One morning on Goth Lane, Janet Leyman woke up, she did her usual routine. She got dressed took a shower, and put on her makeup. But meanwhile... she didn't know what was waiting.
Her Далее door neighbor, is a vampire. She went over to her neighbors house, Antoniette. Then while she knocked someone opened the door, a tall skinny lady with pale skin and dark hair. "Who are you?" Asked Janet. "I'm Avoca, Antonitte's sister. Why are Ты here?!!?" сказал(-а) the stranger in a negative cold voice. "I, I just wanted to see Antoniette." сказал(-а) Janet. "She's over this way follow me." сказал(-а) Avoca, motioning Janet to come inside. "I like your... fake fangs." сказал(-а) Janet. "Umm, yeah... fake fangs." сказал(-а) Avoca, sarcastically. "She's in there." сказал(-а) Avoca, with a slight smile. "Antoniette! Some girl named Janet wants you!" Screamed Avoca. "Ugh whoever this сука is send her back to wherever she came!" сказал(-а) Antoniette. "Look, Antoniette, I don't give a shit!" сказал(-а) Avoca. "Wow, Ты use some bad language!" сказал(-а) Janet. "In this house, it's considered normal." сказал(-а) Avoca. "FINE! Just send this Janet girl in here!" сказал(-а) Antoniette. Avoca, nervously opened the door and threw Janet in. "Good luck!" Avoca yelled. "Oh hell, did Ты have to ruin our date??" сказал(-а) Darth, who appears to be Antoniette's boyfriend. "Sorry!" сказал(-а) Janet. "I just wanted to know, I just moved in and, is there any bus nearby because I..." "Shut up!" Screamed Antoniette. "Or I'll suck the blood out of you!" "What??" сказал(-а) Janet, in shock. "Yeah That's right, I'm a vampire, so is Darth, and Avoca!" "Oh hell, so they were REAL fangs!" сказал(-а) Janet, still in shock. "Yeah, just get the fuck out of here so we can finish our date!" сказал(-а) Darth. "Yeah, I should really get the hell outta here!" сказал(-а) Janet. "And then tell mom!"
LIKE IT?? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2: MADE BY: MY 23 год OLD SISTER: ANNE. RATED MATURE-17
Her Далее door neighbor, is a vampire. She went over to her neighbors house, Antoniette. Then while she knocked someone opened the door, a tall skinny lady with pale skin and dark hair. "Who are you?" Asked Janet. "I'm Avoca, Antonitte's sister. Why are Ты here?!!?" сказал(-а) the stranger in a negative cold voice. "I, I just wanted to see Antoniette." сказал(-а) Janet. "She's over this way follow me." сказал(-а) Avoca, motioning Janet to come inside. "I like your... fake fangs." сказал(-а) Janet. "Umm, yeah... fake fangs." сказал(-а) Avoca, sarcastically. "She's in there." сказал(-а) Avoca, with a slight smile. "Antoniette! Some girl named Janet wants you!" Screamed Avoca. "Ugh whoever this сука is send her back to wherever she came!" сказал(-а) Antoniette. "Look, Antoniette, I don't give a shit!" сказал(-а) Avoca. "Wow, Ты use some bad language!" сказал(-а) Janet. "In this house, it's considered normal." сказал(-а) Avoca. "FINE! Just send this Janet girl in here!" сказал(-а) Antoniette. Avoca, nervously opened the door and threw Janet in. "Good luck!" Avoca yelled. "Oh hell, did Ты have to ruin our date??" сказал(-а) Darth, who appears to be Antoniette's boyfriend. "Sorry!" сказал(-а) Janet. "I just wanted to know, I just moved in and, is there any bus nearby because I..." "Shut up!" Screamed Antoniette. "Or I'll suck the blood out of you!" "What??" сказал(-а) Janet, in shock. "Yeah That's right, I'm a vampire, so is Darth, and Avoca!" "Oh hell, so they were REAL fangs!" сказал(-а) Janet, still in shock. "Yeah, just get the fuck out of here so we can finish our date!" сказал(-а) Darth. "Yeah, I should really get the hell outta here!" сказал(-а) Janet. "And then tell mom!"
LIKE IT?? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2: MADE BY: MY 23 год OLD SISTER: ANNE. RATED MATURE-17
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 Эмо сука die, bitchy whore. That last Комментарий 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 сказал(-а) Розы are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if Ты want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Любовь Ты Janet. I don't know who wrote Ты Любовь poem rhyme thing but I Любовь Ты too!
Is It True Ты Lie?
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты 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 Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты 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 огонь red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты 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 Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты 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 Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты 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 by blood, then by 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, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо 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, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.