you scratch it so thanks for that you're hot like maple syrup should be on a big stack of pancakes Baby you make me want to do stuff and things to you so come here right now girl you're the best I'm cool, too and also I'm awesome. Oh yeah, and don't steal it!!

what do you think of this poem a true story in my family short and very sweet? My sister Sasha In nascent night time, My mother Dreamed. A little girl named Sasha, And so within her beams. The dimples on the cheeks, Of a brand new baby daughter. And so she named her after, The little girl she dreamed. It does sound a bit like she was a gift from god, as a newborn baby maybe but that poem is a reflection of nine years ago although written very recently and she’s turned into what most 8 year olds (going on 18) are like an annoying little sprog(dont ya just love em at that age!), and as for being a gift from god my mother is an atheist so hmm as far as I know she was conceived naturally although I sincerely hope she was a test tube baby lol The story is nice though, my mum had a dream of little girl and named her daughter after her, can I get an ‘aaawww!’

Rate My poem from one to ten? and what i should name it? So Many Things I shouldn't know, Way too far for you to go, please don't leave me baby girl we need you here in this world I'll miss the jingle of your tags and the way your tail would always wag I'll miss the hugs for you, you were never short on love Please try to pull through and remember We Love you

will you have my baby? http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c4/Davekanobi/afae009b.jpg male ny 6'1 poet --- http://allpoetry.com/Poem/2066296 so...they say that a girl wants a guy that will treat them right and sing to them and write poems to them and cook for them, and all that. I have always been the type to give all I am to a girl and give her those things, but it seems that I come of short every time...so I just tought I would ask. Dose anyone want a me. Poet, song writer, romantic, and looking for a girl to call his own. ***Men, sorry, not into that...but, I am shure you will find someone one day***

A short I love you Mom poem? 10 points? I need it for this slide show. 6 sentences most. Its a slide show for my sister and she just had a baby so I'm making a Its a Girl slide show of her.

anyone willing to proofread an essay? anyone willing to edit this for grammar? thanks if you do (= I decided I was going to be an author when I was three years old. Not even school age and I knew nearly as much about life as I do now. Granted, my exact words were “When I get big I’m gonna make books.”, which I’ve been told countless times as my mother’s eyes well up with tears for the sweet little baby I’ll never be again. In consolation for growing up, the ambitions of that sweet little baby live on in the still relatively sweet, but far from little sixteen year old I am today. I am a writer through in through, replete with the stereotypical neuroses and hang ups and the insatiable love of words. I read, I write, I think about what I’ve read, I think about what I’ve written, I think about what I will write, and I do little else. My parents worry that I’ll never amount to anything because all I’m concerned with are words. I could write a biography on F. Scott Fitzgerald based entirely on previous knowledge but my math homework makes me queasy. I conceive dramatic back stories for all the families that visit my current place of work, The Holyoke Merry Go Round, but I can only rarely be bothered to get down to the sundry duties officially associated with the job. All of this concerns them hugely. They think that wanting to write professionally is a nice idea, but that I should develop some kind of a back up. Their concerns are understandable. Nobody wants to put their child through college only to have them move home educated but unemployed after four years because they went after what they wanted, as opposed to what was practical. But practical has never been my style. I can’t live within the constraints of practicality. I won’t delve into the clichés of “marching to the beat of my own drum”, or “thinking outside the box”, but they do apply. I believe if everyone lived their lives exactly the way they wanted to, and chased the dreams that mattered to them, this world would be a lot better off. I love to write. I will never be able to make a living any other way happily, and if I can’t do something happily, I’d rather not do it at all. I adore writing. I've been writing poems, short stories and even bits and pieces of potential novels for as long as I can remember. It’s the only career I’ve ever seriously considered. As the years passed and my youthful interests varied, passionate but fleeting, there have been a few other side projects, like marine biologist or first female president, but I’ve always come back to writing. Words are what make sense to me, what comfort me. Creative Writing is my best outlet for an overactive imagination, and I use it to the fullest. I admire good writing, and I endeavor to read as much of it as possible, not only for my enjoyment but for the improvement and development of my own writing. I want to use a gift, one which I humbly but truly believe I possess, to bring enjoyment and new thought to this world. It is when I am writing that I feel most alive, and most like my true self, and there is nothing else I can see myself doing with my life, or studying in college. In life I am introverted and unassuming. In writing I can be anything. Boastful and bold or daring and courageous! The deepest caverns of my mind are explored through the words I put onto paper and I am endlessly surprised by the ideas that stem from the mind of a teenage girl to whom nothing particularly interesting has ever happened. My mind is on constant creative overload and the relentless flow of writing is its result. Descartes declared, “I think therefore I am”, but for me it is, always has been and always will be “I write, therefore I am.” Expressing myself through words has been such an integral part of my life that it has become a defining characteristic of my personality. I will always be a writer. I am daughter, sister, friend, and writer. Someday mother and wife may add themselves to that list but writer will never leave it. My future is not tightly defined within carefully drawn constraints, but I rather like it this way. Without a goal set in stone there is plenty of room to grow and change. There are certain things which I know. I know that I wish to study Creative Writing. I know that I wish to improve my natural writing abilities. I know that I writing is the only career I want. Outside of that, much of my future profession is very vague, but that is of little trouble, however, because I truly believe that I will be a successful writer, in whichever medium. I truly believe that I will be able to achieve my dream. I truly believe that I won’t realize my parents’ fears. And I truly believe that with the passion I possess I will be an undoubted success in the life I chose those nearly fourteen years ago when I proudly announced, “When I get big I’m gonna make books”.

please tell me if this poem i made for my girl is any good.Thanks all.? you kill me with your smile you stab with your eyes oh baby stay awhile be the truth in all of my lies life is short though without you it'll be shorter still for what it's worth I LOVE YOU and that is how i truly feel i know this ain't right for obvious reasons but i want US to last til the end of seasons stay by my side, oh babe can't you see my days will be over without you, oh Jesy

Hallowe'en baby names - would you dare?!? Girl names - Top 13 - Mwah ha ha haaah.... Elvira -- The original mistress of the dark. Jezebel -- Evil-minded Phoenician princess who became Queen. Raven -- From Edgar Allan Poe's poem. Tempest -- Means violent disturbance. Morticia -- The mother from The Addams Family. Sabrina -- More "Halloween Lite," just like Sabrina, the teenage witch. Lilith -- Thought to be a Biblical she-demon who dabbled in witchcraft. Esmeralda -- The gypsy woman loved by The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Persephone -- Greek Queen of the underworld. Lenore -- Dead girl from Edgar Allan Poe poem. Heloise -- French nun who betrayed her faith and had an affair. Salem -- Where the witch trials happened. Desdemona -- Means ill-fated in Greek and thanks to Shakespeare. Boy names Dante -- Great poet who wrote about hell. Bram -- Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. Damien -- The Omen's demon child. Lucifer -- The devil himself. Hades -- Ruled the underworld in Greek mythology. Draco -- Greek for dragon or serpent. Frankenstein -- Frank for short. Frankie for cute or even a girl. Vlad -- The Impaler. Igor -- Often a hunchback lab assistant in old horror films. Casper -- The friendly ghost. Darth -- Darth Vader was a bad dude on Star Wars. Hannibal -- "The Cannibal" may become a vegetarian. Lestat -- Anne Rice's vampire played by Tom Cruise So, could you and would you use any of these? (full version is on Cafemom blog)

Another of my poems what do you think? Too many promises of we wil tomorrow Things never done as time was rushed To many chores not left undone So time could be spent playing with her Soon the days of princesses and dress up Passed away as she became older Many friends walked through that door Some even went back out but never There to understand how it hurt Boys came and went every few months Fresh tears as each one walked away Prom night many friends were killed Hit by a drunk driver, she was a lucky one Momma finally realized she needed To slow down. Life was too short To rush each day but now it was too late Their time together growing short. She stands there in her cap and gown Smiling down at momma They say good bye for the short while Next thing you know she's in a white dress Walking down the aisle Momma's time to go comes and She says "Baby hang on to every minute As long as you can because it's gone Gone before long and You never really Know the treasure you're little girl was."

I think a girl is trying to hit on my Boyfriend? I found this poem/ song on the radio and i think the person who wrote it is trying to steal my man away from me. I don't know why they would want to do this seeing as I am a generally nice person. Can you read the Poem and tell me if something is going on and if i should take action or just leave it alone? You're on the phone With your girlfriend She's upset She's going off about Something that you said 'cause she doesn't get your humor Like I do I'm in the room It's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music She doesn't like She'll never know your story Like I do But she wears short skirts I wear t-shirts She's cheer captain And I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day When you wake up and find That what you're looking for Has been here the whole time If you could see That I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So why can't you See you belong with me You belong with me. Walking the streets With you and your worn out jeans I can't help thinking This is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench Thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy? And you've got a smile That could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in awhile Since she brought you down You say you're fine I know you better than that Hey what you doing With a girl like that She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's cheer captain I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day When you wake up and find That what you're looking for Has been here the whole time If you could see That I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So why can't you See you belong with me Standing by and Waiting at your backdoor All this time How could you not know Baby You belong with me You belong with me. [Instrumental] Oh, I remember You driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're about to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me Can't you see That I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So why can't you see? You belong with me. Have you ever thought Just maybe You belong with me? ...What do you think is this B%tch a real threat?

girls is this a nice little valentines poem? Im an outgoing guy with a nice personality until it comes to relationships and i freeze up, cant make the move to ask the girl out. This is a short little poem i wrote to maybe put on a card i may make for a girl named Chelsea in my geometry class. Does it read well and can you feel the rhymes? I suppose some parts may not make sense but you can just say if it reads smoothly and flows? As i lie dozing in my bed, dreams of you dance in my head. Im tired and cold this Monday night, but your Tuesday smiles will bring me delight. I remember the day i first met you, the blouse you wore was baby blue. (This part may not make sense) I walked up to you and said with glee, will you be my number three(as in study partner) Your brown eyes softly looked at me "of course ill be your number three" my kind heart melted in the midst of the noise, but all i heard was your sweet angel voice i guess its time to end this rhyme, that i hope you have enjoyed THis leaves just one small question of mine, will you be my valentine?

i need a poem , my mom and step dad accused me of stealing their check book and using it after a nice weekend? at a campgroud where my husband son daughter and i met them. in my past i MIGHT have THOUGHT of doing this but wouldnt think of it now. in my younger years i had a very minliputiave past but have changed. They met some new friends while at the campgroud who seemed so nice even to me ...now a week or so later after they were very hurtful and told the whole family and loads of friends... and hurt my feelings so bad with the nasty words by her and my step dad ... checks have been cahsed and i was here in town and the check cashed near camp over 2 hours from home where we all live ..now they are ( they have to be sure ) it WASNT me because i have been home and in this area ... they wont say sorry or even reassure me it was a mistake . I know i didnt do it and i am pretty sure they do to . Then tonight my daughter who adores my mom wanted to go home with her after we all crossed paths at my grandmothers (where i live in the same duplex) just next door ... i said no my daughter could not go until i was aplogized to , i am really hurt . they have the right to have felt the way at first that they did ...but now they should admiit the worng and atleast say something like i am sorry . iw ould like a pem to my mom telling her i understand their point in the begining. but i wouldnt do something to hurt them or steal from them and now they knwo it couldnt have been me ( she wants to aplogize AFTER it is PROVEN by the police who it is and they are tried in court and covicted ) i am HURT upset and angry ... i love her and wouldnt want my hard feelings but .... beings they cant admit they jumped the gun ... anyway i want a poem to say i love her wouldnt hurt her and her not saying sorry hurts and i understand y she accused me at frist , and i am hurt hurt hurt ...please help jsut something short and sweet ...i broken down and agreed to allow my baby girl (3years old) to go stay with her tomorrow night should my mother want her to , everyone was crying when she left my daughter my mom and me cause i wouldnt allow her to go until this was resolved and i was told sorry . my gram says my momcant say sorry cause she feels like to big of an ass ...HELP

do you think she will like it? My girlfriends birthday is tomorrow and I wrote this poem for her, do you think she will like it? Diamonds I can’t afford to buy, For your birthday which has drawn nigh. As you know, I’m an ordinary guy. With money being in short supply. But I have affections that pile high, And love that reaches to the top of the sky. Sixteen today, In remembrance of fifteen years. It amazing how those times just disappear. Your beautiful today, its ever so clear. Facing life’s challenges tear through tear. At the end of this day I’ll be here, To hold you close. Happy birthday my dear. Another year ahead, to laugh, learn, and grow. Another year more, to cry, smile, and glow. A year to progress when things are slow. A year to pursue when there’s nowhere to go. A year to shine when that’s all to show, Another year to be everything that I know. Happy birthday my baby girl. Sorry I couldn’t give you a diamond or pearl. I ain’t got much cash right now. But I told you I’d give you something big somehow. All I have to give you is my heart.. So please, take it and never will we part. I’d give you more, but its all that I got. I couldn’t afford something that had to be bought. So take it or leave it….it’s yours to keep. Though its not expensive.. I do not give my heart cheap. Happy Birthday Baby

What do you think of my poem? I wrote this 5 months ago. Its from my heart more like a story. Let me know what you think and if you have any tips on how to improve my wording then I would like that. My baby girl. Your eyes sparkle like the stars at night, Your smile so wide and beautiful enough to make anyone’s heart melt, Your laughter is my medicine, So young and pure as innocent as can be, Dependant totally on me, I embrace your dependency with all my heart and give you all I can and more, Not a single worry or fear in your little mind, You give me so much without trying, you are my guardian angel, Pudding we call you as you are as sweet as pudding. You are one now, Such a short time on this planet, With such a huge impact on my life, I thank you for giving me so much joy like no other ever could, Its been the greatest 13 months of my life, I know you will give me many more, Without you I’d be like a fish out of water, Like day without the sun, Like a bird with out wings, Like a rose without petals, Without you I would not be, No words can describe the love I have for you, I live each day for you, My baby girl I love you, And I hope that you love me too. When you sleep I miss you so, I watch and wonder what your dreaming, You cuddle your teddy with contentment, Your eyes flicker your mouth twitches you smile and grimace, I wish I was with you in your dreams I would be there for you whenever you got scared, I tuck you in to make sure you are warm, I always fear the worst whilst you sleep, I check several times a night to reassure my worrying heart, I retire to bed and you’re in my head, Goodnight my princess I will see you in the morning to start a new story with you, My little girl, My precious pearl. Panacea ........ The grimace thing. No I dont think she looks ugly at all, I mean that as in when she has a bad dream and her face grimaces with fear not that I think shes ugly at all. Thanks for your tips and I have taken them all on board. Everyone ...... Thanks I really wasnt expecting all these comments. I was preparing myself for people to say it was rubbish. I have only written this one and started another. I do enjoy it so I will deffinately start writting some more now. Your kind comments have really enlightened me.

Little Johnny's cute poem? A third grade teacher always took role call each morning and had the pupils' answer by reciting a short poem. The first kid sat in the first row was a teachers pet. He stood and said, "My name is Dan, and when I become a man, I would like to go to Japan if I can, and I think I can." The next kid was a little girl who sat in the middle of the room. She stood up and answered the roll call by stating, "My name is Suzy, and when I become a lady I would like to have a baby ... if I can, and I think I can." The next on the list was Little Johnny, a smart guy sitting in the back of the room. He stood up and said, "My name is Johnny, and I don't give a darn about Japan but I would like to help Suzy in her plan if I can ... and I think can!"

Little Johnny and the poem? A third grade teacher always took role call each morning and had the pupils' answer by reciting a short poem. The first kid sat in the first row was a teachers pet. He stood and said, "My name is Dan, and when I become a man, I would like to go to Japan if I can, and I think I can." The next kid was a little girl who sat in the middle of the room. She stood up and answered the roll call by stating, "My name is Suzy, and when I become a lady I would like to have a baby ... if I can, and I think I can." The next on the list was Little Johnny, a smart guy sitting in the back of the room. He stood up and said, "My name is Johnny, and I don't give a darn about Japan but I would like to help Suzy in her plan if I can ... and I think can!"

Suitable as a eulogy poem to a friend? My friend died of cancer aged 38, leaving behind the love of her life and her two year old baby girl. She was from Virginia but lived here in the SW of Western Australia. An Exotic Flower The bloom was a real surprise. The outward appearance, velvety, Delicately hued, yet softly glowing. Yes, a flower out of the ordinary. What gentle climate encouraged Perfection of texture and beauty? Yet here she was, luminous, Growing dewy in a harsh clime. Such an exotic beauty living Down under and even nesting. Blessed was the union so strong, Another unique bloom now unfurls. Luminescence is, by nature, short lived. An experience which touches so many. Remembered as a spirit; wise, womanly, Gentle, gracious and forever complete. Our garden of secret women’s endurance, Contains a new, rare and exotic bloom. Cherished, nurtured and celebrated. In life we embrace Anna, Catherine’s bud.

Women, which of these men would you rather have a baby with? Here are your choices: Choice A: His name is Sebastian. He is of Irish and Columbian descent. He speak eleven languages--Spanish, English, Swahili, French, German, Gailic, Portuguese, Japanese, Arabic, Ancient Greek, and Urdu--and teaches chemistry and poetry at the local university. He won the Pulitzer Prize in poetry for a poem he wrote detailing how the touch of a woman is such a powerful thing. He wrote this poem while he was overseas serving as a Navy SEAL, a time during which he won the Congressional Medal of Honor for bravery under fire. (He saved a class of school girls from a bomb, took some shrapnel to his chest, and shot down seven helicopters with only his pistol.) He is 6' 5'' and has sparkling blue eyes (the Irish in him), tan skin, dark brown hair, and large hands. He has a minor shrapnel wound across his chest from the mission overseas and still maintains his physique from his Navy days. He inherited 250 million dollars from a distant uncle and spends his time walking his golden retriever down the beach (he lives on the beach) and helping needy children. He can maintain an erection for two straight hours and is known by past girlfriends as "Mr. Anaconda." Choice B: His name is Maurice and he is of black descent. He spends his time trying to organize local Black Panther chapters and is mad at Obama because "he isn't black enough and doesn't promote enough communist policies." He is only 4' 7'', but he refuses to be called a dwarf. He says, "I'm just a little on the short side and I make up for it in character." He dropped out of high school in the ninth grade and relies on government support. He refuses to work because he thinks employment is a form of slavery, which gives him nightmarish flashbacks to what his people once went through. He's never been able to maintain an erection and has even tried medication (which didn't work). Choice C: His name is Billy Bob. He watches Nascar on Sundays and paints the town Crimson Tide on Saturdays (when the Alabama football team in playing). He is a hardcore Republican who likes to organize Neo-Con rallies on election days. His favorite thing to do is to look into a woman's eyes and read poetry to her. A stanza from one of his favorites poems reads like this: "I come to you in the meadow with all the pretty lillies/ Arrested by your eyes and enchanted by your t i t t i e s ." He loves to play the banjo and go hunting for deer and other forest rascals. He doesn't cook, but does say that he "loves to watch his old lady swing her hips around in the kitchen while she's whipping him up a good 'ole supper." Sunbathes naked on Sunday afternoons and is one "heck of a tennis player." Cannot maintain an erection, but only because he says things like, "I'm just not sure the female body means to me what it used to mean to me. Maybe the attraction will come back in time. Maybe it won't" And then says, "Boys, on the other hand......" and never finishes. Women, if you were young and fertile, which of these men would you rather have a child with? *speaks (not speak) *Colombian (not Columbian) sorry for the errors.

We Like These Baby Names, Do You? My husband and I are trying to conceive. We have two boys named Morgan William Alexander and Maxwell Burton Some names we are thinking of Girls Mae Phoebe Jacqueline January Flannery Sarafina Matilda Teagan Talia Glorianna (probably Glory for short. The name comes from a Tennyson poem) Myra Merritt for boys Jack Sam Milo Walter Joseph John Theo Toby Malcolm Murphy Merritt Micha Marshal Mikko Moses What do you think? No suggestions on other names please.

Should I text her back or not...(ez yes or no! just short read)? I lived near this girl and we liked each other (I told her that), but she was taken from someone else. Then she moved away (2 hours north), and we both have no mode of transportation (personal reasons). We stayed in touch and I told her I liked her again, and then we had basically a fantasy relationship for 4 months. She sent me pics (some nude), said things about marriage, our babies, how perfect we were. Then she planned to visit in January, but had a random chance to visit before thanksgiving, and at first it was going to happen, but under the circumstances it just didn't work out (I was supposed to be adult-sitting my brother and my Dad denied me...) Anyway, after that she just got flaky and it got weird, so I told her that I wasn't lying about anything I've said and I'm for real (it was her who was exaggerating about marriage and things not me, but I still really liked her.) And she said she wasn't relaly sure if she liked me without ever having been intimate. So I kinda played it off and then the next week I mentioned it again and she gave me the same answer and got sort of rude about it over the phone, but I agreed when she said that we shouldn't make any promises (idiotically) and BOOM couple days later shes got a BF and her status says something like "oh finally i have a bf im so happy blah blah" and so I removed her #, FB, pics, 100000 texts. I threw out poems i wrote about her, little things i was saving to give to her, everything. She called me a couple weeks later and I didn't answer, and now it's been bout the same amount of time again and she texted me and asked how I was... WHAT DO I DO.

joke for you friends what do you think of this? A third grade teacher always took roll call each morning and had the students answer by reciting a short poem. The first kid sat in the first row was a teacher`s pet. He stood and said, "My name is Dan, and when I become a man, I would like to go to Japan if I can, and I think I can." The next kid was a little girl who sat in the middle of the room. She stood up and answered the roll call by stating, "My name is Suzy, and when I become a lady I would like to have a baby...if I can, and I think I can." The next on the list was Little Johnny, a smart guy sitting in the back of the room. He stood up and said, "My name is Johnny, and I don`t give a damm about Japan but I would like to help Suzy in her plan if I can and I think can!"

jkes for all of u? A third grade teacher always took roll call each morning and had the students answer by reciting a short poem. The first kid sat in the first row was a teacher`s pet. He stood and said, "My name is Dan, and when I become a man, I would like to go to Japan if I can, and I think I can." The next kid was a little girl who sat in the middle of the room. She stood up and answered the roll call by stating, "My name is Suzy, and when I become a lady I would like to have a baby...if I can, and I think I can." The next on the list was Little Johnny, a smart guy sitting in the back of the room. He stood up and said, "My name is Johnny, and I don`t give a damm about Japan but I would like to help Suzy in her plan if I can and I think can!"

i need help creating a poem for my bf at war...his b-day is coming? my bf is in iraq and his b-day is coming up may 1st...he will be 27. we have a baby on the way,nevaeh faith..a girl! due in july!(he wont be back for 18 months :( i would like to write hima b-day poem..long or short doesnt matter,i know i could simply do this myself but i want to hear what another person would write so i can give mine a good twist. please help me out thanks

Please give your opinion: Friendship or Love? I would like your opinion on a poem written from a man to a woman. Is this considered a poem of Friendship or a poem of Love? Warning: This poem is VERY long. I appreciate ALL responses: When You Shed A Tear A small river flows when Shon sheds a tear Only God knows her deepest fear Yet on the outside she seems so strong But when she was growing up a lot of things went wrong Like the cold wind she blew into my life as a friend who is constant and steady Looking into her eyes I can feel her pain already I just met Shontear so about her I don’t know that much Still I know we can heal each other with our touch I sense that Shontear is sweet but the ghetto that she grew up in was mean The heartless streets tried to snatch away her dreams Regardless of what she went through her heart is still good Even the people around her don’t know her for real because she is so misunderstood When she sees other people suffering a tear falls down her eye She does everything to help them but yet her own problems continue to multiply Shontear they don’t understand why you care They would not know if they were here or there To ease the pain you sometimes go to the club But the only thing that the lil dudes in there want to do is grab and rub You kick it off a minute but you really ain’t got time for a scrub Their money may be long but their long term goals in life is shorter than a stub Plus them guys out there ain’t ready for you They are too immature and don’t know how to be true A lot of people out there ain’t on your level You are trying to move in the ways of the Lord while they follow the ways of the devil You share your blessings with those who are less fortunate then you are Never getting the big head even though you shine like a star Your big heart inspires you to be part of a non-profit You see your loved ones moving the wrong way and you tell them to stop it Part of you is so sensitive so they don’t understand why you cry The look in your face is asking the questions why You are still trying to find answers to everything you see going on Shontear baby girl why won’t they leave us alone I know that you grew up all around poverty and strife You are a strong woman because you have been dealing with drama your whole life Yea you know what it is to hurt We came up from the dirt I see the fire in your eyes The troubles of this world is something you despise All you can do is keep doing your part to change this world Stay on the come up girl Deep in your eyes I see the girl that you once was But now you are becoming a better woman all because Even as a child Shontear always knew she wanted something better Bobby the truth of this poem is spelled out in each and every letter God I hope this poem never ends I pray that Shontear and Bobby will always be friends I want to be there to dry her face when the tears fall Helping her get on her feet and inspiring Shon to stand tall Living in the ghetto but your aspirations are way greater than the hood Most importantly there is a deep desire in you to do good Your goals are right there within your reach Just keep learning and give the lil knowledge that you got to teach I know that within the next year or two you’ll be going back to school Always wanting something better out of life has been you golden rule From here on out I will be there with you every step of the way Giving you the guidance and inspiration you’ll need everyday I’ll serve as your guardian angel giving you wings Teaching you how to fly showing you that you can accomplish all things They say that the sky is the limit but we are taking it all the way to heaven We been in hell all our live but now we are constantly hitting that lucky number seven All my life I’ve been wanting to meet some like that Shontear lady Me and her will be very close whether she is just my friend or becomes my baby Now that I’ve found her, losing her is my greatest fear I am now a part of you so I’ll cry when you shed a tear The reason I am asking for opinions is because my fiance wrote this poem to another woman he calls a friend, but some of the words do not sit right with me with him expressing things to her. Please give your honest opinion; positive or negative. Thank you!

Can you check out these awkward family photos and leave a comment about your favourite? Awkward Family Photos I mastered the awkward family photo back in the womb when mom took one of us Just my dear mom and her lovely toto But the wind happened, we were on a bus What then came out was frankly quite ugly I was there to balance out the cuteness privation made by another baby a cherubic girl, cute with acuteness Sadly no one wanted to look at me I was a short, laughing, pot bellied kid who did smile at strangers and took a treat! I was the kid with the most jellied ID I found my self more once I bought a phone But so glad to see I was not alone http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guAcaLuZH9Y http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTpxo82UFqM NB: Toto means baby in in Swahili and the poem is just a poem. Me Myself and I: eerm... because toto rhymes with photo? sorry, lol!

Feedback on poem please? Drink Till It's Gone by: Poetically Incorrect Being paralyzed to the pain is better than dealing with it Drink your sorrows away baby girl As soon as the liquor hits you're tongue, you love the taste of it You drink until you can't feel anymore He forced himself on you, and now you can't live anymore 5 bottles later you don't know whether you're coming or going All you know is that the tears keep flowing being drunk is better than facing reality The Truth of the matter is you're pregnant Afraid of what to do, you keep drinking to kill it Why do you fear it? drunken teenage mother, caught up in the world all alone the guy who raped you was twice your age, he was grown baby girl keep strong you were never in the wrong dry your tears and stop drinking away all your fears * One of my shorter ones, but still meaningful..Feedback appreciated

-.-" cheesy love poem advice!!!!!!PLEASE HELP? uh...-.-...so embarrassing i dunno how to write. and i want to write a poem for a girl i like (there's a question about her on my profile) what things should i include?, what not to include? her description...: ice blue eyes short brown hair tall, athletic,very strong (dont mess!) baby soft skin, very gentle.

Is this poem any good? Drink Till It's Gone by: Poetically Incorrect Being paralyzed to the pain is better than dealing with it Drink your sorrows away baby girl As soon as the liquor hits you're tongue, you love the taste of it You drink until you can't feel anymore He forced himself on you, and now you can't live anymore 5 bottles later you don't know whether you're coming or going All you know is that the tears keep flowing being drunk is better than facing reality The Truth of the matter is you're pregnant Afraid of what to do, you keep drinking to kill it Why do you fear it? drunken teenage mother, caught up in the world all alone the guy who raped you was twice your age, he was grown baby girl keep strong you were never in the wrong dry your tears and stop drinking away all your fears *One of my shorter ones, but still meaningful, I love to get feedback, so be sure to tell me what you think. =)

Is this some what good? ok so im working for a rap/poem for a girl i really like and its kinda short but its not finish yet, but i will be here it is Before i met her i was like whatever, however 'till i met her, my lifes change for the better, by a girl name heather, god knows i wish we were together, whether its forever and eva or a simple never, september is the month i'll always remember Heather, when i met you and when we had our very first conversation i felt glamorous, and that smile you have... baby you redefine the word of, amorous, You probably dont know but my hearts at war, its fighting for your love, ... and thats where im working from soo wadda ya guys think?

please tell me wat u think about this poem. thank u.? im writing this for a guy im completely in love wit. and we broke up cause im not over my past. i dont love my past but i like him and i don't think its fair to the guy i love. tell me wat u think of this poem please (btw im a girl, my display pic is all whack) if juliet loved romeo~ u say u dont understand u don't get what i mean so here baby let me make it short and sweet i love you i truely do but i like him and its not fair to you im sure you still dont understand still dont get why so baby answer this for me would romeo still love juliet if she loved her past i know ur answer would b yes and thats not even a guess im sure ur right and about this so am i if juliet truely loved romeo she would hate to tell him goodbye but she would know it was right she would hope he would understand pray he wouldnt get mad love so stronge so true is hard to hold on to when all i care about is you i worrie i hurt you or that i make you mad so when this came along how do you think i reacted to that? i only wanted to be the best you ever had to make you laugh and never sad i hope you understand and i pray your not mad a love so stronge and true the only one i will ever find is with you.

I need help. I'm BEGGING. please ='[? ok well my bf... ugh hes bein such a ass right now. ugh. ok well, he tellsme that he loves me and that he never wants to leave me and that hes so inlove with me & writes short cute poems for me, and stuff & a bunch. of.this. on. going. friggggggggon. shiaaaat. and then today, this morning, he was talking to me, and he and i were having some problems. we live kinda far away so we can only see eachother once ina while [like once a week] and he says somethin like "i cant live without holding someone" and then we got into an argument and i said "well then it looks like we should just break up then; isnt that wat u want?" and hes saying, i dont want to leave you, i love u. and at that point i was at the "yeah whatever eff u" stage. xP ;; and then its all bla bla bla then im like "look. why dont u just take a little vacation from dating. and then wen u got shit settled out. u can call me." LESS THAN TWO HOURS, HE FLIPPIN CALLS ME. he says "baby i cant live without u. i cant do this vacation. i love you" and then i just, i said alright. i guess i felt bad or something i dont even know. and so for the rest of the day we talked and stuff. and then he started talking about his ex girlfriends, and what their songs used to be, and how girls are in love with him & shit. and hes always getting moody and deppressed and expects me to make him happy. and .. i cant make him happy. i can only help him be happy. [to me, thats what couples do.lol.] and when hes all upset, theres no communicating with him. and he makes everyone around him, including me, upset too. then when hes half back to normal he tells me how we never talk enough. FYI, i try to start conversations with him all the time and he never gives me feedback! i wish i never met him right now. and thats only the half of it.and now im kicking myself in the butt for taking him back. but he cant even tell that im pissed too! even when i said "whatever. im going to bed, bye." he said "goodnight, i love you. dream about me, cuz ill dream of u" and then i just hung up. so;; someone help me out. am i making a big deal outa nothing? is he playin me? does he really like me? should i break up? what should i say to him? what do i dooo?! T_T HELLLP!!='[

Is my boyfriend playing me? HELP. im begging...? ok well my bf... ugh hes bein such a jerk right now. ugh. ok well, he tells me that he loves me and that he never wants to leave me and that hes so inlove with me & writes short cute poems for me, and stuff & a bunch. of.this. on. going. friggggggggon. shiaaaat. and then today, this morning, he was talking to me, and he and i were having some problems. we live kinda far away so we can only see eachother once ina while [like once a week] and he says somethin like "i cant live without holding someone" and then we got into an argument and i said "well then it looks like we should just break up then; isnt that wat u want?" and hes saying, i dont want to leave you, i love u. and at that point i was at the "yeah whatever eff u" stage. xP ;; and then its all bla bla bla then im like "look. why dont u just take a little vacation from dating. and then wen u got **** settled out. u can call me." LESS THAN TWO HOURS, HE FLIPPIN CALLS ME. he says "baby i cant live without u. i cant do this vacation. i love you" and then i just, i said alright. i guess i felt bad or something i dont even know. and so for the rest of the day we talked and stuff. and then he started talking about his ex girlfriends, and what their songs used to be, and how girls are in love with him & ****. and hes always getting moody and deppressed and expects me to make him happy. and .. i cant make him happy. i can only help him be happy. [to me, thats what couples do.lol.] and when hes all upset, theres no communicating with him. and he makes everyone around him, including me, upset too. then when hes half back to normal he tells me how we never talk enough. FYI, i try to start conversations with him all the time and he never gives me feedback! i wish i never met him right now. and thats only the half of it.and now im kicking myself in the butt for taking him back. but he cant even tell that im pissed too! even when i said "whatever. im going to bed, bye." he said "goodnight, i love you. dream about me, cuz ill dream of u" and then i just hung up. so;; someone help me out. am i making a big deal outa nothing? is he playin me? does he really like me? should i break up? what should i say to him? what do i dooo?! T_T HELLLP!!='[

Quotes about having a baby girl? ? I am pregnant and I am looking for quotes about having a baby girl. Or short poems. Thanks!

Which plot idea should I use? I've written a lot of short stories and poems, but I'm thinking of writing something longer (like a novella or novel-length piece). I have a few ideas, but can't decide between them. They each have good things and flaws about them... Which would you guys prefer to see as a book or story? 1. A body-snatching spirit has gotten tired of living wildly and jumping from host to host and being careless with human lives. She decides to settle down in a little girl's body and experience a normal human life. Her plans are interrupted by another spirit (who she used to love, but is now disgusted with). The other spirit asks for help because he has been somehow damaged by a psychic human man and is now unable to switch bodies. The first spirit reluctantly agrees to help him, and they search for the psychic man all across the country in order to get him to undo whatever he did. They are guided by clues that someone keeps leaving for them. Later in the story, they find out who has been helping them. Along the way, they rediscover what they used to see in each other. 2.In this story,a group of people represent or personify various technologies. They live among normal people, hiding what they really are. The personification of cell phones is a teenage girl, while the internet is a young man only a few years older. They've known each other since childhood, but now they find themselves falling in love. Everything is going well until the Internet accidentally gets the cell phone girl pregnant. She decides to keep the baby, but keeps it a secret from her family (who are also personifications). She knows that her child will personify a new ultra-technology, and she desperately searches for new technologies in development so she knows what her baby will represent. 3. A 16-year-old girl was kidnapped by a serial killer when she was eleven, but he spared her life. She now lives with him and reluctantly helps him lure children and teenagers near his house or car so he can kill them. Several times, while out with the killer on such expeditions, she meets a young man who is a pre-med student at a nearby college. One time, he leaves her phone number for her on a scrap of paper when the killer isn't looking. She works up the nerve to call him, and gets to know him without explaining her real circumstances (she is afraid of what the killer will do if he finds out she's been contacting someone). The boy soon becomes suspicious and tries to find the girl, eventually discovering that she is a missing person and is being kept prisoner. 4. In this dystopian world, everyone has a "fix" (short for fixation). The fix is an obsession that everyone naturally develops during puberty. For some, it takes the form of a sexual fetish, while for others it's a positive force that shapes their future lives and careers. The few people that have a really violent or harmful fix have to be kept in special mental institutions. The main character is a teenager girl who should have developed a fix by now, but hasn't. She actually wants one, but to her dismay the fix she finally begins to feel is very violent indeed. She has bizarre urges to torture people,but she tries to keep her feelings hidden because she doesn't want to get locked up. At school, she starts talking to a shy boy that is constantly being bullied but is optimistic despite the abuse he suffers. He eventually reveals that this is his fix, and he actually likes being hurt. She realizes that they'd make a perfect pair because of their matching obsessions, but struggles between her conscience and her violent fix.

Which plot do you like? I've written a lot of short stories and poems, but I'm thinking of writing something longer (like a novella or novel-length piece). I have a few ideas, but can't decide between them. They each have good things and flaws about them... Which would you guys prefer to see as a book or story? 1. A body-snatching spirit has gotten tired of living wildly and jumping from host to host and being careless with human lives. She decides to settle down in a little girl's body and experience a normal human life. Her plans are interrupted by another spirit (who she used to love, but is now disgusted with). The other spirit asks for help because he has been somehow damaged by a psychic human man and is now unable to switch bodies. The first spirit reluctantly agrees to help him, and they search for the psychic man all across the country in order to get him to undo whatever he did. They are guided by clues that someone keeps leaving for them. Later in the story, they find out who has been helping them. Along the way, they rediscover what they used to see in each other. 2.In this story,a group of people represent or personify various technologies. They live among normal people, hiding what they really are. The personification of cell phones is a teenage girl, while the internet is a young man only a few years older. They've known each other since childhood, but now they find themselves falling in love. Everything is going well until the Internet accidentally gets the cell phone girl pregnant. She decides to keep the baby, but keeps it a secret from her family (who are also personifications). She knows that her child will personify a new ultra-technology, and she desperately searches for new technologies in development so she knows what her baby will represent. 3. A 16-year-old girl was kidnapped by a serial killer when she was eleven, but he spared her life. She now lives with him and reluctantly helps him lure children and teenagers near his house or car so he can kill them. Several times, while out with the killer on such expeditions, she meets a young man who is a pre-med student at a nearby college. One time, he leaves her phone number for her on a scrap of paper when the killer isn't looking. She works up the nerve to call him, and gets to know him without explaining her real circumstances (she is afraid of what the killer will do if he finds out she's been contacting someone). The boy soon becomes suspicious and tries to find the girl, eventually discovering that she is a missing person and is being kept prisoner. 4. In this dystopian world, everyone has a "fix" (short for fixation). The fix is an obsession that everyone naturally develops during puberty. For some, it takes the form of a sexual fetish, while for others it's a positive force that shapes their future lives and careers. The few people that have a really violent or harmful fix have to be kept in special mental institutions. The main character is a teenager girl who should have developed a fix by now, but hasn't. She actually wants one, but to her dismay the fix she finally begins to feel is very violent indeed. She has bizarre urges to torture people,but she tries to keep her feelings hidden because she doesn't want to get locked up. At school, she starts talking to a shy boy that is constantly being bullied but is optimistic despite the abuse he suffers. He eventually reveals that this is his fix, and he actually likes being hurt. She realizes that they'd make a perfect pair because of their matching obsessions, but struggles between her conscience and her violent fix.

How can i justify what my mom did? She pretty much destroyed my transitional developing life being 14-17 although she will swear today i was at fault. She left my dad of 13 years for another man when i was 14 and left me at home every weekend, being 14 and turning fifteen i through parties i smoked pot, drank alcohol, and oh she rented out the basement room to a man who did xanax and seriquil and would lose his mind if he didn't have a joint every afternoon, he was schizophrenic, and he was said to my baby sitter. truth is he got me high i snorted pills with him, at 14 and 15 he also bought me cigarettes. When my mom was home id always try to plead with her but she always yelled at me and told me im screwing up, and then shes run to her bf's. eventually my grades dropped i got a underage drinking charge, she moved me in to her bf;s took me out of school and i went to this other school at this point i became very depressed and wrote poems and books and short stories id stay up all night. she moved us back into our old house because her and her bf were fighting. And then she lost our house because she was getting high with her friends so she broke down and i forgave her for being distant from me, we moved to kentucky, were her sides at, i didn't attend school what so ever, i threw a candle stick holder and my nanny called the cops, when the cops arrived we fought and broke the walls down in my room until they choked me out, i never got charged. We then moved up back to ohio, in her bf's he kicked us out a second time we found a place to rent, the landlord lived upstairs and was crazy, anyhow i guess my mom was done with me, i turned seventeen that week i came home from school and the entire apartment was empty and her phone was off, she has abandoned me. So i moved into my dads met a girl and now have two jobs a car and my ged, and will be attending college and moving in with my gf this summer, my dad btw is a whole another story. I see that iwasn'tt the perfect kid but now my life is so blurry i dont think she should have ever divorced my dad he was my dicipline, he held us together, but i dont know.

So depressed and im only 14.? Hey there, so for a while now I have just cried and cried about a whole bunch of things, but mainly because I don't want to grow up. I miss my childhood so much. All the toy, games,shows,memories,girl scouts,camping trips. Everything I miss. Even my summer of 6th grade. I'm in 9th grade now and turning 15 in July and I can't help but listen to sad depressing songs about not wanting to grow up and me being daddy's little girl and all that. And my mom just had a baby girl. She's a week old today. Now don't jump to conclusions how i am all jealous and that's the reason im down. First off, I have been down for awhile ! And second off, I'm jealous in a good way. My mom and dad were not happy together, fighting and stuff. And now I had a good childhood, lots of events I remember, it's just Sierra will have so much more. She will have her dad (my "step dad") and my mom who won't be miserable and tons of photos as memories. And it makes me cry all the time because now im the older sister. The middle child and sometimes it feels like I got the short end of the stick. I love my sister more than anything but god is it just so amazing and scary to watch her grow up. :/ if i could get quotes,books,songs,poems anything so I can feel some comfort. thanks.

need poem finished for my wedding video? I am doing a growing up wedding video and I need to finish up with a short sentence. It starts with A story of a boy...(on his baby pic) who meets a girl..(on my baby pic) who falls in love..(on our pic) now I need one for the last page to end it! please help!!