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"Poetry is the universal language..."
-William Hazlitt

"Lead her to the Cross"
Long deep breath wise turn and stared Chilly freezing cold air of the silents Tree's hands moving side to side, shaking every single feather

The clock drop and shattered The world then started to fall backwards, speeding faster then the wind Stronger then the lighten Shocking electric

The light flashes before our eyes It was the moment But not the beginning But the starting point to the finish line

All I still wanted was candy canes, and the sweet flavor of fresh honey from the bee's hive Not the fresh cold air the drop of crystal's tears and the wave goodbye to the beautiful brighten smile of the sun

Three Feet tall, the age of five Just like the But you left me without telling me why All there's left was a painting, a painting of an image an image that was undone an image without you in my life

No more candy no more honey None of you, none of me Left behind the cross and the warming arm You were gone and left of me I was five and you left the world

** "Ode to my Blackberry" **
T-mobile company came out with you a via mobile device which called Blackberry, also the blackberry that dad brought home for me. You're my treasure a treasure that's so beautiful and valuable something so powerful and useful so convenience and so beautiful A new part of my body, a lovely music notes to my song, a magical speaker for my communication, and a convenience little computer. Blackberry always stay in my pocket we're like polish to the nail like the beats to my heart Someone I can't leave my way with What I call a friend that will always be with me A friend that would call anyone for me, make me smile. Oh dear the useful device I would be lost without you, my life saver Even though you're one of T-mobile's creation But to me, you're the only creation I just want to thank you with all my heart and thank to T-mobile for having such a wonder kid a kid like you my beautiful little phone.

= What does minus mean? =

because I never want to minus you If I can find the opposite of minus I'll add you with me forever
 * What does minus mean

Why is minus a part of math, shouldn't it be a part of trash you're something valuable and I never want to minus you **

The horizon Sun rise above the horizon today It set away behind the tree at night, you run away from me only midway and comes right back to me and start a fight.

We use to always dance the night away Now we pretend the day just drain right by, no more shining stars, no more brighten light. But just the storm and thunders from your face

I miss the beauty smiles of your face. And the warm feeling when you next to me, like the soft and warm feeling of blanket also the sweet honey feeling of yours

But where can we go to find it back now, nothing but you and I, the horizon



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= Sylvia Plath =


 * **Born:** October 27, 1932
 * **Birthplace:** Boston, Massachusetts
 * **Died:** February 11, 1963
 * **Location:** London, England
 * **Literary Genre:** Confessional[|Poetry]
 * **Spouse:** Ted Hughes married June 16, 1956

This poet is one of the poets that uses question as a way to write her poems. Most of her poetries are written in a form of question statements. Also there

are some unique rhythms that Sylvia is using with each and every single one of her poem. Not all of the poems are the same, but one way or another is

relating to each other. Also, not only that Sylvia poem are trying to bring up a story or pictures, it’s also have a deep message behind every single word

and line from the poem that she had written. Sylvia is more interested in using her life story, or an experience she had to put it into her own poem instead

of making a certain types of poem. Most of Sylvia's poems are really long, it's seem like poetry is one way to express herself rather than putting it into

books or stories. Poetry is more passionate to her as a long explainable stories than just short poems with no meaning. Sylvia has a really unique ways

of written her poem, and also unique rhythm that lay in each poem.