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Showing posts with label sucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sucks. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Regret

Do you ever wish you could take it back? You know...that thing you did once? The thing that you regret. You wanna take it back so badly, but it just sits in the corner of your mind, and every once in a while it'll stand up and say, "Hey, remember me?" You hang your head down in slight-depression and think to yourself, "Why was I so stupid?"
I think we've all done this. Sometimes we act like it's no big deal, but we really just want to run back into our room, shut the door, and pretend it never happened.

It wasn't my idea to write about this. But, I think it's something we all feel from time to time. I know I have, and that's why I can give perspective on it.

Regret is not a good feeling, so if you haven't felt it before, I'm very happy for you. You must be some sort of an awesome person. But, for those of us who have felt regret...It sucks.

re·gret

[ri-gret] Show IPA verb, -gret·ted, -gret·ting, noun
–verb (used with object)
1.
to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc.): He no sooner spoke than he regretted it.
2.
to think of with a sense of loss: to regret one's vanished youth.
–noun
3.
a sense of loss, disappointment, dissatisfaction, etc.
4.
a feeling of sorrow or remorse for a fault, act, loss, disappointment, etc.
5.
regrets, a polite, usually formal refusal of an invitation: I sent her my regrets.
6.
a note expressing regret at one's inability to accept an invitation: I have had four acceptances and one regret.

DON'T FORGET ABOUT YOUR POEMS! PLEASE SEND THEM IN:
jacinda_dawn@hotmail.com

Friday, November 19, 2010

Jacinda's Poem

There once was a girl named Jacinda.
She didn't have anything to write,
So, she sat at her desk,
With her head in a mess.
And wondered how to make this rhyme.

Jacinda did a pretty cool thing.
She wrote a poem within an hour.
It's just write above,
And to be honest it sucks,
And the taste it leaves is quite sour.

For some reason this poem goes on.
Here she goes again.
So, she wants to know,
Of some poems you wrote.
And I'll stop talking in third person.

This is my email address:
jacinda_dawn@hotmail.com
I'm leaving this post,
For those who love poems most,
And don't forget to tell your mom.

Send me your poem and the name to go with it and I'll post them individually.
(P.S. This is something I will keep posting about until I get emails.) Thank you. (: