Member: kennedy1

omg, u live in texas, wow!!! Also same here i want to be an investigator as well! I want to be your friend cause i want to get to know u so what do u say???

posted by jenkevin at 11:00 am (EST) on Dec 2, 2010

hay ken1 twilight out how do you fell.
im 1 of wlove friends, hay

posted by gleek at 10:17 pm (EST) on Mar 21, 2009

hey josaphine. i see u changed ur pic again. do u have an email?

posted by wickedlovely at 1:39 pm (EST) on Feb 18, 2009

Princess Dead
Princesses who walk down the hall
And look as if they can never fall
Are they one you hear in the stall?
Tearful,
Fearful,

Why do they seem happy most all of the time?
Is it because here they can escape?
All the things that make them want to cry?
Horrors that just make them want to die.

Now you all stare at an empty desk and ask
How could she do it?
She had it so perfect.
But all you ever saw was the mask.
Maybe there was someone who knew
But there was one thing they didnt have.
They didnt have the courage to ask.
-Amy Pettera- -2008-

posted by kennedy1 at 10:48 am (EST) on Oct 2, 2008

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I look at you now
You're right next to me
Yet so many miles away.

I know it's your face,
That's in front of mine,
But I couldn't recognize you
Not even to save my own life.

I'm sorry if I stare
Because I don't know those eyes
That are giving me such a glare.

Ever slowly back away
Backing up through every day.
Still i can not find a thing,
That could have led to you today.

Ever slowly stepping back.
Reach the door and run away,
Your games i will no longer play,
Everything will end today.
-Amy Pettera- -2008-

posted by kennedy1 at 10:42 am (EST) on Oct 2, 2008

Passion

Love
is the
passionate
dance between
two hearts

it is to believe
in the dream
and together
make it
real
- Sylvana Rossetti-

posted by kennedy1 at 10:36 am (EST) on Oct 2, 2008

-THE RAVEN-
Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreadry, while i pondered, weak and weary,
OPver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotton lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door;
Only this and nothing more."
Ah distinctly i remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly i wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow,
From my books a surcease of surrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain,
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now,to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber
This is it, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I,"or madam, truly your forgivness I implore;
But the fact is, i was napping, and so gently tapping at my chamber door,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure i heard you" Here i opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long i stood wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whisper word
"Lenore?"
This i whispered, and an echo murmured back
"Lenore!"
merely this and nothing more.

i will finish this poem later gotta head to class
bye yas!!!!!!!!! :} love yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!

posted by kennedy1 at 11:13 am (EST) on Sep 30, 2008

All nature seems at work.--Slugs leave their lair-- The bees are stiring-- The birds are on the wing-- And winter slumbering in the open air. Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring. And i the wile, the sole unbusy thing.
Nor honey make , nor pair,nor build,nor sing.

Yet well i ken the banks where amaranths blow.
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom,O ye amaranths bloom for who ye may.
For me ye bloom not! Glide rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow,I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.

by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge-
-composed february 21st, 1825-

posted by kennedy1 at 10:50 am (EST) on Sep 30, 2008

hi everyone who comes here just to let you know i am officialy living in Tenneesse. yay. i am having a whole lot of fun at my new school herritage middle. girls there are a whole lot of cute southern boys here. so come on down to meet them all. well to all my friends i miss you and think of you all the time. well have fun were your at but dont have to much fun without me. seeya.

- Josaphine Lucas-

posted by kennedy1 at 10:36 am (EST) on Sep 30, 2008