Письмо Article: Different (a poem)

posted by Rae-Ash

Ты sit there and call me names

But Ты never try to get to know me.

Ты make fun of me 'cause I'm different.

I have white skin,

Dirty blond hair,

Plain brown eyes,

And a slight southern drawl.

But that don't mean

That I don't have feelings

I hurt just like Ты do

And even bleed.

So, why all the mean names?

Why do Ты treat me

Like something so wrongly different?

Why can't I be one of you?

I never treated Ты wrong,

So why do Ты hurt me this way?

Did i insult Ты in some way?

Say the wrong thing.

'Cause Ты treat me as unwanted

But I know I'm not.

So, why do Ты treat me like your enemy?

I did nothing to hurt you.

So why?

Why do Ты do it?

childhood memories poem

posted by kbsruthy

"The memories of my childhood"....
Ты are in my heart"...always"....

I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about Ты only"...
It's an only secreat between Ты and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...

Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed Ты and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."

I feel i ignored by him"...
but my сердце still beat for him"...

and still have hopes....

"He never heard my сердце beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one день he will...
but it's never happend...!!!

" he is still a bachelor now.."

time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...

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The Test- English Creative Письмо assignment

posted by MissKnowItAll

It was a golden summer evening. The last rays of the setting sun reflected off the surface of the water whilst reeds swayed lazily at the banks of the pond. I closed my eyes, feeling content for a moment.
The old jetty creaked as a small boy walked along it, stopping Далее to me. He sat down with a thud, and turned, grinning, to face me.
“Not long now,” Jacob сказал(-а) happily, “another tester.”
I smiled in return. The excitement of summer had worn off quickly for us, and our small town didn’t offer much in the way of entertainment for children of our age. So, we spent our days playing mindlessly...

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I feel like...

posted by Isabella_17

I feel like you're breaking me,
I feel like Ты don't even care.
I feel like Ты want to break this friendship.
I feel like Ты rather have him than someone who can be a true bestfriend.
I feel like killing myself,
I feel like cutting myself, Is that what Ты want from me?
I feel like i'm always angry,
I feel like you're always happy.
I feel like giving up,
I feel like saying fuck this friendship,
I feel like saying fuck friends.
I feel like i had your back when Ты needed it.
I feel like crying, Just to make Ты happy cause that's what Ты like right..?
I feel like Ты Любовь seeing me in pain.
I feel like saying goodbye...!

The Reality Of The Hollywood Screenwriter Fairy Tale by Justin Trevor Winters

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10 Epic songs to write to that Ты wish Ты had know the Название to a long time назад

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Chapter 1 of Sucky Sam

posted by coolie

WARNING! This makes no sense at all!

One day, there was a weird person. His name was Sucky Sam. Sucky Sam was always flying around. He had super powers. P.S they were sucky. One день he met these people named Bill & Ted. They started to sing Kiss songs, and made peace to the world by Актёрское искусство like Gene Simons with their гитара that they borrowed from Wayne’s world. Death was dressing for summer. He wore a strange skeleton mask with some kind of hoodie but with out a jacket. He wore short green shorts, and was медведь foot. The only problem was, it was snowing. Snowflakes were falling on the...

The Artist's Way and Vein of Gold's Julia Cameron on Inner Critics

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So..who are you? Part 2

posted by StarWarsFan7

"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." сказал(-а) Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 секунды of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!

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Be Honest

posted by bri-marie

So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and Герои and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded by love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

The part I'm posting is where I introduce...

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The Stranger

posted by Rozaliciousness

I was at my place; my special, secluded place in the woods where nobody would find me. I was sat on my bench, staring at the glistening snow lying on the ground all around me. The air was cold and crisp and it even hurt my nose a little to breathe in, but I was protected from it underneath my woollen hat, scarf and gloves. The trees around me with their spindly grey branches were protected too with their coats of bright white snow. Everything was white at my clearing in the woods, even the sky was almost white, light grey now that the evening was drawing closer. I liked to sit here because...