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Christmas eve, the night is here.
Holly hangs from candles, dear.
Careful placed the presents, filled with cheer.
Its Christmas eve, a night of wonder.
Yet my heart is torn asunder.
The love I lost is in the ground.
The time we lost is never found.
I dream of spending these days with you.
I take a walk, heart filled with dread.
To that yard where you lay your head.
I'll place a present, never to be opened.
And regret all those words unspoken.
Dearest love you candle unlit.
Never again will life caress your lips.
I miss you so, my lost sweet love.
Rest in peace, with the stars above.
On Christmas day I'll fake a smile.
Wile you dwell in my heart all the wile.
It breaks my heart that you will never see.
Just how much you meant to me.
Its on these days I miss you most.
And though your skin is cold and dead.
A tear my eyes will always shed.
Christmas day is drawing near.
But it's you that I hold dear.
- by Yur-Yur Yuri |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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- Title: A Christmas Tear.
- Artist: Yur-Yur Yuri
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Description:
A Christmas poem for the best friend and love I lost. She died just 4 days after New Years Day. I love and miss her. RIP Alie J Scott.
( And yeah I wrote this in like 15 minutes...but I still think its good :D )) - Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: christmas love sorrow
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Yur-Yur Yuri - 12/24/2008
- Merry Almost X-mas everyone!
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- maui boy no ka oi - 12/21/2008
- According to the owner of this poem, either you or one of your cohorts is apparently ripping pictures of her and her friend from this site and ridiculing them which is a further form of harassment. I'll let the poem go but to try to get back at her through humiliation because you lost this argument is low even for you.
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- squirrle_man69 - 12/21/2008
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ok
everyone just stfu about A Christmas Pudding
it is deleted, no one can see it now.
no one cares about it anymore
so everyone just stop making such a big deal out of somthing that isnt in the arena anymore.
just comment about how "nice" this poem is. - Report As Spam
- PiperHecht - 12/20/2008
- I've never been able to countenance a bullies, Crobins, much less a bully that has to use his friends to fight the very battles he himself picks. That's why I'm here. I don't want to encourage your trolling, but she isn't alone. Your trolling and harassment will not be met in kind, I'm offering you the chance to demonstrate that you can do the grown up thing, and just walk away. Perhaps even a better and wiser man for the experience.
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- PiperHecht - 12/20/2008
- 3) Regarding your parents. I honestly don't know what they would say, that's why I asked. If you honestly believe that you parents don't care that you lack any kind of honesty or integrity, that you demonstrate no moral fiber in your dealings with others when you are cloaked by anonymity.... Well, all I can say is that it would certainly explain a lot about you and the company you keep. You have my sympathies.
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- PiperHecht - 12/20/2008
- 2) As for dropping it, why didn't you drop it? You knew what you did, and instead of dropping it, you showed up here and began to harass the actual artist from whom you stole. You then dragged friends into it to help berate your victim, which makes you not only a thief, but a coward to boot.
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- PiperHecht - 12/20/2008
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Very well, I’ll take a few posts and explain the whole thing for you:
1) I read that poem, Crobins. Copying down someone elses poem in it's entirety, then replacing the nouns with the word "pudding" is called copyright infringement. It is a form of theft, and it is illegal in most countries. - Report As Spam
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