How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet! How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn! How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn.
why are you doing this? at your age it cant be for school, if its for money find something else to do. if its for a girl, perhaps you should find some other way to impress her
its for the damn school , my GPA dropped and I had to take some extra credits. I'm taking prose writing class. I thought its gonna be easy . I guess its not.
here is what I came up with so far:
Looking out my foggy window I see the whole world passes in front of my eyes. As the sky drizzles, crowds of people go back and forth each minding their own business. The soft drops of life's essence falling like tears from Heaven in a world full of pain.
Last edited by Oil Change; 02-27-2005 at 04:48 PM.
A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting at the Pearly Gates. As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through into heaven. Others, though, were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile. After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.
"Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"
"Ah, those..." Satan said with a groan. "They're all from Oregon, and they're way too wet to burn."