"I..I didn't see you..you were over there, now you're here..oh my God," I say, pacing before he grabs my arm, stops me.
"Chill. Would bạn like to dance?" he asks. I say yes.
Hesitantly.
We dance, sometimes close, sometimes dancing so crazy we can't even see each other. But something weird happens during one of the dances. He pulls me close. I barely know him. And then, his hand around my waist, he almost grips me, as if in pain. And then burning, almost like a msall scratch a dog would give you. A sharp prickling runs through my lower back. I moan, softly, and I look at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, his teeth clenched.
"Are you..okay?" I say softly.
"Yeah..yes..I'm-" he shoves me away and goes outside. I follow him.
"You. Stop. What's wrong?" I say, the rain soaking my hair, my dress.
"Get away. You're dangerous," he says, stopping, his back to me. I grab his wrist, feel his pulse. It's insanely high.
"Shut up. I'm not. I have killed anything other than my búp bê barbie doll's hair. But still. What's wrong?" Again, the same prickling pain vibrates through my back. I give a groan.
"You shouldn't come near me. You're cursed now," he says, looking at his clenched fists.
"What?"
"You. Are Cursed." He looks out into the rain, staring as if something that was there wasn't really there. A searing pain shoots up my back, causing me to collapse on the ground, clutching my dress, which has suddenly turned bright red on my back.
"Oh, God," I moan. He swooshes over to me, helping me up.
I let him.
My first mistake of many.
"I..I have to look at your back. I need to. Something serious is wrong," he says. I reluctantly let hime slide my dress up, revealing a corner of my undergarments. He touches it, a burn roaring through my back, going up my neck.
"Ow," I say through clenched teeth.
"Sorry." He prods, pokes, gently, but not gently enough for me not to feel it.
"I..I have to get home. I feel sick." He lets go of my dress, turning me around to face him. He lays a cool hand on my forehead.
"The fever's already setting in," he mumbles.
"Wha?" I say, disoriented.
"Nothing. I'll get bạn home."
All I remember after that is throwing up on leather seats and being carried inside my room.
All I could smell was earth.
"Chill. Would bạn like to dance?" he asks. I say yes.
Hesitantly.
We dance, sometimes close, sometimes dancing so crazy we can't even see each other. But something weird happens during one of the dances. He pulls me close. I barely know him. And then, his hand around my waist, he almost grips me, as if in pain. And then burning, almost like a msall scratch a dog would give you. A sharp prickling runs through my lower back. I moan, softly, and I look at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, his teeth clenched.
"Are you..okay?" I say softly.
"Yeah..yes..I'm-" he shoves me away and goes outside. I follow him.
"You. Stop. What's wrong?" I say, the rain soaking my hair, my dress.
"Get away. You're dangerous," he says, stopping, his back to me. I grab his wrist, feel his pulse. It's insanely high.
"Shut up. I'm not. I have killed anything other than my búp bê barbie doll's hair. But still. What's wrong?" Again, the same prickling pain vibrates through my back. I give a groan.
"You shouldn't come near me. You're cursed now," he says, looking at his clenched fists.
"What?"
"You. Are Cursed." He looks out into the rain, staring as if something that was there wasn't really there. A searing pain shoots up my back, causing me to collapse on the ground, clutching my dress, which has suddenly turned bright red on my back.
"Oh, God," I moan. He swooshes over to me, helping me up.
I let him.
My first mistake of many.
"I..I have to look at your back. I need to. Something serious is wrong," he says. I reluctantly let hime slide my dress up, revealing a corner of my undergarments. He touches it, a burn roaring through my back, going up my neck.
"Ow," I say through clenched teeth.
"Sorry." He prods, pokes, gently, but not gently enough for me not to feel it.
"I..I have to get home. I feel sick." He lets go of my dress, turning me around to face him. He lays a cool hand on my forehead.
"The fever's already setting in," he mumbles.
"Wha?" I say, disoriented.
"Nothing. I'll get bạn home."
All I remember after that is throwing up on leather seats and being carried inside my room.
All I could smell was earth.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the giây of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But bạn should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do bạn do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three thêm seconds, gone, like that,
Did bạn use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these giây in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the giây of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But bạn should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do bạn do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three thêm seconds, gone, like that,
Did bạn use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these giây in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the đồi núi, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the đồi núi, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo chó cái, bitch die, bitchy whore. That last bình luận doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first Kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it đã đưa ý kiến hoa hồng are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if bạn want I'll tell them to can it, all because I tình yêu bạn Janet. I don't know who wrote bạn tình yêu poem rhyme thing but I tình yêu bạn too!
Is It True bạn Lie?
Is It True bạn Hate Me?
Is It True bạn Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True bạn Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True bạn Like Me Crying?
Is It True bạn Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True bạn Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True bạn Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True bạn Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True bạn Let Me Call bạn My True Bestfriend When bạn Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True bạn Hate Me?
Is It True bạn Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True bạn Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True bạn Like Me Crying?
Is It True bạn Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True bạn Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True bạn Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True bạn Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True bạn Let Me Call bạn My True Bestfriend When bạn Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were ngọn lửa, chữa cháy red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why bạn are
mad at me.
Why bạn shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Những người bạn ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why bạn are mad.
Why do bạn have to do
what bạn do to me?
Why does it give bạn
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Những người bạn take action?
Why cant bạn tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why bạn are
mad at me.
Why bạn shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Những người bạn ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why bạn are mad.
Why do bạn have to do
what bạn do to me?
Why does it give bạn
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Những người bạn take action?
Why cant bạn tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not bởi blood, then bởi what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, bạn ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time nghề viết văn in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, bạn ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time nghề viết văn in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a màu hồng, hồng áo sơ mi and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do bạn have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do bạn wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do bạn have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do bạn wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.