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in brit lit we had to do a chaucer immitation. we got to pick a character to describe (ike in canterbury tales)... i decided to write about "the old philosopher" here goes.

when the bright sun shone upon each day

the hobbled old man would make his way

the full length of Oak and then he would turn

Begin traversing the traffic with little concern

At last his long journey would end him here

A tunble-down cafe, brimming with cheer

He made not a pause, but went straight to his work

Carrying a valise that contained a pen and a book

And everyday he would bring yet another old

Friend from its' shelf bound with leather, trimmed gold

Many famous a-men have traveled in his case

Nietzche, Sartre, and Emerson men of wisdom and worded grace

His ragged old coat matched his withered expression

And his ashy grey face was lined deep with depression

A most learned man, quite a scholar, you see

Educated in Latin, French, and Philosophy

The mouth of a sailor, the poise of a dauphin

When angered he cried, "Je m'en fiche, ça ne fait rien"

He never wanted to be bother just kept to his own

For his eyes held a secret hidden deep and unknown.

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"Luna"

Hello, my name is Luna,

I live three floors above you.

And you live one above Bree.

Yes, he and I were the grandest of pals.

Every night he cried himself to sleep,

Over every little injury he ever suffered.

He got smacked upside the head,

Laid bloody in his bed.

And when they asked him what had happened,

He replied with a lie.

Like, I fell down the stairs,

Or I walked into the door.

Never I was raped on my bedroom floor.

I know you heard it,

Still did nothing.

I did too,

But, hey, I'm only tweleve-years-old...

Hello, my name is Luna,

I live three floors above you.

And you live one above Bree.

***

"Bad Habit"

You've become an addiction,

That I can't face.

You've become a bad habit.

Let's see how fast I can break you.

I can feel your eyes burning into me.

Scarring me all the time.

Help me to breathe.

Help me to leave.

You've become a shadow,

one I try to chase.

You've become old history,

one I can't erase.

I can feel your eyes burning into me.

Scarring me all the time.

Help me to breathe.

Help me to leave.

I'm needing some hope,

to get me out of this place.

So watch me go.

I'll say it right to your face.

I can feel your eyes burning into me.

Scarring me all the time.

Help me to breathe.

Help me to leave.

***

There's my contribution. :P

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Originally posted by benmoody0220:

"Luna"

Hello, my name is Luna,

I live three floors above you.

And you live one above Bree.

Yes, he and I were the grandest of pals.

Every night he cried himself to sleep,

Over every little injury he ever suffered.

He got smacked upside the head,

Laid bloody in his bed.

And when they asked him what had happened,

He replied with a lie.

Like, I fell down the stairs,

Or I walked into the door.

Never I was raped on my bedroom floor.

I know you heard it,

Still did nothing.

I did too,

But, hey, I'm only tweleve-years-old...

Hello, my name is Luna,

I live three floors above you.

And you live one above Bree.

Dude, ever heard Luka by Suzanne Vega??? Eeker

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Originally posted by andreseng:

quote:
Originally posted by benmoody0220:

"Luna"

Hello, my name is Luna,

I live three floors above you.

And you live one above Bree.

Yes, he and I were the grandest of pals.

Every night he cried himself to sleep,

Over every little injury he ever suffered.

He got smacked upside the head,

Laid bloody in his bed.

And when they asked him what had happened,

He replied with a lie.

Like, I fell down the stairs,

Or I walked into the door.

Never I was raped on my bedroom floor.

I know you heard it,

Still did nothing.

I did too,

But, hey, I'm only tweleve-years-old...

Hello, my name is Luna,

I live three floors above you.

And you live one above Bree.

Dude, ever heard Luka by Suzanne Vega??? Eeker

No. o.o I'm listening to it now, though.

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"Luka"

My name is Luka

I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes I think you've seen me before

If you hear something late at night

Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was

Just don't ask me what it was

Just don't ask me what it was

I think it's because I'm clumsy

I try not to talk too loud

Maybe it's because I'm crazy

I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry

And after that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore

You just don't argue anymore

You just don't argue anymore

Yes I think I'm okay

I walked into the door again

Well, if you ask that's what I'll say

And it's not your business anyway

I guess I'd like to be alone

With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just don't ask me how I am [X3]

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