Emily Dickinson Jr.

Monday, January 31, 2005
when
when everythings seems to be lost,
and theres no hope in finding a way,
when life seems like it has no purpose,
and u cant go on another day,

when all dreams seem to be shattered
and you dont feel like goin on,
when no one notices you anymore
and everything seems to be wrong,

when the light seems to be faded
and theres nothing you can do,
when there seems to be no point in life,
no point in being you,

when your whole lifes a facade
and your smiles far past fake
when your far past pouring tears
and theres nothing u can take

when you think youve hit rock bottom
and you feel like giving in
you jus want to leave this place
all the horror and the sin

when you think theres no hope left
and all seems to look bleak
just do me one last favor
dont ever let them see you weap

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About the Author
My names Ariel, im a dancer and a writer, i idolize one of the weirdest poets in history, (partly why im so weird) Miss Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, wow that woman was a genious.... well ya, im not gonna lie to you, i dont think my poems are that great, theyre jus my rambelings about life, you know, but ya, tag me (my tag boards on the bottom of the colum on the right) and tell me wut you think, or dont, you know what ever floats ur boat.... o also, not all of these poems are mine, but most of em are, and if u want me to put one of ur poems in here, heck jus tell me and i will, ttfn

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alannas poem
Elizabeth Dowd
happy? whats that
im nobody
im nobody
wanna be
a lil poem by who knows who
Running
how is it?
............. sry

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My Favorite Poems and Quotes: Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial to creation, and the exponent of breath -Emily Dickinson WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! 5 So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. -Emily Dickinson I âM nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there âs a pair of usâdonât tell! They âd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! 5 How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -Emily Dickinson hope is the thing with feathers, that pearches in the soul, and sings the tune, without the words, and never stops at all -Emily Dickinson i dwell in possibiliy -Emily Dickinson Before god we are all equally wise, and equally foolish -Albert Einstein success is counted sweetest by those who nearly succede -Emily Dickinson we turn not older with years, but newer every day -Emily Dickinson...................... **MY TAGGIES**