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Alysson
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Saturday, March 18, 2006. From the 3 line thing we did in class. Creation as we know it. Even the lavish lilacs. Of the norther city. We may find it hard. To set logic and reason aside. Words are the cells. He was best loved. But with a word-a-day philosophy. The seasons colored grey. Is all so dim. It is a dynamic. Both tough and bold. But we carry on. Posted by Alysson at 5:28:00 PM. This is very very interesting, I think. It reads almost like an elegy. Are you going to work on it more?
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Alysson
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Sunday, April 02, 2006. The crunching of the snow. Posted by Alysson at 5:04:00 PM. I think this is very lyrical. i enjoyed the imagery. I'm wondering how the workshop affected you on this one; I think it has a lot of strength and potential. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon. Down Ive lost myself again Barely visible Throu. Dismal Fallen victim To the fate which surrounds. Waste Countless hours spent Heeding to your eve.
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: My Distance to you
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Wednesday, April 12, 2006. My Distance to you. My thoughts are with you tonight. Although, we are miles apart. The distance only embeds my love. For you deep within my lonely heart. To understand this feeling,that I cannot ask you to do. However, please have compassion for me. And this love I have for you. My sadness is for not being. Near enough to prove this is real. Yet a feeling of happiness.
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Alysson
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Sunday, March 26, 2006. To the fate which surrounds for him. With now tarnished shin. Followed by unconquerable death. Senseless act of stupidity. Leading to one final faint breath. To be never brought back. Whom had grown to be my brother. Into dismal black desert. An adversary of no crime. A now never ending remembrance. Posted by Alysson at 4:47:00 PM. Here's the weird thing: I read the. First line of the third stanza as. Take from brothers." And then . . . "brothers" appears. Very emotional, I like it.
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Alysson: February 2006
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Sunday, February 12, 2006. A single white rose left to lie. A broken heart, is heard to cry. A symbol of pure love, a rose of pure white. Forbidden hopes, and dreams that felt so right. An autumn breeze carries life away,. Never again to be seen by the light of day. A soul is leaving full of pain,. Fantasies bound and slowly slain. Painful tears filled with fear,. Drowning pure love, inside turns clear. A single white rose, left to die. Only to be forgotten, that love was inside. Ladies have plae skin,.
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Alysson
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Saturday, April 22, 2006. My heart is heavy. The flood gates are bound. Causing chaos in my head. The only warmth i had. Dead air on the other end. I grew upset and you fled. Like a murderer abandoning. The scene of the crime. Teetering on the edge. Has formed into plummeting down. It's a never ending cycle. Just one g i a n t circle. The ticking of the clock. Has become louder echoing. A reminder of how quickly. Our time is cut short. Yet you cut me short. When will we learn. As a whole how precious.
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Alysson
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Saturday, March 18, 2006. Cynthia and I wrote this out of our poems that we had to write in class with the last word of each line of the previous poems written. It changes city color. Two classes we have overcome. This one was the same thing but with the newspaper picture. Sunset falling on the city line. Colors change to dark shadows. A hidden face stands alone. Posted by Alysson at 5:33:00 PM. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon.
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Breaking the Mold without Forgetting the Old
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Breaking the Mold without Forgetting the Old. Tuesday, April 11, 2006. Dad, I’m here and it is clear. That my fear will draw You near. How far and high. My sadness will fly. How big can my faith be. Even though I can’t see. I will know You love even me. But I still cry, Dad how and why? He says, you are a child of mine. It is fine trust me and shine. You will be great in my kingdom. Sing some bring some Win some. Pain will gain you your new call. Train your eyes to see beyond the wall. See us as your Dad.
