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WEDDING DAY by Jessica Davila

11/28/2009

WEDDING DAY
Nothing like waking up to walking down the isle
knowing that your soon to be husband is excited.

You've been waiting for this since you were a little girl
you just couldn't wait to give it a whirl.

you start to get ready as your mom is there
as she sticks little pink flowers all up in your hair.

You start walking to the entrance as your dad cries
you walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek and tell him it will all be al right.

He just cant believe it that his little girl is leaving
He don't want to give you up so he keeps on weeping.

you'll always be his little girl so go on be happy
just always know he'll always be your daddy.

UNKNOWN by Jessica Davila

10/30/2009

I've had this feeling inside of me I just dont know what it could be.
Whatever it is really hurts inside, I believe it has finally taken over my mind.
I feel like i just want to give up, but for some odd reason that wouldnt be enough
what if i wasnt here anymore what if i didn't walk through that door
what if i just shot myself, why not nobody seems to care or can help.
could you live your life knowing you let it happen or would that cold hearted soul always be CAPTIVE!

LOVE by Jessica Davila

10/30/2009

Love

The love that I had wentinto dust, I just knew I was going to bust.
I told one thing I promised I wouldnt tell and now my life is a living hell.
The man of my dreams went away, and now my heart is a big hole of pain.
In just a week I ruined my life, and just think i thought I was going to be his wife.
Well im not and i dont know what else to do, I give up in life and now my heart feels like goo.
The man of my dreams is now gone, and all i got is our favorite song.

Love can hurt you when you lose it, so be careful in what you do becasue instead of this being me, this could be you.

love by Jessica Davila

10/30/2009

edgar allan poe by Jessica Davila

10/30/2009

Edgar Allan Poe
He was born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809.
Because of the death of his mother he was raised by family friends.

When his foster dad didn’t send him enough money to live on.
He left school and joined the Army using a fictitious name.

Edgar enlisted in the army in 1827.
When he found his foster mom died and his foster dad had gotten remarried he was just going to quit everything.
Instead he left home and moved in with Aunt and fell in love with his childhood sweetheart.

Poe’s career began with two volumes of poetry
Tamerlane and Minor poems.

His most productive period as a fiction writer and critic extended from 1837 to 1845.
He spent 18 months in New York City and published his only novel.

In Philadelphia, Poe wrote significant reviews of the works of Longfellow and Hawthorne.
Some of his greatest tales appeared in a collection of his first 25 stories.

From 1844 until his death Poe lived in New York City.
During the mid-1840’s he wrote and edited as much as 15 hours a day.
Poe died on October 3rd, 1849.

Jessica Davila