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A book to read,
a poem to write,
a chapter to learn,
homework to do,

The beauty of the dark,
is the beauty of no light.

The beauty of the silent,

There you stand as a predator,
Watching my every move,
Although you are a monster,
I cannot deny how graceful you are,

There he sat, in his chair,
smiling at two of his granddaughters,
they love him with all their young hearts,
and he loves them with his old heart.

Do I love thee?
I respect thy purely, but love?
That is questionable.
I trust thee with my life.

Reality is fiction to me,
In my world I understand,
In my world there are creatures,
Werewolves and vampires,

My life is like a dark room,
For I do not see the light,
My pupils are wide though the light is on,
I feel alone almost always,

The teachers ask me,
'What do you want to be? '
what kind of job do I want to do?
But to be honest, I don't have a clue.

I fall asleep after a while.
Then the normal routine happens....
My everyday nightmare returns...

You stand there in the darkness,
people screaming everywhere,
although you want to,
you can't help them,

This poem I did together with my best friend, Christina.
People say they know what you are going through
even though they actually have no clue

We are opposites of each other,
you are ying as I am yang,
you are light as I am darkness,
you are the sun as I am the moon,

There comes a time in life,
when people have to leave the path they had followed.
They have to leave what they have known all their life,
and go out into the wide world.

This is a poem I found on the internet and changed a few sentences of it. I hope u like it.
A mask of happiness often covers her sadness,
her beliefs hidden inside her,

I thought I had an empty heart,
no love that pumps through my vaines at every heartbeat.

I thought I was hollow,

I look at the girl infront of me,
the girl on the other side of the glass,
who just stares at me,
and is silent.

I see a woman,
dressed in a dark cloak,
there is something peculiar about her,
but I cannot name the difference.


Red is the color of roses,
Red is the passion,
Red is the lips, so soft and warm,
Red is the hate, which I feel,

I feel lonely in days,
I feel lonely in so many ways,
Lonely am I and cursed without you,
Only at night do I feel free of loneliness,


The anger in me drives me crazy,
The anger is deep within me,
The anger makes me want to scream,
The anger takes control,

Anne Unknown Biography

I'm fourteen but I love to write poems, read english (and only english) books and listen to music. I have lived in England for 3 years and also in America for the same amount of time. I will move back to America in June.)

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A book to read,
a poem to write,
a chapter to learn,
homework to do,
a book to finish writing,
what is it to be busy?
Is it that you have a lot to do?
You can always cancel or take your time.
Why haste then?
Why not take interest in life?
Do not waste your life,
you'll have time to finish your to do list.

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