This is a poem I wrote to express my feelings. My life may be harsh, but I try to stay positive, even if I have some anger held beneath my heart. Enjoy.
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The human tim, trái tim is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings bạn joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which tình yêu from your family and Những người bạn fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain bạn of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as bạn can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother bạn will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human tim, trái tim is a glass dome.
Treat it with tình yêu and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
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The human tim, trái tim is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings bạn joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which tình yêu from your family and Những người bạn fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain bạn of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as bạn can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother bạn will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human tim, trái tim is a glass dome.
Treat it with tình yêu and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i tình yêu love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
tình yêu is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , bạn can't even define it. bạn know why? because it isn't there! that's why bạn can't say i am in tình yêu and say the same word after two years hoặc two days.
bạn see, if it worked with your lover, bạn 'll say bạn loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
bạn are all stupid, lovers!
bạn aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
bạn may not believe me now, but bạn will, in few years in your life.
tình yêu is a legend.
tình yêu is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , bạn can't even define it. bạn know why? because it isn't there! that's why bạn can't say i am in tình yêu and say the same word after two years hoặc two days.
bạn see, if it worked with your lover, bạn 'll say bạn loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
bạn are all stupid, lovers!
bạn aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
bạn may not believe me now, but bạn will, in few years in your life.
tình yêu is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do bạn see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When bạn look at the world bạn always see the small things. bạn never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised bởi ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… hoặc never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but bạn ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When bạn look at the world bạn always see the small things. bạn never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised bởi ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… hoặc never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but bạn ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be bài viết worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Những người bạn are Sirens ( a different kind than bạn think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Những người bạn and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Mất tích sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Những người bạn and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it hoặc leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down bởi the river
hoặc other times bởi her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever bởi her side
She’s avoided bởi everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down bởi the river
hoặc other times bởi her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever bởi her side
She’s avoided bởi everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
