tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40420085040368817912024-03-08T04:11:21.028-08:00The Scattered Writings of a Christian GirlPoohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-61040207192467623802013-12-08T11:16:00.000-08:002013-12-08T11:16:22.565-08:00PoemsHere are some more random poems I've written:<br />
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Words:<br />
Words're like knives,<br />
Swords to my heart.<br />
You say it's a joke,<br />
But it cuts deep.<br />
I am a book,<br />
Your words are fire.<br />
They tear my heart,<br />
Polute my mind.<br />
My soul is caught,<br />
Underneath you.<br />
Underneath words<br />
That come from you.<br />
The words that tear<br />
My heart in half.<br />
The words that end<br />
My worthless life.<br />
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<br />
I'm a drop of ink<br />
In ocean tides<br />
Too strange to blend<br />
Too strange to friend<br />
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<br />
If you would give me<br />
Just a little love<br />
Wrap my heart with yours<br />
Care about my tears<br />
And heal my life's scars<br />
Then perhaps<br />
I'd be whole again<br />
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Every day:<br />
The tears, they flow<br />
Every day<br />
The words, they hurt<br />
Every day<br />
The pain, it's new<br />
Every day<br />
The wounds, they're new<br />
Every day<br />
The scars, they stay<br />
Every day<br />
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Why?:<br />
Why must I cry?<br />
Why must I hurt?<br />
Why must I feel<br />
Like I'm in hell?<br />
Where'd the sun go?<br />
Where's my hope gone?<br />
Where's the happy<br />
I want to feel?<br />
Why am I fat?<br />
Why'm I ugly?<br />
Why do I feel<br />
So worthless now?<br />
Why do I have<br />
To be this way?<br />Why?<br />
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<br />
Wand'ring thoughts,<br />
Unwanted tears<br />
Lonely dark<br />
All around me<br />
Scars and pain<br />
Control my mind<br />
I'm alone<br />
So no one knows<br />
My story<br />
Is ending now<br />
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Well I hope you like 'em!<br />
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-Poohbear:D Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-66408674694243253912013-11-18T18:10:00.000-08:002013-11-18T18:10:16.507-08:00Not alone Here's a song I wrote for all ya'll who are going through tough times<br />
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Relive those memories<br />
The flashbacks through the night<br />
The tears and pain, and scars remain<br />
Though the years have brought on change<br />
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You feel like no one cares<br />
'Bout all that you've been through<br />
Spend your nights cryin, days smilin'<br />
Though you're dying on the inside<br />
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Though you're dying on the inside<br />
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**Oh smile!<br />
For I am here for you!<br />
Oh smile!<br />
My care can heal your scars!<br />
Oh smile!<br />
I care about your tears!<br />
Oh smile!<br />
My love can heal your heart!<br />
Cause you<br />
Are not alone**<br />
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Yeah time matters not<br />
Your memories still burn<br />
Your scars have closed through time and change<br />
Yet the inside ones still bleed<br />
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Broken heart for so long<br />
Yet it's new every day<br />
You've made it this far don't give in<br />
To the grief inside your heart<br />
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The grief inside your heart<br />
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**Chorus**<br />
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Love is all you've needed<br />
Something you did not have<br />
Through the years that have gone by<br />
And it's catching up to you<br />
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Don't take a step too far<br />
Don't let the darkness in<br />
Look past the dark skies, there's a sun<br />
You just have to see the truth<br />
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You just have to see the truth<br />
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**Chorus**Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-66681434309705470472013-11-04T18:28:00.003-08:002013-11-04T18:28:52.231-08:00More PoemsHere are two more short poems:<br />
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Her thoughts are her own hell<br />
Spends her days stayin out<br />
But can't escape at night<br />
Wanders around her thoughts<br />
Crying herself to sleep<br />
Cuts and scars scattered round<br />
Memories forever<br />
But no one's seen the ain<br />
She keeps in inside her<br />
Scared she'll hurt someone else<br />
By letting her hell out<br />
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Cries in her sleep<br />
Yells though her dreams<br />
But can't escape<br />
Locked in her thoughts<br />
Sleep was heaven<br />
Til she grew up<br />
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Her life is more<br />
Than meets the eye<br />
Beneath the clothes<br />
Lay brand new scars<br />
With memories<br />
From past and now<br />
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She's got reasons<br />
High as the sky<br />
Not that she'll tell<br />
Anyone else<br />
Just thinks all night<br />
Caught in her dreams<br />
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-Poohbear:D<br />
Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-53033550150121547932013-10-07T19:16:00.001-07:002013-10-07T19:16:43.547-07:00Random Short PoemsSo, I was bored and had nothing to do, so I wrote a bunch of random, short poems. I don't have names for them, if you think of one comment please! <br />
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Evreythin's her fault<br />
Or so they say.<br />
Yellin an fightin<br />
Is all she ever hears.<br />
The cuts on her thighs<br />
Grow worse and worse.<br />
But nobody knows<br />
Cause she's so fake.<br />
Smiling and laughing<br />
Only on the outside.<br />
Pain and cryin <br />
But only by night.<br />
Can't let someone see,<br />
Can't let someone hear.<br />
Can't let someone know<br />
What's tearin her apart<br />
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<br />
Her mourning days are over<br />
Her pool of tears is dry<br />
Pain and remorse are gon<br />
Cuts and scrapes are healed<br />
Anger and screams are nigh<br />
As she passes into a higher sky<br />
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Lip trembling<br />
Hand shaking<br />
Tears pouring<br />
Blood dripping<br />
Wrists are lined<br />
With the past<br />
A torn past<br />
A torn present<br />
Forever seems to long<br />
For someone<br />
Someone like me<br />
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<br />
She finely* breaks<br />
She finely *crys<br />
Crys the tears<br />
She's kept so long<br />
It's been so hard<br />
But she's been strong<br />
Until the day<br />
They broke her down<br />
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*Yes guys, I'm aware I spelled that wrong. But that's how you would say it if you were to read this out loud cause "finally" has too many syllables.<br />
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Smile;D-<br />
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Smile now, 'fore it's too late<br />
For life goes by in a blink<br />
You never know what it'll do<br />
For an old lost soul<br />
Who needs your love<br />
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Wel guys I hope you liked 'em!! <br />
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-Poohbear:DPoohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-56203570234206997322013-09-10T21:57:00.000-07:002013-09-10T21:57:25.525-07:00No OneHey guys! So I wrote another poem. This one's much shorter:) Hope you guys enjoy!<br />
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No One:<br />
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E'ry one says she's fine<br />
No one sees the tears<br />
No one sees her pain<br />
<br />
E'ry one says she's great<br />
No one sees her scars<br />
No one sees her thoughts<br />
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E'ry one says she's okay<br />
No one really knows<br />
No one knows her<br />
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So guys what do ya think? I've kinda been into writing sad stuff....Idk why but it just works with me. And if you think about it...this is how most teenagers live. Hidden underneath a fake smile, or forced laugh. It's the way this world works. Who's with me on trying to get that to stop?! <br />
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Enjoy!<br />
-Poohbear:DPoohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-8674369995575988172013-09-01T12:53:00.000-07:002013-09-01T12:53:23.258-07:00Lil Bit MoreSo guys, here is a song I wrote. It's called 'Lil Bit More'<br />
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Oh they fought all the time</div>
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Slept alone every night</div>
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Now she's packing to leave</div>
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She says she would've stayed</div>
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But he ain't been to kind</div>
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'N he needed to learn</div>
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That</div>
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Sometimes we have to give</div>
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Sometimes we have to loose</div>
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Sometimes we have to love just a lil bit more</div>
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Sometimes we have to cave</div>
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Sometimes we have to bend</div>
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Sometimes we have to give just a lil bit more</div>
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She is a five year old girl</div>
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Don't know bout the world</div>
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Just that her mama had left</div>
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Her dady's a drunk</div>
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Her brother gets beat</div>
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'Cause they don't know</div>
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<b>Chorus</b></div>
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hidden scars and remorse</div>
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Couldn't take it no more</div>
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She took 'er own life</div>
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People would stare</div>
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People wold talk</div>
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'Cause sometimes we forget</div>
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<b>Chorus</b></div>
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People shoulda cared</div>
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People shoulda seen </div>
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People shoulds loved</div>
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People shoulda realized</div>
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People shoulda listened</div>
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People shoulda known</div>
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<b>Chorus</b></div>
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Hope you guys enjoy it!!</div>
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-Poohbear:D</div>
Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-33855227262941100592013-08-21T18:57:00.000-07:002013-08-21T18:57:45.434-07:00BrokenHey guys! It's been sooooo long since I last posted, sorry about that! I've been going through some stuff, and just been really busy....But here's a poem I wrote!!<br />
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Broken-<br />
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Silent tears roll down her face,<br />
she spends her days in tears and pain.<br />
Regretted scars both in and out,<br />
she sees herself with scolding eyes. <br />
Never sees the beauty within,<br />
only ugly scars, sins, and pain.<br />
She once was strong but now she's broke,<br />
scared no one can fix her heart.<br />
Who will come, who will try,<br />
who will fix a broken girl?<br />
Who will care just enough,<br />
to see the pain this heart is in?<br />
Who will fix a shattered heart,<br />
who will know exactly how?<br />
Who will give a broken girl,<br />
the things to be strong again?<br />
Who will tell her she's pretty,<br />
who will say she's wanted?<br />
Who will treat her right,<br />
who will mend her corrupted heart?<br />
Who will make her future bright,<br />
who will shun her blackened past?<br />
Who will hold her tight with love,<br />
who will care both day and nigh?<br />
Who will make her see the beauty,<br />
who will make her see the good?<br />
Who will take her wary hand,<br />
and lead her through the hearder parts?<br />
Who will make her feel happy,<br />
who will make her be merry?<br />
Who can fix a girl like me,<br />
who can mend a heart like mine?<br />
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1) please no plagarising:D I just realized it's possible cause I don't have my real name on this stuff...but please don't:)<br />
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2)I hope you guys liked it!<br />
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3) I didn't actually write this about me, it was just kinda how I imagine broken girls feel...if that makes sense...lol:]<br />
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4) Please let me know what ya'll think!!<br />
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<br />
-\poohbear:D<br />
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Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-69376454960262130342013-03-01T18:33:00.003-08:002013-03-01T18:33:44.692-08:00The Weather ManSo, this is the Proluge to a book I'm writing for an after-school class I take. I have a younger brother who has quite the imagination, and so when I had writers block, he came up with this idea, and let me use it.<br />
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I blew across the area of map representing The Gogi Desert. Down on earth a hot wind rose, swirling the sand around. After this I drew clouds and sprayed droplets of water over the nothern corner of SOuth America. As I smoothed the wrinkles in the Pacific Ocean, the waves calmed, and the tide pulled away from the shores breifly before moving back in. I brightened and intensifiedthe heat of the holographic sun, slowly creeping it ever so slightly over half the map, at the same time as shifting the picture of a moon ever so slightly to the west, on the opposite half of the map. <br />
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That's what I do. I'm the weather man.<br />
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Enjoy!<br />PoohbearPoohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-86375054773657226092013-02-05T20:20:00.002-08:002013-02-05T20:23:02.555-08:00Finding CamdaThis is a chapter from a book I started writing about two months ago. I haven't done much with it lately but I think I'm going to continue writing it slowly. I'm not going to explain much of the plot, partly 'cause I don't want my viewers to get too into it, and then not finish it, but also because the first chapter explains some of it.<br />
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I quickly swerved right, narrowly missing the red Ford truck headed
straight toward me. I over corrected.<span style="font-style: normal;">
Sliding onto two wheels I screamed as my new Toyota tipped over and
began rolling down a small hill next to the road. </span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;"> I woke up strapped down to a bed. A
hospital bed. For those of you who don't know, I </span><i>hate</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
hospitals. Their anesthetic smell makes me queasy, and all the white
made me cringe. I mean, who would want to </span><i>see</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
what is on the sheets, and walls? Anyway you get the point. I
struggled against the straps but I couldn't get free. I was about to
start yelling, but just then some one in a white lab coat walked in.</span></div>
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“Well James,” the doctor said to me“according to my
observations you are doing better than your car. All you have are some bruises, and a small concussion from when you're head slammed into your steering wheel. All in all
you're in much better shape than you should be.” he paused looking
at me oddly. “You're strapped down so that you don't hurt yourself
while you're unconscious.” he added seeing me struggle against the
scratchy straps.<br />
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I guess I forgot to mention, I'm not from this dimension. Yeah,
it's weird but it's the way it is. I'm from a different dimension
named Camda. When I was eight I found out that my adult friend, Dr.
Taylor, knew about something that would happen in the future. She
also knew about my unique abilities, and many survival skills, and so
she found a way, and sent me here to this strange world. I remember
everything about Camda. All except how to get back. One of my unique
skills is that I don't get hurt easily. I could fall off a fifty
story building, and end up with at most a sprained ankle and a
concussion.
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I get it, I'm a freak, the doctors don't need to rub it in.<br />
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“However, on the subject of your car,” he paused hesitantly “I'm
afraid it was totaled.”<br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;"> “It was </span><i>totaled</i><span style="font-style: normal;">!?!?”
I asked stunned. I had gotten that car just a week ago, on my 16</span><sup><span style="font-style: normal;">th</span></sup><span style="font-style: normal;">
birthday. Okay, it was my 16</span><sup><span style="font-style: normal;">th</span></sup><span style="font-style: normal;">
birthday </span><i>here</i><span style="font-style: normal;">, it was
my tenth birthday where I came from. Anyway, it was REALLY special to
me. The only parents I really knew had given it to me. Back in Camda
I had been abandoned at the age of four, but made my way by myself
from there. Here I had been put in the foster system, but the first
foster parents that I had adopted me two years ago. </span></div>
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It took me a while to be able to speak again, but finally I did
“Where are my parents?”<br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;"> “They should be here any minute,”
he said “they were contacted and are on their way.” Just as he
finished saying this a woman with auburn hair and green eyes entered
with a man of the same complexion. </span></div>
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“Mom! Dad!” I exclaimed as they came over and, unstrapping my
wrists, gave me amazingly strong hugs. “I'm so glad to see you!”<br />
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“Are you okay? Are you okay?” my mom kept questioning me while
she looked me over. Finally satisfied she stepped back. Only then did
I notice my dad talking to the doctor, who had a wondering look on
his face. </div>
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“Do you need anything?” the doctor asked my parents.<br />
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“No,” my mom said immediately “but, when will James be able to
come home?”<br />
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“Just as soon as you sign some papers, and bring your car around,”
he said cheerfully. But I could tell from his tone that he had more
to say. Or ask.</div>
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Enjoy!</div>
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Poohbear</div>
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Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-14492516558195737332013-02-04T11:06:00.001-08:002013-02-04T11:07:32.128-08:00What Are Gangs Really?Here is a short essay I wrote on current gangs. In school we had been studying <u>The Outsiders</u> by Hinton S.E, and this was a final prodject that I did on it.<br />
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What are Gangs Really? <br />
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Many people believe that gangs are just a bunch of immature teens, looking for trouble. Many also believe gangs only appear in novels such as The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton, and other fictional stories. Gangs are much, much more than that. They have reasons, they are real, and they may be closer than thought. <br />
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First off, ten persent of America's teens have parental stress along with anger, hurt, and other hormonal issues. If teens have any one of these problems they feel that they have to prove to the world that they are "cooler" than that. Some of the things that today's teens consider "cool" include drinking alcohol under age, getting into trouble with the police, and smoking under age, along with many others. Children and teens rob stores, mug fellow students, and vandalize school property just out of peer pressure! Gangs are not always about the trouble, and they don’t like getting put in jail. That's why they run. <br />
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Second, gangs are presented widely among novels, videos, and T.V. shows such as Bones, N.C.I.S., and The Outsiders, by S. E. Hinton. This does not mean that they are all fictional characters. There are many real world gangs, like the Latin Kings, Devil's Disciples, and Los Zetas. These gangs are known for their cruel measures, and encounters with legal forces. They kidnap, mug, or even murder many real people, not just actors, as well as robing grocery stores and other petty crimes. <br />
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In conclusion, gangs are everywhere, not just in the big cities or high schools. There are hundreds if not thousands of gangs made up of middle schoolers. Any kid can join, all they have to prove is that they are tough. These gangs may not go as far as murder, but they mug and bully younger children all the time. These small gangs may in the future be known nationwide for the same cruel acts as the current ones, but only if they are not stopped now. Gang safety is sparsely taught about around the nation, but it is underrated. Parents believe that their children are safe, that their children would never do a thing like that. How would they know better if they aren't taught differently? Understandably just telling them may not always be enough, but at least children will be warned. Poohbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279146230894087508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042008504036881791.post-47267318521388348082013-02-03T21:47:00.000-08:002013-02-03T21:47:47.036-08:00IntroductionThrough this blog I will be sharing my scattered writings, with the general public. I enjoy writing all sorts of stories, whether fantasy, or sci-fi, it doesn't matter. Most things I will be posting will either be random chapters from one of the many novels I'm writing, a short story I wrote for fun, or writing assignments that I am doing in school. Many of my posts will me scientific research papers, or current events, for as we all know, unfortunately, life is not a fairytale.<br />
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