I stand here looking at your emotionless, cold face from across this empty field. Behind me stand my most beloved people of all the world besides Ты with me. I can hear them breathing nervously along with mines, as I take slow, steady steps towards you. Our breaths get еще nervous as I near you. However your piercing stare will not scare me, even if this act will be the last thing I do. With each step I try to remember through hazy memories what went wrong.
Only weeks назад Ты were a bubbly, lively, cheerful and friendly girl who wanted to have fun. Along with me, we were unstoppable, nothing could harm the strong relationship we had between us. We were always hanging out with our extensive group of friends. I realize something now, maybe it's something that I didn't realize back then. Maybe it's when things started to go wrong. Once we befriended that shy girl, then I never thought she'd affect Ты as much as I thought, but since she joined she gained еще confidence, and confidence to ego. Slowly, she influenced some of our other friends, including you. I don't know why she decided to do it, and I ponder now on how she managed to capture Ты under her control. Soon Ты started hanging with only those caught in her web, and started to become less friendly and еще quiet, distant and emotionless, I could see it in your eyes. And maybe then I should had might as well figured out what was going on and stopped, but I didn't. Even though the signs were obvious.
Then just last week your 'friends', трещина, сплит off from us altogether, along with you. Since then it has been еще of a gang war between us and our friends.
I'm now in front of you. I smile at you, nervously, putting it off in place of your constant coldness. I pull a golden ожерелье from my pocket. I open up the locket hanging from it's chain revealing a picture of us, happy, and together. "You remember this don't you?" I ask Ты almost silently. Ты take one glance at it it, before taking your hand and slapping mines harshly, sending the pendant flying out of my grip. I stare at you, heartbroken, I try to figure out what would make Ты react like this, but nothing. "I haven't got time for people like you." Ты reply coldly, "I don't care about these worthless memories of you." My emotions broke, fell apart from your compliment, as I watch Ты turn your back on me and leave without remorse, for anything. I couldn't say или do anything else as Ты leave me. I hear my Друзья run up behind me, one of them screaming 'You psychopathic bitch!' at you, but Ты remain somewhat focused on leaving, not reacting at all to the compliment.
Ты leave the scene, as we watch on silently, and without any compliment, we left to.
But after this event, I could never trust you, but most of all, believe that Ты were my sister, ever again.
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I don't really think this is really that good. In my opinion, I could've done better and the whole thing could've been longer. Some constructive critism, Совет and opinions please!
Only weeks назад Ты were a bubbly, lively, cheerful and friendly girl who wanted to have fun. Along with me, we were unstoppable, nothing could harm the strong relationship we had between us. We were always hanging out with our extensive group of friends. I realize something now, maybe it's something that I didn't realize back then. Maybe it's when things started to go wrong. Once we befriended that shy girl, then I never thought she'd affect Ты as much as I thought, but since she joined she gained еще confidence, and confidence to ego. Slowly, she influenced some of our other friends, including you. I don't know why she decided to do it, and I ponder now on how she managed to capture Ты under her control. Soon Ты started hanging with only those caught in her web, and started to become less friendly and еще quiet, distant and emotionless, I could see it in your eyes. And maybe then I should had might as well figured out what was going on and stopped, but I didn't. Even though the signs were obvious.
Then just last week your 'friends', трещина, сплит off from us altogether, along with you. Since then it has been еще of a gang war between us and our friends.
I'm now in front of you. I smile at you, nervously, putting it off in place of your constant coldness. I pull a golden ожерелье from my pocket. I open up the locket hanging from it's chain revealing a picture of us, happy, and together. "You remember this don't you?" I ask Ты almost silently. Ты take one glance at it it, before taking your hand and slapping mines harshly, sending the pendant flying out of my grip. I stare at you, heartbroken, I try to figure out what would make Ты react like this, but nothing. "I haven't got time for people like you." Ты reply coldly, "I don't care about these worthless memories of you." My emotions broke, fell apart from your compliment, as I watch Ты turn your back on me and leave without remorse, for anything. I couldn't say или do anything else as Ты leave me. I hear my Друзья run up behind me, one of them screaming 'You psychopathic bitch!' at you, but Ты remain somewhat focused on leaving, not reacting at all to the compliment.
Ты leave the scene, as we watch on silently, and without any compliment, we left to.
But after this event, I could never trust you, but most of all, believe that Ты were my sister, ever again.
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I don't really think this is really that good. In my opinion, I could've done better and the whole thing could've been longer. Some constructive critism, Совет and opinions please!
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright оранжевый tan
But then one день she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The Далее день at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a Главная tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had сказал(-а)
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do Ты think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright оранжевый tan
But then one день she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The Далее день at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a Главная tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had сказал(-а)
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do Ты think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing Ты whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize Ты are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift Ты once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 минуты later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing Ты whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize Ты are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift Ты once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 минуты later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell Ты who you're not, или who Ты can never be. what's it take to get Ты to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would Ты say, what would Ты do, if this was your last day? so, Ты found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think Ты need to know that, of all the Цвета that Ты shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. Ты should think about what Ты do, befor Ты do it, over and over again. i know Ты feel alone, that know one can figure Ты out, but Ты sould know that we just Любовь to see Ты smile.i know Ты feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help Ты come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think Ты need to know that, of all the Цвета that Ты shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. Ты should think about what Ты do, befor Ты do it, over and over again. i know Ты feel alone, that know one can figure Ты out, but Ты sould know that we just Любовь to see Ты smile.i know Ты feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help Ты come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If Ты don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
Ты and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Друзья had to like Ты a lot
and Ты felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
Ты think you're mr. I'm so cool
but Ты used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people Ты love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made Ты feel much better.
But the fight we had,
Ты сказал(-а) was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell Ты gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
Ты and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Друзья had to like Ты a lot
and Ты felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
Ты think you're mr. I'm so cool
but Ты used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people Ты love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made Ты feel much better.
But the fight we had,
Ты сказал(-а) was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell Ты gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Example of the Maiden
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the трон that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if Ты liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the трон that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if Ты liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
