The Puzzle Of Life Poem

From the highest to the lowest I got the B-locker! YAYAYAYAY (which means a good locker for the slow ppl among us) For 4 years I had a D-locker! FInally, a B! I had waited a hour before I got a locker, but in the end, I got a great locker More than a week without a locker isn’t what I call funny, you know.

We are going to be saved, but in order to be saved you have to die this time. nehh Even daddy is sleeping who was watching some television Well, I’ll figure out something I guessor I can just ‘dream’ ok here title (yay that’s the name of thetitle) Beautiful! beautiful poem *B*! *cheers coming from behind* first class: nothing (me: sleepingdahhhh) 2nd: Physic (btw what the hell is K-W-T) uhu, 2nd + 3th no lesson, uhu, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have to do anything Yesterday I went home at 4. These questions, how hard I try, I can’t find the answers. No more hearing the boring voices of teacher which are trying to teach you something. .

Where you can’t stop, no more side roads this time, no more shelters to hide. I can’t ever feel the ground where I fall. It is a speaker box for del sol joy to read these aloud. Most of the poems are of a serious nature, concerning the human state and human understanding. I wonder how it’s possible. But honestly, some ppl are so low and pathetic. When people say, that their heart is broken, I couldn’t understand Though now, I wish I had never questioned it Because now I have had enough of it And I’m sure, more will come And when that time comes, I keep thinking Even when you think that you haven’t done anything wrong The pain keeps continues and the desire grows As you try to stop them, tears are welling up Still thinking, What did I do wrong. until suddenly a picture appeared.

If you don’t go it will come to you. Faith doesn’t have a time, the time you want and need.
"Margaret Smith • "After coming home from a long, exhausting day of work, (wanting nothing more than an immediate nap!), as I dropped my keys on the kitchen table, my eyes fell on my as-yet-unopened copy of Emily Romano's united state of whatever lyric "The Music Of Words". yeah that was a bit stupid. They often just need some help overcoming inner demons and behavior patterns that aren’t really working for them. I locked the front door and closed the door of the loungery.
*trommelss* things started to look up, coz guess what We have A-lockers, B-lockers, C-lockers and D-lockers. Sure, we went there a couple of times, but we can’t seem to remember where it was.
It seems like everything and everyone is growing, Seems like one dream has come true. Bulk orders include 6 copies of the chapbook above, shipping is free, and for US orders only.
uhm WTH I just forgot what I wanted to type damnit then I’m leaving now Everything happens for a reason. I don’t know how long I can handle it. Well everything seems to be quite calm and went smoothly But then it comes I forgot about everything When I was finished showering, dressing suchlike it was like 3:30pm and guess what. . Things I really can’t imagine, things I just couldn’t foresee. and over 6-7 hours I have to ‘wake up’ for school ¬¬ * FANTASTIC +_+ * Hmmmmwhat can I do now Maybe watch some anime.

Even when I sleep, the thinking continues in a dream. The spirit of man’s celebration of life (Cavern Song among others) and finally the culmination of man’s spirit in harmonious coexistence with nature (Dame Winter’s Ghost, Portraiture: Rockaway River, The Silver Cord) remain with me as I go through my day’s mundane events; recalling Romano’s words, my life is enriched with meaning, reminding me of the unity and spiritual growth in every action, every word spoken, and at every turn in my daily life. Shadow Poetry's Online Poetry Bookstore Chapbooks The Music of Words by Emily Romano Home Join Subscribe Login Shopping Cart "The Music of Words" by Emily Romano Size: 5.
Questionsquestions of doubts.
The knowledge to not know why I live keeps me awake. Finally, it’s weekend2 days no school! How exhausting school can be, it really takes too much energy which I don’t use XD Sleepy in every class, and yet awake when I go and stop game got home There is nothing good at school, all just a waste of time. It’s what I want to believe. However, her work which I have enjoyed the most is the poetry that graces the pages of the MUSIC OF WORDS. Maybe it is part of a bigger plan, maybe it is hindsight, but what was once the big mistake we thought we'd regret forever becomes the lesson that taught us compassion, the cherished friendships carefully nurtured over the years holds us close when crisis strikes, and the unsuspecting detour leads us safely toward home. ’cause I thought she’ll know and she thought I’ll know it well, in the end she luckily remembered it so we went there and there and there again, but at last we found it Unbelievable, how many stupid things can happen in an hour ¬ ¬ and I don’t know what i’m typing just a stupid blog just like everything today My upperarm hurts don’t ask me why, ’cause I have no idea I hope I’ll get back to normal when I need to go to school Honestly I’m just dropping my keys everywhere unaware of it really and I can’t seem to turn it on anymore well, luckily for me, I still know a bit English . 5" paperback, 41 pages (42 poems) Shipping Costs for The Music of Words: • "From Stones Keep Their Silence. BRORINGGGG Everyone is sleeping by now (except those who love across the world, duhhh XD). So I looked everywhere and guess what I left it at the loungery ¬ ¬ well, just as I think I can go now I saw my pc I forgot to turn off my pc’s (both, the one upstairs as the one downstairs) so quickly, I went to do that then I went outside and locked everything. Who can decide what’s good or wrong. See below for chapbook mailing rates. I can’t think of any solution.
Another point of view business sellfocused learning school of looking at people.

(*Bonnie*, life, lyric, poems) There’s nothing to find. Bravo for THE MUSIC OF WORDS!"Review by Andrea Dietrich, author of Challenging the Muse, Dreaming the Unicorn, The Seasonal-Go-Round, and co-author of Friendship Garden. I’m not callng names, but honestly if I were them I rather kill myself So selfish and egoistic (yeah, I know it means the same, just let me ok?) I’m not saying I’m never selfish myself, Indeed I can be selfish but some ppl are really that pathetic anyway, I’m not letting those egoistic ppl ruin my beautiful temper! I’m just hyper and happy and uhm happy xp (*Bonnie*, Love, life, poems) I don’t know what’s happening anymore From one day every piece of the puzzle is falling into the right place Then suddenly everything falls apart again The whole fairytale has turned out to be a nightmare just like my life The confusing strikes over and proxy server web site over again I just can’t believe what has happened to the world I knew so well Seems that life always likes to surprise me Everything I want and everything I need is taken away in front of me And all that’s left is only me and my misery I Always thought that someday it would happen and I just need to be patient But it seems that I had to fight for it, for you So the confusing strikes again and I don’t know what to do anymore You always know where to hit me the hardest Without realising it you have broken my heart again and I can’t fix it So all I can do now is to thow it far away Living without love and you is better than to live with a broken heart So where the confusion has striked me hard All I have to do now is to break every bond and live in misery forever So I have to forget every memory and thought But I just can’t forget you because my every thought ends with you I even saw us standing in that particular place I even saw your look and the smile full of love, joy and happiness I was certain that our time together was coming That is why I have been patient and I waited for the right moment And now I know that it was wrong of me to do that I should have fought hard till the very end untill I knew it for sure That I have done everything I could do to live with it To know that it has ended and that I knew that I gave everything Now everything is just too late to do anything anymore It’s just too late, I’m too late It seems like I don’t live here anymore, everything has changed so much. The only thing left is to keep walking towards the end.

Romano for sharing your poetic "voice" and beautiful spirit with your readers in this uplifting collection of poems that I will "listen" to again and again.