There I am... Gabby Raptor.... " I miss him" I say to myself standing on a montain... alone. Then I hear a voice..." Mike...?" I say.... Nothing there... Mike was an old family friend... He was like a father to me.... The father that left me when I was five... My mother she went after him and eventuly died... I found that out 3 years later after the acedent.... Mike was a good friend.... All I have left of him is his horse "Boxer". It was my fault the killer got to Mike... It always is my fault.... I'm nothing but trouble... But what sadens me もっと見る is that I'm rejected...My 3 brothers and my grandfather... The only people I have left..... The 愛 of my life.... The only person I will ever love" ... I bet he doesn't notice me at all... To busy with training" I said... Then I hear someone calling my name... I turn around quickly... Still nothing there.... I fall on the floor... Then begin crying....." Why do I even live? " I 発言しました Then the same voice that called my name 発言しました " Because in life there's always something to live for..." I jumped to my feet... A bit startled actully. Then just start thinking about my life... Mike .... and the 愛 of my life.... Even though I'm 16... Life is very complicated....
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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 秒 of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But あなた 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 あなた do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three もっと見る seconds, gone, like that,
Did あなた use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these 秒 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 秒 of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But あなた 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 あなた do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three もっと見る seconds, gone, like that,
Did あなた use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these 秒 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 丘, ヒル
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 丘, ヒル
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 エモ 雌犬 die, bitchy whore. That last コメント doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first キッス 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 発言しました バラ are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if あなた want I'll tell them to can it, all because I 愛 あなた Janet. I don't know who wrote あなた 愛 poem rhyme thing but I 愛 あなた too!
Is It True あなた Lie?
Is It True あなた Hate Me?
Is It True あなた Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True あなた Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True あなた Like Me Crying?
Is It True あなた Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True あなた Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True あなた Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True あなた Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True あなた Let Me Call あなた My True Bestfriend When あなた 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 あなた Hate Me?
Is It True あなた Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True あなた Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True あなた Like Me Crying?
Is It True あなた Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True あなた Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True あなた Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True あなた Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True あなた Let Me Call あなた My True Bestfriend When あなた 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 火災, 火 red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why あなた are
mad at me.
Why あなた 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 フレンズ ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why あなた are mad.
Why do あなた have to do
what あなた do to me?
Why does it give あなた
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my フレンズ take action?
Why cant あなた tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why あなた are
mad at me.
Why あなた 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 フレンズ ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why あなた are mad.
Why do あなた have to do
what あなた do to me?
Why does it give あなた
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my フレンズ take action?
Why cant あなた 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 によって blood, then によって 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, あなた ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time 書く 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, あなた ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time 書く in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
