Future

Looking to the future
Submitted by Schila on May 18, 2008 - 16:05.We need,
to look into the future.
Invest into
renewable energy sources.
Please save mother earth.
We should,
help people
in darfur.
Stop genocide,
and begin reparing.
I think
the world needs
some repair.
To breathe a sigh of relief
In times of trouble

Time
Submitted by Professor_Zoom on April 14, 2008 - 17:58.he's depressed by the past
he hates the present
he's scared of the future.
he misses the past
he loves the present
he's impatient for the future.

Premonition
Submitted by Artair on March 19, 2008 - 12:44.To this day,
I don't know why,
but I can see the future,
I can see past the mind.
It's not hard,
As it takes concentration,
It's easy to see,
But it lacks motivation.
It got me into trouble once,
I'll never do that again,
I'll never use it for evil,
It is not a favored trend.
I once met a scientist,
He tried to take me in,
But I used my powers for evasion,

Premonition
Submitted by Artair on March 19, 2008 - 12:39.To this day,
I don't know why,
but I can see the future,
I can see past the mind.
It's not hard,
As it takes concentration,
It's easy to see,
But it lacks motivation.
It got me into trouble once,
I'll never do that again,
I'll never use it for evil,
It is not a favored trend.
I once met a scientist,
He tried to take me in,
But I used my powers for evasion,
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Waiting
Submitted by Tammy Estrellita on March 11, 2008 - 12:49.I have to wait all day.
Seconds feel like hours.
Hours feel like thousand miles away.
Why should I keep on waiting,
for something that might never arrive?
I have to wait another day.
Now seconds feel like miles away.
I want to know what I'm waiting for.
I want to know the reason of my despair.
May be that day will come,
but it is still million light years away.
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Wonderful Future
Submitted by RobertJordanFan on December 1, 2007 - 01:58.The dark street is full of people, and they all look the same. They look beaten and secluded.
I walk past, escorted by a police officer; cautiously looking into the faces of those huddled around bins of fire, the flickering glow revealing their hawk-like eyes glaring at me out of blood-stained dirty faces, some grasping an L-shaped bundle of rags. Those glares all say one thing: fresh meat.
