we tha kids
need to b heard
most otha people
just think we obsurd
but we r tha future
of this new generation
it comes without defistation
r legacy and our lives
our never ova and done
cuz kids these days will ova run
the society of unbelievers
and the awards of over achievers
cuz adults theses dayz
seem to pressure and push
us to be above the standards of most kids
but wat they dont understand
is that we r a dyin breed
that must be our own kind of interatial peopl
OMG! What the hell?
Jimmy White is EDL.
Everytime he pots the black
He secretly hopes it won't come back.
Snooty Snooker why don't you
Join the back of that racist queue.
Ronnie, i'll tell you what defeat is,
Playing a sport that's so elitist!
A Felt-topped microcosm, of class divide.
Privelege, prejedice power and pride.
Colours discarded, down a hole,
The white ball always in control.
What have you been up to?
On the other hand, a whole lot here.
I just can’t seem to get over you.
You used to tell me you loved me,
And I know that came from deep inside your heart.
But then you stopped telling me you loved me,
And then my world stated to painfully and slowly fall apart.
How Dare You?
Everything you used to tell me haunts me at night.
I know if I forget it all, it will be alright.
I guess all the emotions that I poured into your mind and heart
Was just a waste of time.
My heart is gone, you stole it, you broke it,
You’ve committed a crime.
The more I think I care for you, the less I actually do.
Come to think of it, I’m not the one who lost anything,
It was YOU!
One of these days you’re going to look back and be mad
Because you lost one of the most precious things in the world.
So no I am over you.
I hope you are over me now too.
One last look - that's all you get,
You'll be back but it will never be the same.
Memories taped to the wall,
The setting sun spilling onto the for-once neat bed,
Collected books left to collect dust.
Mom's sleepy good-morning smile,
The rising volumn of the television with the remote in Dad's hands,
The smell of a dinner almost ready.
Tiny handprints set in concrete in the backyard,
My favorite sunken couch cushion,
The dog waiting to see where I go.
One last look - that's all I get,
I'll be back but for a different length of stay.
Frank Sutton was an actor who died half a century ago.
He starred in one episode of "The Andy Griffith Show".
He starred in every episode of "Gomer Pyle: USMC".
Sutton died fifty years ago today at the age of fifty.
People were sad because he wouldn't be coming back.
Sutton's life came to an end when he had a heart attack.
He starred in "The Twilight Zone" and "Town Without Pity".
He starred in "Armstrong Circle Theater" and "Naked City".
He starred in "Love, American Style" and "Valentine's Day".
Sutton would be 100 years old if he hadn't passed away.
[Dedicated to Frank Sutton (1923-1974) who died half a century ago on June 28, 1974]
〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피〈강남오피〉〈씨엘〉▷서울오피◁[ bａMWａｒ７닷 컴 ]〘 밤워 〙월미도오피
My Number One
You are the best
For fixing up all my bruises and my pain
Even when I was small to help me get dressed
I want to thank you for all your love and care
For supporting me through the worst
Even when nothing seems fair
You always put others first
So once again I thank you
For everything that you do
To helping me to stay true to who I meant to be
Even when we disagree
Thank you mom
You have taken me to many places;
Exotic lands I never would have dreamed.
The places where the master still traces;
Places where people danced and castles gleamed.
Heroes wept when their families had died;
Villains triumphed until their plans were foiled.
Every time the story ended I cried—
I hated when the ending was spoiled.
The real world will not be enough for me;
Magic and fantasy always prevail.
A more interesting world is what I see;
In these stories, the heroes never fail.
However, many say your life is gone—
I say the story will always go on.
There must be shadows, without them there is no substance.
They’re dark and sometimes menacing,
Without them there is no beauty.
People are shadows too, the outcasts and people who have been discarded.
People are beautiful too,
The cheerleaders and jocks.
Shadows can be beautiful
Their mystery and vendetta enthralling
Shadows can be beautiful too, if given their chance to shine.
I live my life in shadows,
No one gives me the chance to shine.
I’m the one everyone picks on,
The shadow in the background.
I am beautiful too,
Intellectually and personally.
Shadows have feelings too
Their hearts can be broken
Shadows are my only friends
The rejects of society
Shadows are beautiful too.
There was once a boy, real small and coy.
He didn't know that soon the land would end.
Staring down he found a rock, too much to understand.
String kept falling from the sky, there was no reason to ask why.
The sun was always shining directly on his face, to shy to ask so he stayed in his place.
Words would never leave his mouth, but thoughts were running through in and out.
Finally the light changed, a faint blue color appeared.
"What is your wish?" asked the fairy who was near.
He began to speak and learned the land didn't have an end.
The strings detached and the sun became a lamp.
Looking down, he realized he was wood from head to toe.
The poor boy learned his name is Pinocchio.
