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"Christmas Day."

Deserted Lands
and bloodstained hands.
On the streets,
collecting cans.

He has no home,
or place to rest.
He can only,
do his best.

Wearing just
his old torn coat.
He dreams of sailing
on his boat.

The boat he has no posession of,
floats around up above.
He only has the little things,
like doves, and bugs with little wings.

Sifting through,
the old trash bags.
He finds some shoes,
but never brags.

This old man
and his tin cans.
Hiding in
the football stands.

Around a corner,
he sees a girl.
Bouncing curls,
as she twirls.

The age of five,
she's so alive.
A speeding car,
should he take the dive?

He runs as fast,
as he can,
he's struck down by,
a suburban.

He lays there,
on the ground.
Not even with,
the slightest frown.

He see's angels,
in her eyes.
as she bends over,
to hug him goodbye.

His soul drifts away,
his memory will always stay.
He did a good deed,
On this Christmas day.
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( I Just now wrote this poem, I hope you like it.)

Odd.
I don't know why there are duplicates of my music poll, I can't delete them, please just try to ignore the fact that there is two.

"Darkness."

Darkness falls
and evil calls.
I see faces,
in the walls.

These things are mean,
theyre only seen,
by one individual,
human being.

I am the one,
who's pestered by,
these creepy beasts,
and devils eye.

Swarming patterns,
of tormented souls.
Bodies burning,
on red hot coals.

Demented and psychotic Fiends,
take my life,
and all my dreams.
Do you know what this means?

Trapped behind the big black gate,
I'm tossed around
like their play mate.
Why am I cursed with such a fate?

I am no longer,
just a guest.
This is where,
my soul will rest.

Forever in this darkened place,
they leave me here,
with all my fear,shame,
and disgrace.
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( Another poem I wrote, I hope you don't think im some psychopath or something.)

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"Never be too greedy." fantasy story i wrote in school.


Deep beneath the watery surface of Australias Great Barrier Reef, lives a special fish. The saddled Butterflyfish to be presise. This Magnificent and unique sea creature holds the power to create butter so pure, that if you were to ever taste such a thing, you would be immortalized and bound to the ocean to provide sanctuary for the holy fish that produces the butter.
Phil was a friendly kind of guy, just the average man trying to make a living by doing what he does best, which just happened to be scuba diving and collecting precious information on the creatures of the sea.
This year his studies landed him on the coast of western Australia. Phil was to find the Saddled Butterflyfish and study it's living environment and behavior for one week.
Things were going great for Phil, already three days into the project and he was having so much fun that he then realized he didn't ever want to leave. Soon he would discover that he would have no choice but to stay.
One afternoon, after Phil began collecting his scuba gear and photo instruments, he saw a bright golden twinkle under the fresh, crisp, watery depth. He glanced down at it once and turned away in hesitation, then returned for a second glance. Right then and there Phil knew that this was what's going to make him famous. This discovery. He could see it now, 'Phil the magnificent scuba diver has discovered the never before seen ____.' "wait.."Never before seen what? He thought to himself.
Phil was determined to find out what this was, even if it took him all night to do so. Without any further hesitation, Phil equiped his diving mask and air supply firmly, and before a blink of an eyes time, he was gone. He had already vanished beneath the clear, ever extending, glimmering water in search of the unknown object that caught his eye only moments ago.
After about five minutes of frantic searching, he finally spotted it. There on a sea bed of moss and vegitation lay this golden, pastey looking substance and around it were three Butterflyfish spinning swiftly, round and round, like nothing he had ever seen or experienced before. It looked as if they were protecting the rich golden butter they had made by creating a smooth and fast current bordering it. The current grew stronger as the fish continued to twirl and spin around the sacred butter. Soon there was this cyclone of great speeds and strength within the water, it was growing uncontrolably fierce. It threw the three Butterflyfish out of sync with their swimming patterns.
As the fish were furociousely torn apart from the butter they charrished so much, the cyclone weakened and Phil fearlessly clasped the golden treasure in his hands. Exhausted and hungry, Phil emerged from the water in seek of his boat, it was nowhere in sight. His first instinct was to get out of the water and to find shelter. All Phil could see is fog and a small dark spot out in the horizon as he gazed out into the ocean. The dark object appeared to only be about 30 yards away from him.
He swam as fast and as hard as he could with the roaring sea working against him as it pounds into his chest, his head, and striking his eyes repeatedly with salty waves of mass destruction. Phil struggles to free himself from the wet, neverending sea as he draws closer and closer to the object, his last and only hope of surviving.
He throws himself over the enormous, dark, and cold object which seems to be a rock. He rips his soaking wet clothing from his weak and aching body, and lay them over the sharp, colourful barnical that surrounds the rock, There Phil would rest and wait to be rescued.
He waits, and waits, then waits some more. He was almost certain a passing ship would see him, but no ship came around. No one did, for no one knew he was stranded out there, on that cold, hard, wet rock.
Three days go by and Phil was very hungry. He then remembered about the golden paste he had collected a few days before, he still had most of it.
Laying there with nothing else to eat, Phil knew he would die unless he did something, so almost instantly after he realized he still posessed the golden substance, it was gone. He devoured it whole. Although it wasn't much, nor very filling, it was the most satasfying thing he has ever eaten, and the last.
Phil rolled off the rock and into the water once more, there he transformed into a beautiful glowing reef of many colours. As a reef, Phil would provide safety and sanctuary for the Butterflyfish to live a long, carefree life, while they create butter and live happily ever after in their new reef home. As far as Phil is concerned, he learned to never be too greedy and expect so much.In the end he got his wish, he never wanted to leave, and now he is apart of the sea which he loves so much.
-Brandie
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I had to write a fanstasy story on the Saddled Butterfly Fish in school. It was an assignment for a project we were working on. This is the best I could do. I hope you like it.