Lies

Truth is lost
Lies are found
People are left in the dark
Thats the way
Things will remain
Until theres another broken
Heart

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Song Lyrics

LUCKY- Britney Spears

This is a story about a girl named Lucky

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for make up, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for, they go

"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?

Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops? They go

"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?

{"Best actress, and the winner is Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the
Arena waiting for Lucky!"
"Oh, my God, here she comes"}

"Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?"

She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there is nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?

She's so lucky
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?


Plot: lucky is well known, rich, wins an award, everyone loves her and yet she still crys in the night.
Character: Lucky and Roger
Conflict: Lucky has the world but still isn't happy
Theme: money and marterialism isn't happiness
Setting: Some city, an awards show, lucky's house



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SIXERS

10. what do you think your doing?
9. why are you such a downer?
8. hey you...pass me the salt
7. basically all people drive me crazy
6. ding dong, the witch is dead
5. ohh bro thats sick man, tiiggghhhttt
4. hit me baby one more time
3. guess what? what...thats what! hahhaha
2. eerrrybody in the club gettin tipsy
1. oh cheers to the freakin weekend.

50 word story

Once upon a time there was a girl named Billy Jean. Billy Jean went to a bar one night and got super drunk and hooked up with a bunch of guys. One was Micheal Jackson. Then she had a kid, but Micheal claims that the kid, is not his son.

The impulse

two people are driving in the car on the way home during lunch

me: i have a left over cafe rio burrito. im gonna eat that
abby: can i have a corn dog?
me: sure thing

two people pull up to the drive way and walk inside

me: buuuurrrriiitttoooo!!! (opens fridge)
me: where the F is my burrito.
abby: uhhh can i go get a corn dog?
me: yeah go get one, i'm gonna call my mom

i dial the phone and it rings

mom: what do you want?
me: where is my burrito??
mom: oh ya, your brother ate it last night.
me: you have got to be kidding me you can not just go around eating peoples burritos
mom: uhh sorry. make pizza

abby walks upstairs

me: were  making pizza

You think your poetry is bad...

My dog is as mut
Unfortunate people live in huts
I like to stay put
But only when I'm on foot
My poetry is in a rut
And sometimes life sucks

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SHAKE THE DUST

This is for the homeless. For the Atheists and Scientologists. This is for the girls with eating disorders and the boys using body enhancers...Shake the dust. This is for the jealous bitches. For the fat people who are to lazy to walk even if they can so they use wheelchairs. For the children with cancer, and their parents. Shake the dust.This is for the girls whop don't love their fathers. For the single mothers. And for the orphaned children. Shake the dust. This is for the follers, the believers and beliebers. For all the people who are afraid to show who they really are. Shake the dust. This is for the people who are so caught up in everything materisalistic they will never know happiness. For the washed up musicians. For the people who were told they werent good enough. Shake the dust. This is for the third world countries, the gays, the prisoners.  For the pressured children, the mcdonalds workers, the drop outs. Shake the dust. When life comes along to bring you down, brush it off, shake it. This is for you...Shake the dust.