The Message
by John DonneSend home my long stray'd eyes to me,
Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee;
Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,
Such forced fashions,
And false passions,
That they be
Made by thee
Fit for no good sight, keep them still.
Send home my harmless heart again,
Which no unworthy thought could stain;
Which if it be taught by thine
To make jestings
Of protestings,
And break both
Word and oath,
Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.
Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
That I may know, and see thy lies,
And may laugh and joy, when thou
Art in anguish
And dost languish
For some one
That will none,
Or prove as false as thou art now.
this was the poem that made me a poet. i was so inspired by it that i thought " maybe i can be the next John Donne" and many teachers have helped me. but the one that has believed in from the start is My english teacher MS.DILTHY
Friday, August 21, 2009
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
OMG!!!!!!!!!! what happen to me was a oobe! so heres what happened im coming home from school on friday and there is a new blue honda behind us. then a white van comes barreling out of a parking lot and it hits the honda i was so shocked!!! :0. so the honda is spinning on the sidewalk and the white van is on the edge of the sidewalk tipping over but it doesnt :D . i was so scared i was almost lol out loud
Monday, August 3, 2009
poem
when i call to the heavans thunder hits it's mark fire burns bright ice chills the night i whisper some words that make the night bright
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