hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 تبصرہ and rate!
Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my تکیا as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like the past 6 months and I could say that he was mad.
"Bella, I'm gonna send آپ home! That's it!"
I burst into tears as he کہا the words.
"But... آپ can't do this! آپ just can't..."
Subs didn't let me talk. Charlie was red and he was looking straight into my eyes.
"Bella, Renee can take good care of you! Honestly, everyday of this 6 months you're mopping around, doing everything but in face doing NOTHING!"
"He's gone! I know آپ liked him very much but isn't this too much?!"
I screamed:
"No... for your information DAD, it's NOT!"
I took my backpack and got out of the house. It was raining already. When I saw the clouds, I suddenly smiled. He liked the weather like this... I guess!
"Hey, Bella!"
Mike and Jessica called my name when I was getting out of my car.
"Did آپ study Math?! We have an exam!"
I nodded without thinking to math. We gave the test and then it was time for biology class. His نشست was empty.
After school, I went shopping for a pair of jeans. His پسندیدہ color was blue, so I wanted a pair of blue jeans.
I was on my way to ہوم when I saw Cullen's house road. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I would die there when I see their rooms empty. with no COLD ONES!
I turned around and decided to go home. I wanted to be strong. But... who was there for me to make me be strong for him?! As I went in my room I recognized something under the carpet of my room. I went closer and got the papers out from there. The عنوان was:
"Last part of me"
Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my تکیا as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like the past 6 months and I could say that he was mad.
"Bella, I'm gonna send آپ home! That's it!"
I burst into tears as he کہا the words.
"But... آپ can't do this! آپ just can't..."
Subs didn't let me talk. Charlie was red and he was looking straight into my eyes.
"Bella, Renee can take good care of you! Honestly, everyday of this 6 months you're mopping around, doing everything but in face doing NOTHING!"
"He's gone! I know آپ liked him very much but isn't this too much?!"
I screamed:
"No... for your information DAD, it's NOT!"
I took my backpack and got out of the house. It was raining already. When I saw the clouds, I suddenly smiled. He liked the weather like this... I guess!
"Hey, Bella!"
Mike and Jessica called my name when I was getting out of my car.
"Did آپ study Math?! We have an exam!"
I nodded without thinking to math. We gave the test and then it was time for biology class. His نشست was empty.
After school, I went shopping for a pair of jeans. His پسندیدہ color was blue, so I wanted a pair of blue jeans.
I was on my way to ہوم when I saw Cullen's house road. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I would die there when I see their rooms empty. with no COLD ONES!
I turned around and decided to go home. I wanted to be strong. But... who was there for me to make me be strong for him?! As I went in my room I recognized something under the carpet of my room. I went closer and got the papers out from there. The عنوان was:
"Last part of me"
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So آپ need not try to remember something,
آپ remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that آپ could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
آپ try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, آپ try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So آپ need not try to remember something,
آپ remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that آپ could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
آپ try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, آپ try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went سے طرف کی and مزید pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went سے طرف کی and مزید pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing مزید people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen سال old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen سال old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen سال old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants آپ to do something,
یا be something
That sometimes آپ don’t want to be?
They are those!
آپ know them!
آپ probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect آپ to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ don’t want to take.
They are those who expect آپ to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ prefer to be small and humble.
But do آپ think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since آپ were born,
Came up with a path for آپ in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where آپ are
آپ have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ are nothing to me
No matter how آپ try
What do آپ care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ don't know me
No matter how آپ try
Why are آپ here?
آپ know I don't want you
I told آپ to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
آپ can't mold me
No matter how آپ try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved سے طرف کی any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind یا fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
یا accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will آپ take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even سے طرف کی taking one step forward,
سے طرف کی placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
آپ will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved سے طرف کی any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind یا fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
یا accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will آپ take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even سے طرف کی taking one step forward,
سے طرف کی placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
آپ will realize the cage has already been broken.