School robbed me, debt loves me

As I flip through the pages of my newspaper, my first instinct is to flip past the entire front page, completely covered with articles about this war in Iraq. The page shows a mother holding a picture of her son, I glance at the subtext, to make note of the boy being one of the first causalities. I continue on, battling my way through the sales pages, trying desperately to ignore the items that would place a larger dent upon my already ever growing "Christmas holiday debt." I skim through so...

I am broken completely, the pain I feel is physical as much as it is emotional and mental. I can only continue to circle around the moments that each brought this revelation upon me. To count the number of times I relived the possible excusses as to why the man I know only as my sperm donor has not attempted to know me more. Though many attempts I have made in reverse against my own emotional battle in hoping my "dad" does not find out. For him to think I love him less would a loss only equal...

She was never to see it coming, the old friend returning to apologize shared no secrets. The sad looks from his old teacher didn't concern her. It wasn't until that old friend appeared at the classroom door in tears, to deliver the faitful message to ignite the pain. A scream that would be heard throughout the school flew from her mouth. It was her senior year, a chance to escape the labels, the stereotypes and stress of high school all seemed meaningless as news of her first love dying a mil...

(Verse 1) Yeah this is another one of those songs A tribute to someone's life after they're gone. A countless history, A recollection of their time, Told by by someone that was close to them. (Chorus) It's about the nights we used to share, Having fun when no one else was there, And the days we used to feel so free, In your arms was where I wanted to be. (Verse 2) If these stories strike a chord in you, And a tear well's up in your baby blues, It was worth the time put in it, To make reality ...

You say this is not one of your better days And run your hands though your hair. I attempt a joke to release your stress For to see you smile, satisfies me for a day You catch me glimpsing toward your direction Unaware it is you, who occupies my time, I smile sweetly; my hope is to show you I understand, I care, and desire for your touch. We both continue about our daily tasks Many a time we shall cross paths, and smile But you are to never be notified of the energy My emotions kindle upon yo...

(Verse 1) I'll never explorer, ice burgs, in the North Pole, It's simply not my calling, my destination. The bright lights of Broadway would only get in, the way, Of my finale, won't scream for, an encore. (Chorus) To feel for your touch, Longing for your hand to guide me, To be in your thoughts, Each day goes by I need to know you want me, To stand beside you, As your showing me your love is worth the risk, Your all I can't resist. (Verse 2) Safe decisions, have led, me steady On this path o...

Each day I go on I carry on with you still gone I haven't to find yet, why your the one I can't get So close by, you sleep and rise, a touch from you would be my demise I'll let my guard down for my prince without a crown Please wake me up from this day the first of many, my hopes do say Please just say my heart is not wrong and your where this girl, I, belong.

Commonly referred to as piracy, not to be mistaken for pirates of the sea, this peer-to-peer exchange of music and videos has become an ongoing struggle for artists' hard earned money. With the uproar of artists and bands (increasing by each passing minute) has brought upon many lawsuits against the most preposterous defendants ranging in age of 13 years young to the eldest of couples. All required by law to then pay back these multi-millionaire artists full of compensation for downloading t...

Six years ago I can remember staying up until the early hours of the morning, eyes blood shot and strained. The sleep deprivation was always worth the ruckus I had caused in several internet chat houses. On a successful night I could create hundreds of enemies and meet 25 people. I could learn of their ages, their gender, and where they live, commonly know as A/S/L (age/sex/location). The conversations were usually short involving an exchange of basic facts about ourselves and then boredom w...