A Sonnet for Reid
You're always there for me
Even when I'm a little pissed
Waiting just to see
What way Ты may assist
In my chores and dutiful tasks
As well as in the pleasing
Sojourns when she asks
For a ride, lightly teasing
With that careless innuendo
The trip's long and hard или nice and fast
Coming complete with diminuendo
As we slow and stop. Others race past.
What would I do without you, indeed,
Ready to take me anywhere, link?
An aside: this was written for the link in response to one of its prompts.
You're always there for me
Even when I'm a little pissed
Waiting just to see
What way Ты may assist
In my chores and dutiful tasks
As well as in the pleasing
Sojourns when she asks
For a ride, lightly teasing
With that careless innuendo
The trip's long and hard или nice and fast
Coming complete with diminuendo
As we slow and stop. Others race past.
What would I do without you, indeed,
Ready to take me anywhere, link?
An aside: this was written for the link in response to one of its prompts.
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!
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Ты should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
He didn’t want money или fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved by someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the нож against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
