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Your Favorite Games of all time

Orb Posted:

-Grim Fandango

-Icewind Dale series

-The Longest Journey

-Psychonauts

I forgot all about the longest journey..that was a cool game

Poetry: Just that.

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Who Would Know

by Melissa Hensle

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Who would know these kids were drunk

driving in our town?

I was coming out of the parking lot,

they hit me, I spun around.

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All of a sudden my short life flashed

before my hurting eyes.

I started thinking about all the fun

I had with mom, dad, and the guys.

Then I hear the siren guy say there is no chance –

She will die, I also felt my spirit go up into the sky.

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Why does my family have to suffer,

for something they didn’t do?

I just pulled out of a parking lot and now my life is through.

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I am only 19 years old now,

my family’s life is going to shatter,

and the civil case will not matter.

The expense of my funeral will bring them down,

me lying in a casket,

my family and friends all on the ground.

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Just because those kids thought they were cool,

drinking and driving in my town.

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Warped & Twisted

by Skittles

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Harsh words & violent blows

Hidden secrets nobody knows

Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside I’m warped & twisted

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So many tricks & so many lies

Too many whens & too many whys

Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted

I’m just me, warped & twisted

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Sleeping awake & choking on a dream

Listening loudly to a silent scream

Call my mind, the number’s unlisted

Lost in someone so warped & twisted

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On my knees, alive but dead

Look at the invisible blood I’ve bled

I’m not gone, my mind has drifted

Don’t expect much, I’m warped & twisted

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Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow

Today’s just yesterday’s tomorrow

The sun died out, the ashes sifted

I’m still here, warped & twisted

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The Ambulance Down In The Valley

by Vanessa

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The sky turned gray as I stood on the hill

The smell of violence and the smell of kill

The sound of horror and terrified screaming

It is the only place the sun�s not beaming

A place of swings where no children will play

For I stand by the graveyard to where they most lay

I see drunks lay all over the alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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Poor children living a life of violence

With horrifying homes filled with silence

Violent blood shattered on the street

And a child who lay there that has been beat

In fear of their parents I hear children crying

Living in a valley that is somehow dying

I see the blood on the walls in the alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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The sun won�t shine in a place of horror

The children cry and the parents beat more

Living in a family with a father who’s a drunk

And a mother who smokes dope and a lot of junk

The hospital is full of children bruised

And many are still home being abused

I see shadows of death in the alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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The graveyard is full and there will be many more

If the abused do not stop in this horror

Rain pours down from all the tears

That God sheds for people�s fears

Defenseless children can not play

For in their abusive homes is where they must stay

I see a place of horror and a lonely alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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I see a cry for help throughout the place

And fear from a child�s terrified face

At nighttime the moon is gray

Like a horror movie I saw one day

A poor child who doesn�t own a toy

Because the parents won�t buy for the little boy

I still see loneliness in that alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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Careless children, fresh as sin

And some have forgotten how to grin

Children suffer, deliberately burned and bruised

From poor parents who themselves were abused

And violent anger on their mind

Makes them beat on any child they can find

A pool of blood lay in the alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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The abuse is increasing day by day

The valley full of pain and the sky still gray

A little child in a corner is what I find

And visions of the abuse still haunts her mind

Seventy percent of children are abused every day

The parents get upset and the children pay

Horrified children and a lonely alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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In the 1960�s abuse was first identified

And since then many children has died

Blood in the valley and a child in pain

Somehow this world has gone insane

Nobody will help or try to prevent the abuse

No one deserves this; there is no excuse

In the village by the alley

The ambulance is down in the valley

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The pain and suffering have gotten out of hand

The poor children can not even stand

Some in wheel chairs and some in a cast

And some just trying to forget about the past

Some do not know how love would feel

Some scarred for life that will never heal

Screaming, yelling, the sight of the alley

And the ambulance is down in the valley

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One story that is so sad

Is when a stepmother got so mad

The children could not tie their laces

And fear poured out from their terrified faces

She beat them till the blood ran free

I am just glad this never happened to me

The children and their visions of the alley

The ambulance is down in the valley

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Think of all the problems the world must face

So please stop the abuse in this horrible place

Poor children who may never see

What a wonderful place this could be

What I am trying to say is think of their pain

Do not think of your problems and complain

Unless you have visions of the alley

Because the Ambulance is still down in the valley

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Suicide Poem, A Sonnet

by Stage Diva

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Was I bewitched so by the thin red line

To notice not that time released its hold

And let pale Iris snip the silver twine

To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.

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Existence now is not what I was told;

No seraphim and harps to grace my ear,

Just silence, painful silence, and the cold

Discomfort of my masochistic fear,

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So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear

My soul until the ache’s too much to bare,

As mortal life mirages now appear:

Intangible are they; away they tear.

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Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon

When razor’s edge did charm me like the moon.

Forumbuildr Voting

Ones i think are good, i vote up, ones i dont think are too great, i vote down. Some are sort of in the middle, i cant decide so i pbum on them.

joni teh fnas of fasn ot sptotry Sapt, Coda, saptin coda is good guy

MONGOLoidWARRIOR Posted:

I’m in your clan Eirairaianna, but my dad says Iam not re-re just special.

Does that make me not powerful?

I could draw another comic of me being powerful.

Would that make me powerful?

ur non-powar is really evident but thats ok

-Just kidding

Brrrrrrrrrrainnnnnnnnnnnnnns!

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Brrrrrrrrrrainnnnnnnnnnnnnns!

Eirairaianna Posted:

You wnat branis for smrt convresatien? I tihnk you shoud come to the re-re forum, there are smoe REALY smrat poepel there.

Captian Soda is vrey smart and POWARFUL. He is our teecher!

Also Mongeloid Warrier is ther sometims adn he is SUPER smrt about comics adn, stuf.

Janei is smart too but seh’s been acting weerd latley. Seh mite be hard ot talkto.

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How Janie Got Her Poetry Back

my_mother Posted:

I was ready to give my body over to xTROLLx, all of me, he could have been inside me mentally and physically, but I just don’t think I can do that now. It hurts to much. I can’t stand the pain anymore. To love someone so much and see them wanting another?

jeezzzz, man….you live,i think

How Janie Got Her Poetry Back

zombie n emo sex…dont anyone looks so shoked now

THE CAPTAIN SODA FANCLUB

CAPTAIN SODA Posted:

IT DEPENDS ON THE VARIABLES

yeah cap thats what i thought 2