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 اگلے 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 آپ here?!!?" کہا the stranger in a negative cold voice. "I, I just wanted to see Antoniette." کہا Janet. "She's over this way follow me." کہا Avoca, motioning Janet to come inside. "I like your... fake fangs." کہا Janet. "Umm, yeah... fake fangs." کہا Avoca, sarcastically. "She's in there." کہا Avoca, with a slight smile. "Antoniette! Some girl named Janet wants you!" Screamed Avoca. "Ugh whoever this کتیا, کتيا is send her back to wherever she came!" کہا Antoniette. "Look, Antoniette, I don't give a shit!" کہا Avoca. "Wow, آپ use some bad language!" کہا Janet. "In this house, it's considered normal." کہا Avoca. "FINE! Just send this Janet girl in here!" کہا Antoniette. Avoca, nervously opened the door and threw Janet in. "Good luck!" Avoca yelled. "Oh hell, did آپ have to ruin our date??" کہا Darth, who appears to be Antoniette's boyfriend. "Sorry!" کہا 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??" کہا Janet, in shock. "Yeah That's right, I'm a vampire, so is Darth, and Avoca!" "Oh hell, so they were REAL fangs!" کہا Janet, still in shock. "Yeah, just get the fuck out of here so we can finish our date!" کہا Darth. "Yeah, I should really get the hell outta here!" کہا Janet. "And then tell mom!"
LIKE IT?? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2: MADE BY: MY 23 سال OLD SISTER: ANNE. RATED MATURE-17
Her اگلے 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 آپ here?!!?" کہا the stranger in a negative cold voice. "I, I just wanted to see Antoniette." کہا Janet. "She's over this way follow me." کہا Avoca, motioning Janet to come inside. "I like your... fake fangs." کہا Janet. "Umm, yeah... fake fangs." کہا Avoca, sarcastically. "She's in there." کہا Avoca, with a slight smile. "Antoniette! Some girl named Janet wants you!" Screamed Avoca. "Ugh whoever this کتیا, کتيا is send her back to wherever she came!" کہا Antoniette. "Look, Antoniette, I don't give a shit!" کہا Avoca. "Wow, آپ use some bad language!" کہا Janet. "In this house, it's considered normal." کہا Avoca. "FINE! Just send this Janet girl in here!" کہا Antoniette. Avoca, nervously opened the door and threw Janet in. "Good luck!" Avoca yelled. "Oh hell, did آپ have to ruin our date??" کہا Darth, who appears to be Antoniette's boyfriend. "Sorry!" کہا 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??" کہا Janet, in shock. "Yeah That's right, I'm a vampire, so is Darth, and Avoca!" "Oh hell, so they were REAL fangs!" کہا Janet, still in shock. "Yeah, just get the fuck out of here so we can finish our date!" کہا Darth. "Yeah, I should really get the hell outta here!" کہا Janet. "And then tell mom!"
LIKE IT?? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2: MADE BY: MY 23 سال 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 Emo کتیا, کتيا die, bitchy whore. That last تبصرہ 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 کہا roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if آپ want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love آپ Janet. I don't know who wrote آپ love poem rhyme thing but I love آپ too!
Is It True آپ Lie?
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ 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 آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ 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 آگ کے, آگ red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.
Why آپ 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 دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.
Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.
Why آپ 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 دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.
Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ 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 سے طرف کی blood, then سے طرف کی 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, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing 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, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.