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Array ( [sid] => 64069 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => AFRAID... [time] => 2004-09-17 02:55:22 [hometext] => This poem is about a girl who gave up on everything and everyone, she just wanted to leave.... [bodytext] => Afraid of the future and scared of the past
I once knew a girl with lots of regrets.
Tomorrow would frighten her, and she'd cry all night.
Yesturday scared her, so she decided to die.

"Tomorrow i'll do it" she said to herself.
"I'll end my nightmare. But, whats after death?"
She didn't know, so she decided to wait.
"I'll wait till I know, what's after death."

She started to look, and asked her good friend.
She couldn't believe a word her friend said.
"There's heaven above, with bright golden gate.
The streets made of gold, and we'll sing night and day."

"It's perfect up there," the girl told her friend
"But tell me, who owns that beutiful place?"

"He's name is Jesus, you meet him, remember?
He died on the cross, and went up to heaven.
You left him, and thought, you can live better.
But look at you now, your not going to heaven.
You're tired, and scared, and you're giving up.
Please except Jesus, back into your life."

Tomorrow came, and yesturdays gone.
I am that girl and, i'm living with God. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Angelochek [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
AFRAID...

Contributed by Angelochek on Friday, 17th September 2004 @ 02:55:22 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Afraid of the future and scared of the past
I once knew a girl with lots of regrets.
Tomorrow would frighten her, and she'd cry all night.
Yesturday scared her, so she decided to die.

"Tomorrow i'll do it" she said to herself.
"I'll end my nightmare. But, whats after death?"
She didn't know, so she decided to wait.
"I'll wait till I know, what's after death."

She started to look, and asked her good friend.
She couldn't believe a word her friend said.
"There's heaven above, with bright golden gate.
The streets made of gold, and we'll sing night and day."

"It's perfect up there," the girl told her friend
"But tell me, who owns that beutiful place?"

"He's name is Jesus, you meet him, remember?
He died on the cross, and went up to heaven.
You left him, and thought, you can live better.
But look at you now, your not going to heaven.
You're tired, and scared, and you're giving up.
Please except Jesus, back into your life."

Tomorrow came, and yesturdays gone.
I am that girl and, i'm living with God.




Copyright © Angelochek ... [ 2004-09-17 02:55:22]
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Re: AFRAID... (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 17th September 2004 @ 03:03:02 AM AEST
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This is a very good writing, very sad.
I din't understand the last line or maybe I don't want to belive what I hear. one that u gave God your life but then it could me u did suicide after u wrote this.
I hope -n-pray this is jus writing 'cause if it was that u posted this and then checked out it would break my heart into peices.
luv, huggs, prayer, faith, hope, joy, peace,
emy


Re: AFRAID... (User Rating: 1 )
by LittleMANof04 on Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 12:25:39 PM AEST
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first off i wanted to thank you for looking at my poem. it means a lot to me that people actually criticize it. they say it's good, but i'm no english buff. this was very nice work. i didn't realize the double meaning of the last line. smoothly written.




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