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 bookdrivegirl Attention Due to a lack of response in the past few weeks the Young Adult Book Drive 4 Rural Libraries will be closing on June 10th. I would like to thank everyone who helped out either by making donations, giving me advice on the website or on where to find books. If you would like to make a final donation it would be very much appreciated. We've managed to collect around 280 books and help five libraries. I am still in possession of some of the donations and will be making the final delivery after the book drive closes. Thank you so much for everything!Take CareJenYA Book DriveAmazon Wish List What happens next? |
| Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 |
| 9:37 am |
| bookdrivegirl Do you have used young adult books on your shelves you aren’t reading? Please consider making a donation to the YA Book Drive for Rural Libraries. I work at a library in the New York Southern Tier and have started a book drive to provide the libraries in the surrounding communities with books for their young adult collection. When libraries have tight budgets it is the teens that are left out. Please take a moment to check out the book drive’s website and browse our Amazon Wish List where you can purchase books for the YA Book Drive. Questions, comments or suggestion? Just email me at bookdrivegirl@yahoo.com or leave a comment below.Thank you,Jenhttp://bookdrivegirl.tripod.com/index.html What happens next? |
| Saturday, February 25th, 2006 |
| 12:24 am |
 hermione_zabini A must-read for romance lovers:Every Breath She takes by Suzanna Forster. It's about a stalking stalker. the good serial killer so to speak who takes crime into her own hands, punishing womanizers with a taste of their own medicine. The only sign everyone has of who could possibly be comitting these "crimes" is the snapdragons "she" leaves behind. But, does anyone even want them to be caught?Has slight smut but doesn't go into detail much. Very suspenseful and thrilling. Keeps your attention all the way through to the end and I would know because I can't get a book to hold me longer than thirty seconds :( What happens next? |
| Friday, January 28th, 2005 |
| 1:21 pm |
 ebbing_sanity awesome book - you should all definately read...although, if you're squeamish about lesbian sex, you may not want to, cause parts of it contain that...anyways! The Annunciate by Severna Park. amazing book. Sci-Fi. yay. :PAyla-Moniccurrent mood:  contemplative What happens next? |
| Sunday, January 2nd, 2005 |
| 9:52 pm |
 calvin_the_bold here is some poems i wrote, sorry its been such a long time... i've been busy...What can I doWhat can I doI am dyingFastLike a fast ballI die slowly at firstThen it turns to a raceSCREAMING out your nameGodSave from this deathLord of MercySave meFrom myself tonightFor it is youThat makes me move on------------------When I close my eyes I see only youYour beautiful faceWhen I open my eyesI long to see youBut you are not thereSo I close my eyesBasking in your presenceLonging to hold youI open one eye to seeIf you are thereBut you aren’tSo I close my eyes againSmilingForever----------------------RedThe color of my emotionRed is meI am the redFear meI am your bloodHow the red taunts me thoughRed is the passion and fury I feelBut the red is also the hateContradicting itselfI envy the redI want to be red for youWill you be red for me?------------------------ThinkingAlone in this sorrowWaitingAlways waitingIn my sorrowWaitingThinkingOf you---------------------The quiet calls my nameThe empty is lonelyWithout meSo I go to the seclusionAnd wait and die---------------------Torn between two half lovesI standReady to decideOne and anotherWhich one?Can I choose?How is this possible?But there is a third optionMy lifeIf I cannot chooseI don’t deserve to chooseEver again What happens next? |
| Monday, December 13th, 2004 |
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| Sunday, October 3rd, 2004 |
| 8:15 pm - Cycles |
| calvin_the_bold heres a story i wrote about 1 month ago....Death. I see only death. I see death in everything. I look at myself, and see myself dead. I see myself in a bloody pile, mangled beyond recognition. I see myself as a useless shell.“Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep.” I thought, “The cycle never stops, it only stops when I do.” I was awake at the moment. “What is the date today?” Looking at the clock that moves forever, I noticed that this morrow was the 12th. I stumbled to my closet, picking out clothes that would suit the outsider’s taste. I traveled to the door, the entrance to the outside world. How I hated the evil door. It beckoned me to it though; I hoped one day that the outside world would change, but I already knew the answer. I stepped outside, brilliant white light shone upon my face. I walked aimlessly.“Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep.” I thought, “The cycle never stops, it only stops when I do.” I was awake at the moment. “What is the date today?” Looking at the clock that moves forever, I noticed that this morrow was the 13th. I stumbled to my closet, picking out clothes that would suit the outsider’s taste. I traveled to the door, the entrance to the outside world. How I hated the evil door. It beckoned me to it though; I hoped one day that the outside world would change, but I already knew the answer. I stepped outside, brilliant white light shone upon my face. I walked aimlessly.“Is that him?” an outsider child asked.“Yes it is” replied the elder.I scurried off faster.“Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep.” I thought, “The cycle never stops, it only stops when I do.” I was awake at the moment. “What is the date today?” Looking at the clock that moves forever, I noticed that today was the 14th. I picked out clothes that would suit the outsiders. I slowly dragged to the door, the unfailing evil door; I stepped outside, brilliant white light shone upon my face.“Is that him?” asked an outsider child.“Yes it is.” An elder replied. I scurried off faster. I saw the child, but no longer a child, I saw the child tomorrow. I saw the elder, in his coffin, like an old trinket put away on a shelf.“Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep.” I thought, “The cycle never stops, it only stops when I do.” I was awake at the moment. I noticed the clock; it said today was the 15th. I chose cloths that would suit the outsiders. I went to the door, the evil door. I stepped out, and brilliant white light shone upon my face. I passed the boy and the trinket. I scurried off.I gave the machine my finger.“Access granted.” The inhuman woman said.I paced myself, I was to neither walk nor run. I somehow managed to arrive at my orb.“Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep.” I thought, “The cycle never stops, it only stops when I do.” I was awake at the moment. I noticed today was the 16th. I suited the outsiders taste. I dragged to the door, the evil door. Brilliant white light shone upon my face. I passed the child and the trinket. I gave my finger to the inhuman woman. I managed to arrive at the orb. I grasped the orb, holding the power of the gods in my hand.“I see only death in this world.” I cried.“What else can you see?”“Invasion, death; invasion of the north, they will attack from the north.”I cried to nobody, nobody cared what I suffered from, nobody cared that I was dying.“Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep.” I thought, “The cycle never dies, it only dies when I do.” I looked at the clock but today was oblivious. I looked at the clock and saw nothing. I didn’t go to the closet to suit the outsiders. I went to the door, the escape. Brilliant white light shone onto my face. I saw the outsider child and elder.“Is that him?” the outsider child asked.“Yes, it is me.” I replied. The child was astonished, for he had never heard me speak before.“I envy you.” The child said.“Why?” I asked, knowing my fate.“You can see the future.”“Yes I can.” I smiled briefly.“What is my future?” I smiled, I laughed, I cried. I took out the gleaming gun that was in my pocket and said,“It’s whatever you want it to be.” I placed the oh so beautiful barrel against my head, and stopped the cycle. 3 Make your own endings| What happens next? |
| Wednesday, September 15th, 2004 |
| 4:13 pm |
| calvin_the_bold here's another poem I just wrote,As I lay bleedingI remember the timeThe time in which I lovedThe time when I would lieThe time when I was the most happyThe time when I criedI lay here bleedingThinking of the pastAnd how those were fake timesTimes that I never knewTimes I rememberBut wish I didn'tThose were the timesNow I am laying hereBleeding for the lost love What happens next? |
| Tuesday, September 14th, 2004 |
| 6:10 pm |
| calvin_the_bold heres one...Take me away,Far into the next realmThis world has nothing,But I know your world has everythingI'm afraid thoughWill they miss me here?Will they cry?Or will they celebrateWhat will happen if I go to your realm?Will my world be missing something?Will your world have an added joy?What happens to this shadow?Will it be incomplete?I am ready to leaveI look one last time over my shoulder,And I see herI see her and begin to cryWhat will she become?Will she love me?I know she mustShe is thereAs I am beckoned,My mind races in fury,Do I stay with her?Or go into perfection?My heart fills with passionWhat will I become without her?I drop the knifeI sit cryingCrying over the vision,Of her and me, togetherShe walks away,I call out to her,There is no reply,I pick up the knife,And the new world welcomes me 3 Make your own endings| What happens next? |
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| calvin_the_bold i just joined I'm one of moototheshell's friends, and i likde to read/write, so yeah.... maybe one day I'll post a poem story thing, i have 2 on my LJ, so if you want to see go there.A good book to read is "Catch-22" by Joseph Heller, a funny/satarical book about WWII 4 Make your own endings| What happens next? |
| Wednesday, September 8th, 2004 |
| 9:13 am |
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| Tuesday, September 7th, 2004 |
| 6:46 pm - WELCOME |
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