Charlie Gordon's I Am Poem by maryhadalittlelamb, literature
Literature
Charlie Gordon's I Am Poem
Charlie Gordon's I am Poem
I am a un-smart person wanting to be smart!
I wonder if I ever will be smart...
I hear the voices of peeple mocking me.
I see the world thru a key hole, but I want more.
I pretend... I dont pretend anything. Its lying.
I cry when I loose hope in getting smart.
I hope that I will be choosen for the operashun.
I need someone to understand me and treet me like everyone else.
I wish I was smart... wait, did I say that already?
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I am a guy named Charlie Gordon
I am a genius who has once known what it was like to be mentally disabled.
I wonder why people still exclude me from things even after
Flowers for Algernon... by maryhadalittlelamb, literature
Literature
Flowers for Algernon...
Flowers for Algernon is a science fiction novella written by Daniel Keyes. The story is about a thirty-seven year old, mentally challenged man, named Charlie Gordon, who is picked for an operation. The scientists increased his intelligence artificially, just like they had with a mouse named Algernon, but later, after Charlie's IQ had risen to over two hundred, Algernon falls unexpectedly ill and returns to his original state before the operation, then he dies. So Charlie dedicates his last few days to researching on what had gone wrong and if and when he will go through the same thing, and of course, Charlie finds that he will
Flowers for Algernon... by maryhadalittlelamb, literature
Literature
Flowers for Algernon...
Flowers for Algernon is a science fiction novella written by Daniel Keyes. The story is about a thirty-seven year old, mentally challenged man, named Charlie Gordon, who is picked for an operation. The scientists increased his intelligence artificially, just like they had with a mouse named Algernon, but later, after Charlie's IQ had risen to over two hundred, Algernon falls unexpectedly ill and returns to his original state before the operation, then he dies. So Charlie dedicates his last few days to researching on what had gone wrong and if and when he will go through the same thing, and of course, Charlie finds that he will
Charlie Gordon's I Am Poem by maryhadalittlelamb, literature
Literature
Charlie Gordon's I Am Poem
Charlie Gordon's I am Poem
I am a un-smart person wanting to be smart!
I wonder if I ever will be smart...
I hear the voices of peeple mocking me.
I see the world thru a key hole, but I want more.
I pretend... I dont pretend anything. Its lying.
I cry when I loose hope in getting smart.
I hope that I will be choosen for the operashun.
I need someone to understand me and treet me like everyone else.
I wish I was smart... wait, did I say that already?
----
I am a guy named Charlie Gordon
I am a genius who has once known what it was like to be mentally disabled.
I wonder why people still exclude me from things even after
The Crow
I hear church bells ringing, there is a funeral. As I enter the building there is a choir singing and violinists playing their music. The organ plays out its sorrowful tunes. Family and friends crowd around weeping and watching the priest giving his respects to the dead. Close relatives and friends do the same. The people in black have lost someone dear. Men in dark suits stand up beside the coffin and they carry it out the building slowly. I am curious as to where it is going. I swoop down from my ledge, unfolding my midnight wings and following
You told me you loved me
I was foolish enough to believe
You held me oh so tightly
And promised never to release
Were you crossing your fingers?
Because all I've got now is the faintest memory
Why'd you leave now?
Alone in the cold I stand
You left me with a shattered heart
Now I'm soaking up the rain
I've been waiting on a lost hope
That maybe you might showw
Whoa
People have said things
But I never listened
Now I wish I did
Love is a losing battle
And I'm all outta amo
On my knees, I beg for mercy
But no such luck
I seem to be stricken with depression
I'm stuck with troubles
I'll just drink them all away
But they wont
Entering the Underworld by diamondrubylove, literature
Literature
Entering the Underworld
I'm so sick of the state I'm in
Dig me out!
Dig me out of this hole I'm in!
Unearth the savage beast within
And let it all go
Let it all fall away...
Stuck in this trap
I can't get out
Liberate me from my doom
Oh why don't you rescue me?
Why won't you save me?
Somebody save me!
Someone rescue me!
I'm falling
falling
Now catch me!
Save me!
Rescue this tortured soul!
The angel's blessing
The devil's war cry
Why must life be all so confusing?
The Jungle's beasts claw and tear at my skin
Bleeding now
I wonder how I'll get out
How will I get out?
Stuck in this trap
I can't get out
Liberate me from my doom
Oh why don't y
May 20, 2008- Lynnsey and I were heading to a local fair. The only thing was, it wasn't just a normal fair, everything was black and dark... it was like a city such as San Fransisco. From the sewer disks on the floor of the street, stream rose up from it, clouding the ground in a thin mist. The city was quite trashed and polluted. The lights hitting the mist turned everything an ugly dark yellow color. We were looking at the different stores. There were people in it that were in rags and homeless, trying to sell everything and anything they had. While Lynnsey was looking aroun
Chap.2, sec.3: A vampire story by diamondrubylove, literature
Literature
Chap.2, sec.3: A vampire story
Chapter Two, Section 3: Alive (cont.)
When I finally remembered that I was at school, I straightened up and tried not to act like I was having an heart attack. My heart still pounded loudly in my chest but I tried to act calm on the outside. I swung my backpack over my back and locked the car, and slowly walked towards the front doors of the school. I opened the doors that felt oddly heavy and inside was a vast jungle of students walking the halls and meeting up with new friends. I wandered towards the office.
Um... excuse me? I said as I poked my head into the small room. A lady in her mid 30's looked up at me. She had