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Old 07-19-2004, 04:14 PM
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~Team Nox~

In case some of you do not comprehend the deeper meaning of this poem ( lol), this deals with the loss of yourself by trying to fit in too much. (that's the best i can explain it.) and yes, i did have to edit this for pe2k. go me. ;p

Pick Up The Pieces

you dress really skimpy ‘cause they all do
you open up a new page like a world anew
pick up the pieces of the old you
to yourself you aren’t being true
you’re getting tattoos on hips back and knees
quit fooling around you’re a walking STD
this new chapter is bound to crash
you can’t fit in, it will not pass
you’re now shooting dope like mr jock
no more emo cutting or punk rock
but this road is leading to destruction
slipping yourself in a bikini and liposuction
cut up the pretty girl on the cover of the zine
throw it all up and skin creams
paint up your face black red and blue
you look misplaced very uncool
suddenly the preps aren’t doing drugs
you’re stuck with addiction it really bugs
our 2 minutes of semi fame is not worth a thing
your “friends” run away like lightning
you’re not even like them now you realize
you were never anything in their eyes
pick up the pieces of the real you and put them back together again
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Old 07-19-2004, 04:20 PM
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The Home Front

By: Duke for Team Flora

It’s an amazing thing, war.
It can decide the fate of hundreds, millions, or more.
Some fight thinking their side is just.
But some fight because they must.
All think that their cause is great.
The only thing running the battle is hate.
Courage may sometimes be found.
To me that seems profound.
Damage may be great on the frontlines
But the hit is hardest on the home front, on wartimes.

I remember writing the letter to Mary.
Her husband had been shot, his body found on the prairie.
It was a depressing sight, indeed
Seeing the lad, fall off his steed
Blood was soaking from the wound on his head.
From there the medics assumed that he was dead.
I told her how he died, not only that, why he died.
He died for a cause that was right, I lied.
The only cause in the battlefield,
Was to kill the man right across the field.
No cause was greater than another.
That was what I was always told by my father.
I found that out the hard way.
Seeing my men drop and die on that long fray.
We may have won the battle.
But there was a high loss of man, and cattle.
It was amazing thinking of that statistic,
Each and every man who was dead, just a number adding to it.

Some think the home front is better.
Well what if your wife had received a letter,
Saying you were dead.
Shot somewhere in the head.
It causes a pain greater than demise,
A pain that keeps on every person, dumb or wise.
It is not a physical pain, but worse
A longer kind of pain, maybe a curse.
The emotional scar of loss.
Knowing that the one you care for is dead and buried under the moss.
This is a life long scar
A scar sometimes caused by accidents, but many times caused by war.

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Old 07-21-2004, 04:15 AM
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It was the sky that was different today. No, I don't think the world was wrong, aside from the fact that Bush is still one whom I disrespect. It doesn't matter much anymore. I have a wife and two children. My boy is 13 years old, and his name is Johnny. A bright kid. I can see his future as an engineer, whom he wanted to be since he was 5. My girl is Julie. She is 15, already in highschool. I'd have to say that she is a very good girl. I have nothing but the highest respect for her, along with the fact that she wants to be a doctor someday. My wife, Sharon, she is the most gorgeous woman in the entire world. There is nothing but love there. No, I don't think I should talk about my family so much. It's not like me to talk about them to you like this. Really. But this is still my family and I love them dearly.

Well apparently I have many properties during my life. I have a cottage up north. I go there every weekend with my family for some nice rest and relaxation. It's a tradition for me since we've had since this family started. I remember having at least three other condos, but I sold them for profit. Even through all this, I still have my home. It is the dream home we've always wanted. A haven, we used to say, and this haven is perfection according to us.

It's so funny how cruel things can get. It was a mistake. That's what it was. The one more drink. Everything is wiped from reality. This is now his fantasy.

My name? I have no name. I killed him on that dreadful night. I caused the pain and suffering that his family has. The game is finally over for him...too bad his family's game just begun.

Loss? They lost to only an irresponsible man.
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Old 07-21-2004, 07:10 PM
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Heres my entry for this week! I'm from Tri-Blade.

The Tragedy (Sort of)

“Oh, No!” She cried,
With a tear in her eye.

“This just can’t be!
Why did it happen to me?”

“Never in the world did I think this would happen,
Especially not while I was nappin’”

“While I slept (this tale is tragic),
The window blew open as if by magic!”

“What happened?” Said I,
Afraid I might cry.

“What was your loss?”
“Was it your new lip gloss?”

“Oh, no!” She said,
“It would be better if I were dead!”

“Why is it so sad?”
“Did something happen that was bad?”

“Sad? Oh yes!”
“Now I like the wind even less!”

“The wind picked up my stuffed bear,
And threw him out the window, there!”

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Old 07-21-2004, 11:09 PM
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Team Nox

Lost Feelings

I've lost a lot, in my life. Yet... One of those things is not supposed to get lost...

When i was 5...
There was a WAR, around the world. I didnt understand much back then, but my parents told me not to worry. I watched TV, as people were killed, and homes were taken away. Still, my parents told me not to worry. It even seemed as though it was getting closer, and i could feel something coming, but my parents would never tell me. I guess they wanted to protect me, or maybe pretend like everything was alright. It was, for a while... Until the fire. I'm not sure where it came from, or what happened after i passed out, but that fire caused a lot of damage... I lost my home, my family, and my friends...

As i grew...
I travelled with a Pokemon, who saved me from the fire. We became great friends, and we saw many places together. But the people we met, were not nearly as nice... One village after another, rejected my friend, saying he was dangerous and would bring disaster. Im not sure why, but i know it's not true. As long as we were together, we never came across a disaster, but nobody would listen. It wasn't long after, that people began to act, and tried to hurt my friend and cause pain to us both. They began to say, that i'd have to go too, if i didnt realise what i was getting into. They caused us injuries, but we kept on going, trying to find a home for us both. But, it all left a mark on me... I lost my compassion, and caring, to others well-being...

The journey went on...
We continued our search, only to be stopped by more trouble, and pain. People tried to take my friend, saying he was "Special", but we wouldnt let each other go no matter what. They tried to get rid of me, but i wouldnt stop, not until me and my friend were safe once again. A village nearby was attacked by the thugs, and the safety of them all would rest on me. If i didnt give up my friend, the people would suffer, and die with their village. They pleaded me to give them what they wished... They didnt care about me, or my friend! They only wished to save their own lives... As i grew older, this all became clear, as i lost all emotions that i once held dear. I ran from the village, and watched it be destroyed... It serves them right, for being selfish i say...

Now i'm 15, and my life has meaning. I realise now the truth behind people... They take for granted all that they own, yet still want more with their selfish ways. They would sacrifice another to save their lives. Now i realise all of this as true, and my lifes purpose is to make them see truth. They must see what it is like to run in fear, and know the pain that many have felt before. I have other friends now... Ones who know of my pain, and relate to my suffering. It is my cause... My reason of being. Yet even so, one thing is still lost, and can never be replaced... But, as long as my friend is beside me, i might find it again someday... My good friend, Shadow... Could he really help me... To find my soul?

As long as we continue to fight, and destroy, we are forever prisoners of our ignorance and foolishness; true 'freedom' does not exist

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Old 07-23-2004, 06:23 PM
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Team Trainer


I should have tried
I should have won
I could have thought
But instead, I lost

Oh where did I go wrong?
Where did I fail?
Where did I lose?
Why couldn't I...

There she stood
Upon the broken battlefield
There I stood
Watching her fall

Thousands dead around me
One dead in front of me
If only I could have saved her
If only I could have saved them all

Why did I live?
Why did I live, when she died?

Oh God!
Give me the strength to move on!
Give me the courage to live!
Give me hope and peace and compassion.

I failed my duty.
I failed my friends.
I failed my love.
I failed myself.

And when we fail to protect the lives we love
We Die.
"We love Him because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19
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Old 07-23-2004, 10:06 PM
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This is for Team Nox. My story is dedicated to my grandmother, who died 3 days ago.....

Lifes end, but a new beginning all the same

I heard the telephone ring early this morning. It was my uncle, who lived with my grandma. He said he needed my Mom, but she wasn't there. He sounded very grave, and sad. I told him to wait for about 10 minutes and then call back.

He called back, and I gave the phone to my Mom. After an exchange of "Really?" and "Oh no...." she uhng up the phone and said, "Grandma is very sick guys. She's taken a turn for the worse."

I sat there, staring wide-eyed at my mother, feeling the sweat trickle down my cheek. Could this really be true? I thought to myself. Could it?

So I went over to my other Grandparents, forgetting about the whole thing while having fun with my cousins. At 4:30, my Mom walked in, and said, "Boys, Grandma is not well, we'll have to visit her at the hospital." So we got everything ready and quickly went over there.

I saw the big white building, wondering what fate awaits me there. I walked into the waiting room, and found my 2nd uncle and aunt. We sat down and talked ot them, and they said my Dad, uncle, great aunt, and great uncle went into the room my grandma was in. Then, all of the people that visited my Grandma came in. My great aunt looked like she was crying, and the others were straining not to. My dad walked over to a corner and started crying, and my mom walked over them and cried with him. It was the first time I've ever seen my dad cry. And then my uncle walked over to me...

He said, "She's not dead yet, but she will be soon." Inbetween that sentence he started crying, and I felt devestated. Why? Why did this have to happen to such a great person that I've known forever? I put my hands to my face, wiping away the tears. I saw my brother crying, along with many others.

Then, a nurse came and said we could visit. All of us went in, and my Mom said, "Now this will not look like grandma, okay guys?" And my brother and I both nodded. I was scared, to see what she looked like, and I was thinking just to walk out right now. A nurse guided us in, named Debby, and opened the door to her room.

My Grandma had many wires coming out of her body. She had a hose rammed down her throat helping her breath. I asked myself How could that help a person? I saw they had her eyes glued open because she was so weak. My brother started crying uncontrollably, and had to leave the room. I stood there, looking at my grandma, who was barely clinging onto life.

And then they said we all had to leave the room, so they can get her off the ventilator and let her die. I shouted inside myself NOOOOO!! And I turned around, crying, and walked out. All of the people I was with were crying. I never thought this day would come, to where my grandma died...

We were allowed back into the room and we saw her there, lying in her bed. We exchanged storys of her inside of the room. from when my dad was a little kid to now. and we were forced out of the room finally because they were going to take her to the funeral home we've planned her to go to. So I kissed her on the forehead, and said, "I will always love you Grandma..." And walked away. I was crying so badly, and we talked about her even after.

I really hated letting go of my grandma that day. I have one of her rings she used to wear, and I open it up when I want to remember the good days. The days that will not come again. But the good thing was, after we went out of the room, the nurse said, "She stilll had a heartbeat until 20 minutes before you left the room." And I suddenly felt inspiration fill into me and replacing the pain of loss. She heard me when I told her that I love her. So she knew, she knew I loved her fully and without question. And to this day it makes me happy, to just remember that.

I know that my grandma lives in a better place now. I know that her life has finished but has started again. But I would give anything just to have her back for one more day...

A true story.

"I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."
~Nathan Hale before his death in the Revolutionary War~

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Old 07-23-2004, 11:20 PM
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Team Nox

One Among Many

James never liked to get out of bed
“I’ve got to work” he always said
Put on his shirt, jacket and tie
Just before he kissed his wife goodbye

As he headed down the stairs and looked back
Just before he joined the rest of the traffic pack
He picked up the keys and got in the car.
The drive was alone and the drive was far.

Down the highway among other lives
Full of desperation and many sighs.
He reached the deck after many miles
Never once did his face wear a smile

Took the ride to the sixty-third floor
He then went and grabbed the knob of the door
When he sat down at his desk among the mess he had made
Alone in his box and alone in the shade

As he begun to work he heard a loud blast
The floor shook but he got to his feet at last
People were shouting and running in every direction
He didn’t know what happened and couldn’t make a connection

He abandoned his work and abandoned his case
As he scrambled for the stairs with others in haste
They headed down the stairs hard and fast
Hoping they would make it and hoping they'd last

Halfway down, the way was cut off
They headed back through the door with a loft
Just when they thought the way had been found
The ceiling had come crashing down…

Five thousand lives, lost in a day
We all wished there was another way
Around the world they joined us and sobbed
All because of a few men and a belief in God

Can we ever forgive, can we ever forget?
Will we remember this day with sadness and regret?
How do we live? How do we move on?
What had happened? What went wrong?

Nearly three years later, many leave it behind
And the unknown answers some still try to find
We live as one nation, we will live in our way
No one has the right to take that away

We still are one people, we still have won.
Thirst for justice and believe in your freedom.
But please remember the women and men
Who were lost on September eleven…

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Old 07-24-2004, 12:30 AM
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that's going to win. ;D
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Old 07-24-2004, 06:04 PM
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Great job NP! That is one of the bests out here!
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Old 07-25-2004, 01:04 AM
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Judging for Week #3 has been delayed until further notice. Yet what kind of judge would delay the procedings? The theme for week #4 is Guilt so you can already start submitting.

Judging will happen when I come back. Don't want to rush it.
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Old 07-25-2004, 07:24 AM
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Harry Kim
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Duty and Leadership

A Leader needs to be strong and sturdy
A Leader needs to be tough and smart
A Leader needs to be compassionate and understanding
A Leader needs to know it all

So Why did I let them defeat me?
Why couldn't I see their plan?
Why did I let my guard down?
Why did I fail them all...

I tried my best to look...
Into the looking glass.
I tried my best to plan...
For the next attack.

I failed, in all I've done.
To Lead
To Search
To Battle

If only I could try
And simply go back
And Change everything
My Mistake

I let down my team
I couldn't save them all
I regret this
Unfortunate downfall

I must learn to try harder
To Never make the same Mistake
I must learn to be smarter
To realize the trap

Oh give me courage to move on!
To fight and win this war!
I made a mistake, my team to pay...

But Never More.
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Old 07-26-2004, 03:58 AM
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My Pride
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Team: Team Trainer

It's all my fault!
My pride...

I should have just...

I could have done,

Had I but said,
"I'm Sorry"

He wouldn't have
gone out.

Had I not let my pride,
get in the way...

He might have lived...
But no.

My stupid pride...
killed my only love.

Thank you Neo!
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Old 07-27-2004, 02:40 AM
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aww that's simple yet good. :3
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Old 07-31-2004, 08:26 AM
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Unknown Friendship

Today I passed by Morgan's house on my way home from school. His house has one of the cleanest, greenest and fluffiest lawns ever; I can even take naps on them. The lunch sun beats down hard on the house and the egg yolks burn permanently on the walls. But he deserved it. Each egg had his name on it and I wish I could have thrown them at him directly. The house had to do. He had to know the message.
Oh, look, here he comes. That stupid lanky walk as he comes near me. Man I hate you. The only reason we're friends is so I can use your Playstation.
"Hey Jayce."
"Hey Morgan. What happened to your house?"
"Someone egged it last night. My parents are killing me for it."
"Do you know who did it?"
"No clue. I don't even know why someone would do this. I didn't do anything."
Oh, but you did. You did. You partnered with Sara Foster in science class instead of me. All because you like her. You know I need help in science and your smarts are the way I can pass. I had to go with Glover. Fat, lazy pig. Stupid D+ I get because of that. And know what, you're not even talking to Sara anymore. Lame. Lame-o.
"Yea, eggs harm houses a lot."
Morgan seems like he's about to cry. Baby. Take it like a near adult or lose. Why am I friends with you again? Oh, right, Playstation.
"Jayce, you didn't happen to see anyone suspicious around here?"
"Can't say, I was out last night." Ya, out egging your house. Dang, I'm so mad.
Morgan looks depressed. "My parents are making me pay for the damage. They also called the Principal at school. Now I can't go to Spring Camp for break because I'm grounded. I didn't even do anything and I'm being punished."
"Man, that's harsh." His parents are going overboard. Spring Camp is an exciting gettaway during Spring Break and most of our grade will be there. That kinda sucks.
"Not only that, but I had to leave school early because someone egged my locker this morning. I just couldn't take the risk."
Yep, that was me also. Maybe I went to far with that one. Nah, it's not like he's my real friend. But maybe I've been taking advantage of him too much. Look at him, about to fall down and weep is eyes out. It almost makes me feel bad.
"Well, hope things get better. I need to head home and work on my school junk. See ya later."
"Later Jayce."

Pounding, hurting, throbbing, thumping, bumping. My head hurts. I can't take this pressure anymore. I've been taking advantage so much. Over those years of torment to him and he didn't even figure it out, I was so good at hiding it. But no, the truth hurts. We've been together for so long and know so much about each other. Wait, does that count as friendship? No. Wait. Yes, yes it does. I do believe it does. That's not fair, why should I be his friend. No, I can't. But... Yes. Man I have such a headache and my stomach hurts. Is this a sign to change heart? Oh, I can't take this feeling in anymore. Why did I attack him? He's my friend, and he deserves to know the truth.
Morgan answers over the phone. "Hello?"
"Morgan, it's Jayce. I have something important to tell you..."

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