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i looked on Google for the zip code of San Antonio, Texas. my result was a whole bunch of zip codes similar to "78201" but they all where just one number different. which one should i use when writing to a soldier?

thanks

I know I already asked this, but i was told that i needed to fix it some, and then ask again.

so here i am.

tell me what you think.

SURRENDER

My parents didn't care

Their anger did flare

At every small mistake that I made

They left me in a corner

They shut me out

They said that I was lame

I couldn't do a thing right

In their eyes

I tried. I really did

The stress was too big

Carrying for a boy three years my age

He was like a babe

So innocent and loud

Mom didn't like the sound

Of his crying

I was frightened that she'd get mad at me

So I stuffed some cloth in his mouth

And shut him in the fridge

I was only seven

I didn't know better

Finnigan tried

He often lied

To me - to himself

I was the Angel, he was the Devil

I was the perfect one

My parent's angel son

He was the firebug

The flames to him where a drug

When I was a teen

Mom made an island of me

Each and everyday

She took the pleasure of girlfriends away

The one girl I knew

Looked at me like an idiot

She pretended to be my friend

She used me

Like the whole world did

Finally I went insane

Pain,

Fear drove me wild

They made me shoot my dog

I was sinking in a black smoky bog

Darkness surrounded me

My dad was going to whip me

The only thing I saw was an axe

I didn't know what I was doing

I buried them far off

I wasn't sorry

They had killed me

We were all dead

I didn't know what to do

I hadn't even fled

I was twenty years old

My soul had been sold

Out of all those days

Of pain and flays

Of the twenty years

Only three weeks had I actually been alive

I had no need to strive

My body showed stress

My skin was like paper

My hair thin and pale

My mouth tasted stale

My body had no strength

So I Surrendered

I lived all of twenty years

i know it's sorta long, but tell me what you think.

OK. when it says "i was sinking in a black smoky bog" should i say "bog" or "fog"?

and should i say "i surrendered to death" or just "So I surrendered"?

thanks for your help!

I'm not sure what to call it - but it's about a friend of mine

Laughter was the song he sang

Happiness was the joy he brang

Sorrow and tears

wasted years

Something saught

Another thing taught

One flaw

they saw

Happy tears

Unneeded fears

Laughing and Sighing

Living and Dying

Standing and Falling

Erasing and Drawing

Insecurity

Immaturity

Moving toward

Only forward

Last Night

In Sight

what do you think?

The worst Days

have all my friends turned away from me?

The worst days are when your friends leave a

empty space inside.

The worst days are when your brother dies

the worst days are when your sister turns acoholic

The worst days are when your brother hurts you

The worst days are when your sister loses the fight with drugs

The worst days are when your brother doesn't get it

The worst days are when you're friendless

i wrote this when i was having a really bad day and I was upset w/ one of my friends.

what do you think?

From Different Sides

When you face him you think he's sharp as a knife

You think he's constantly looking for strife

You see him argue with the people in his life

WHen you face him you think that he's impossible

You think making him be quiet is impossible

You think his lying ability is too incredible

WHen you face him you you think 'loud'

YOu think he attracts too much of a crowd

YOu think what a show off lout

When you stand behind him, you see the shield he holds

You see the bitter wind he is battling; the cold

You see the sharp words thrown at him; bold

WHen you stand behind him, you see the blame he takes

YOu see how he shrugs it off, his head he just shakes

You see how he wants to run and hide before he breaks

WHen you stand behind him, You see a young oak tree

You see the scars of life - they are plain to see

You see the sorrowed look - the silent plea

i really like the song and the movie. what do you think of

both?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYGFuWIrydQ&feature...

it's been STUCK in my head for more then a day!!

any other songs you might suggest to get it out of my head?

what do you think about him? do you like him? why? why not?

im doing an essay on him, and was wondering what ya'll thought about him.

i have two poems that i want to submit to see if they'll publish in online somewhere. what is the best place to do this at?

if a kid is stuck w/ child trafficing and is sexually abused will aids or stds show up right away or start to show up in the kids life later on?

I sat on my bed, tossing a ball up and down. Up and down. When my parents' voices grew loud I would throw the ball against the wall instead of in the air. After an hour of them arguing I pretty much lost it. I threw the ball with everything I had and reached for the knife. I stood and for an instant I started into the mirror; it reflecting my white face and shaky hand. Then with the anger driving my throw I threw the knife into the center of the mirror. For a minute everything was the same and then within a split second cracks bloomed all across the mirror. They shot from the middle of the mirror out rippling like lightening across the sky. A great crackling sound burst into the air as if I had just turned the volume up on the sound. Small pieces at first, and then bigger ones began to fall from the mirror faster. They seemed to pour onto the desk and bounce off and onto the floor. They skittered out across the desk and floor. Clinking and cracking filled the air as the glass fell from the mirror. As the last few pieces fell and clinked silence seeped up into the room, as if from the floor, like flood waters. I stared at the glass on the desk and slowly shifted my fingers over the glass. A strong bitter feeling swelled in my stomach. With blind eyes I stared back up into what was left of the mirror.

i am writing a story and i need to know so that this can be accurate as possible. PLEASE ANSWER, i want this to be right. thanks!

The first one "WHY ARE THEY HAPPY?" is about a girl in a school whom no one likes. and the second is about me meeting w/ my sister and her boyfriend(beau) at the airport. she looks a lot like me which is why i said i was looking in a mirror.

Why are they happy?

I stand alone in a hall

My back is flat against the wall

I watch the kids walk past me

And when they glance my way – what do they see?

I sit at a table alone

My heart is cold as stone

If it's even there

All I do is just stare

I see the girls laughing with their friends

When I walk up their laughter ends

Who am I?

I wish I could die

I close my eyes

But I keep listening to the lies

And I still wonder - what makes them happy?

And why do I feel so crappy?

They laugh and cry together

Their skin is soft as feathers

I tried to dress like them

But i just feel the same

I tried makeup and sex

I tried to jes'

None of it resurrected joy

I feel like a used and broken toy

So what makes them so joyful?

Is it something inside their soul?

Can they save my life?

From all this empty strife?

In the airport

I stand on my tiptoes and look around

I try to block out all the extra sound

As I tried to hear one familiar voice

Through all the noise

A jet flies overhead

“What?” I said

As I still peered about

“Look there!” you shout

They're both standing there

They both share

The same purposeful look

As if neither could be shook

From find us in the crowd

That's loud, loud, loud

You keep on getting bumped

I jumped

Suddenly we're together

Maybe not forever

But we're here

And I'm looking in a mirror

comments, questions, snyde remarks? be honest, tell me what you think. thanks

they're called SHADOWS and LIFE

Shadows

Shadows seem to creep and crawl

Behind me

They fall

Shadows rise

Higher and higher

They fill the skies

Shadows race over the rivers

Past tress

Fill the night with shivers

Shadows fill the empty spaces

Shadows are where they aren't

They are in many places

Shadows dance with the wind

They dance to a beat

Fast enough to blind

Shadows are dark and deep

Are the place for lost hearts

For places with questions seep

Life

Life seems to flow from children

that are young and excited -

free

This life is a delicate flower

untouched by the diseases of this world

Only the sweet breeze of innocence

Surrounds the beautiful flower

As life grows older

To the stage of the teen world

Style and Relationships

Spot the stem

And ruin the petals

The stem no longer innocent

The mind is exposed to

the diseases of the world

And where is the pure breeze of freedom?

As the flower of life fades

The spots fade, and the stem turns

from green to brown

The petals wrinkle and shrink

They grow loose and fall

And both the diseases of the

world and the wild breeze of freedom

fade

and disappear

comments, questions, snyde remarks??? thanks!

War

Burning Distressing

Hurting Pricking Stinging

Affliction Torment Calmness Rest

Loving Hushing Lulling

Contenting Quieting

Peace

The Sea

I stand above the Sea

I watch the clouds race past me

In the sky I see

Mystery lays in wait

in the crashing waves below

It just goes to show

What we do not know

About the sea below me

Dare I stop to see?

Women

Women are like roses

When ignored

She closes

And dies

The bud is young and tight

Soon and ready to take flight

To become a young blossom

All too soon

Her petals will stretch out in full bloom

Her cheeks are the color of petals

Rosy Reds or Sunny Yellows

Her soul is strong and sturdy

Through way too often she looks dirty

The thorns that add to her beauty

can also destroy it

As life ebbs away

Slowly, on that last day

Every petal dries and fades

They drop from the rose and into

The below grass blades

And the stem of the rose

Is the memory

Of the women that once was

tell me what you think. what do i need to fix etc.

Heroes

What, exactly is a hero? Is a hero someone who does brave things? Is a hero someone who stands up for what they believe? Is a hero someone who sacrifices his life for someone he doesn't know? Is a hero a super-human who can do anything? Is a hero someone who travels to a world unknown to share Christ?

When someone says “hero” the first things that come to mind are Soldiers, Coast Guard, Fireman, and sometimes Missionaries. Everyone in the categories above risk their lives for someone else in some way. Soldiers see their friends and kids die. Coast Guards get sent out to some icy sea in middle of the night and choose who to save and who to leave behind. Fireman have to deal with seeing their friend run into a burning building knowing that they may not come out again. Missionaries go to places that no one seems to live near to people who are very likely to kill you the minutes you set foot in the area. And in what, at times, seems like a hopeless cause, they strive.

But how is it that when someone says “heroes” we never think of the nineteen year old boy who married his girl friend cause he got her pregnant. We never think of the fifteen year old girl who chooses to keep her baby instead of aborting the tiny life. We never think the twelve year old boy who recently got diagnosed with cancer and decides to fight with everything he has. We never think of the young girl who juggles mother hood with work and school. We never think of the single mother or father. We never think of the teen who stands up for something they believe in – or for someone they hate. We never think of the kid who conquered his fear of heights and climbed to the top of the climbing wall. . .

What happened to these heroes?

The boy who married his girlfriend takes on the weight of supporting a young wife with a child due. He suddenly is a man. He's a hero for facing his wrong and taking the consequences for it in stride. The girl who doesn't abort her baby, but either gives it to another good home or keeps the baby, and raises it? She is a hero for taking a stand for another life. The boy who has cancer – and so in the last month of life that he has, he goes to Africa and hangs out with the kids there. Or maybe he goes to the nursing home and talks with the men and women there. How about the girl who's parents are drunks so she juggles homework with mother hood and maybe a job? What about the man who's wife died – or vise-versa and is left to raise several children on their own? What about the teen who stood up in class and defended someone even though they were scared enough to wet their pants? What about the kid who was so happy because he did something as simple as climb to the top of the climbing wall, or skied down from the top of the mountain? Why do we never think of these everyday heroes? They are there, just as much as soldiers or missionaries are - but how come they are taken for granted?

what do you think? do you agree w/ me?

my brother asked what this song meant. i wasn't able to give him a very clear answer. can you help w/ this?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfxqW9QwOSI

here's the lyrics:

"Remember When It Rained"

Wash away the thoughts inside

That keep my mind away from you.

No more love and no more pride

And thoughts are all I have to do.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.

Felt the ground and looked up high

And called your name.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.

In the darkness I remain.

Tears of hope run down my skin.

Tears for you that will not dry.

They magnify the one within

And let the outside slowly die.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.

I felt the ground and looked up high

And called your name.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.

In the water I remain

Running down

Running down

Running down

Running down

Running down

Running down

Running down

thankyou SO much!!

no matter WHAT i do i CANNOT think of a last name for these characters:

Adacus

Beau

Haiden

Adacus is their guardian. Beau is 15, Haiden 13. I thought of Wielend, but I'm not sure.

what other last names do you think fit these character names?

i am writing a character sketch? who should i do it on?

my friend, Keith Zelenka (not his real name), Beau, Alex Rider, Haiden, Adacus or one of my sisters?

thankyou!

i took this test:

http://www.oneishy.com/personality/personality_tes...

and that's what my results are.

what do each of the characters mean? which one are you?

thanks!

if someone where to throw a knife into a mirror would it completely shatter or look like this:?

http://www.solarshade.com.au/images/img_safety2.jp...

thanks! ( i am drawing the cover to a book and i need to know which way it would shatter)