It has been about two years since I’ve seen Matt, but I kept him in my mind, knowing he was real. Since then I have become sick with a deadly disease known as Typhoid fever. It gave me chest pain, rashes, weakness, and congestion. My family found out when my mother was dyeing her hair blonder and listening to heavy metal clueless of what was to come.
“Hey, mommy, can I-“ I felt dizzy, the room span around, then I passed out onto the hard cold باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ floor, my parents rushed over to me, and found my pulse was slowing down. I woke up only to hear wailing sounds from someone crying. A opened my eyes a little, I saw flashing blue and red lights, and the brightest white hallway anyone could ever imagine. I heard people talking and screaming and crying, I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, I couldn’t see well either, everything was a blur. It happened so fast, yet it took forever to end. آپ would never understand that statement unless it has happened to you. Within a few minutes, I passed out again into a deep sleep. سے طرف کی the time I had awoken, I saw him again! Matt, was sitting in a dusty corner of the room. I looked around only to see nothing, mo one else in the room. The window was open a crack to let a glimmer of blue moonlight into my dull hospital room, right where Matt was sitting. I took this time to note his features the best I could. He had gorgeous eyes, ones that were the iciest blue eyes that are almost white. Another thing I loved about him was his hair, it was the blackest black, like mine, except shorter. He was a tall figure, but what I loved مزید than everything else was that he wasn’t perfect. He had a real, believable vibe to him, he had acne and was almost too skinny. He was defiantly a teenager, around … fourteen? He faded as if he embarrassed سے طرف کی me noticing his imperfections. I coughed loudly and felt a stabbing pain as I did so. Pain seemed so common since I passed out; I believed it was the only possible way to feel. Matt re-appeared right اگلے to me, and put a cold hand on my face and whispered, “You’ll be okay.” With that I fell asleep looking into Matts deep, piercing gaze.
The اگلے دن I found out just how deadly Typhoid fever was, ten percent of people who suffered from it die. What if I was one of those people, one who died at such a young age they never get to experience life? My thoughts were interrupted سے طرف کی Matts warm but nonchalant voice, “You, will be okay, don’t worry.” With that, he leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly. That’s the first time I ever felt truly loved, the first time I felt I truly belonged somewhere. Time has never been on my side, he faded away, leaving me staring at the blue moonlight where I had seen him before. He had a habit of not saying goodbye, I assume since he never did.
For the اگلے six months the same things happened. Bright lights, cries and whispering all day, I do not know how, but only at night I could speak, see, and hear clearly. At night all I could see was that sliver of blue moonlight, and Matt, sitting in the corner, staring at me lovingly. Until one night when a tall, blond nurse (who obviously dyed her hair blond and had a lot of plastic surgery) came into the bright lit hell I lived in. In my mind I thought God had sent her, telling me that there has been a mix up, and I should go back to heaven instead of staying in hell. But she came to tell me that the six months of treatments were done, and I could go home.
On the ride ہوم I fell between being asleep یا awake. The point of time when آپ can’t tell the difference, when آپ forget what آپ are doing, یا where آپ are. آپ have your eyes shut and آپ don’t care about anything, anyone, یا even yourself. آپ are just lost to the freethinking of your choice, this is a heavenly experience, اگلے time آپ are trying to sleep, attempt this, your mind clears and nothing evil exists anymore, only you. But my heaven was deprived from me yet again, when I heard a loud crash, and the feeling of a million needles going through my heart.
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So, how is my story going so far? Is it interesting enough that you’ll keep reading. Oh and PLEASE help me سے طرف کی being a critic too. It’s the only way I’ll get better.
“Hey, mommy, can I-“ I felt dizzy, the room span around, then I passed out onto the hard cold باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ floor, my parents rushed over to me, and found my pulse was slowing down. I woke up only to hear wailing sounds from someone crying. A opened my eyes a little, I saw flashing blue and red lights, and the brightest white hallway anyone could ever imagine. I heard people talking and screaming and crying, I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, I couldn’t see well either, everything was a blur. It happened so fast, yet it took forever to end. آپ would never understand that statement unless it has happened to you. Within a few minutes, I passed out again into a deep sleep. سے طرف کی the time I had awoken, I saw him again! Matt, was sitting in a dusty corner of the room. I looked around only to see nothing, mo one else in the room. The window was open a crack to let a glimmer of blue moonlight into my dull hospital room, right where Matt was sitting. I took this time to note his features the best I could. He had gorgeous eyes, ones that were the iciest blue eyes that are almost white. Another thing I loved about him was his hair, it was the blackest black, like mine, except shorter. He was a tall figure, but what I loved مزید than everything else was that he wasn’t perfect. He had a real, believable vibe to him, he had acne and was almost too skinny. He was defiantly a teenager, around … fourteen? He faded as if he embarrassed سے طرف کی me noticing his imperfections. I coughed loudly and felt a stabbing pain as I did so. Pain seemed so common since I passed out; I believed it was the only possible way to feel. Matt re-appeared right اگلے to me, and put a cold hand on my face and whispered, “You’ll be okay.” With that I fell asleep looking into Matts deep, piercing gaze.
The اگلے دن I found out just how deadly Typhoid fever was, ten percent of people who suffered from it die. What if I was one of those people, one who died at such a young age they never get to experience life? My thoughts were interrupted سے طرف کی Matts warm but nonchalant voice, “You, will be okay, don’t worry.” With that, he leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly. That’s the first time I ever felt truly loved, the first time I felt I truly belonged somewhere. Time has never been on my side, he faded away, leaving me staring at the blue moonlight where I had seen him before. He had a habit of not saying goodbye, I assume since he never did.
For the اگلے six months the same things happened. Bright lights, cries and whispering all day, I do not know how, but only at night I could speak, see, and hear clearly. At night all I could see was that sliver of blue moonlight, and Matt, sitting in the corner, staring at me lovingly. Until one night when a tall, blond nurse (who obviously dyed her hair blond and had a lot of plastic surgery) came into the bright lit hell I lived in. In my mind I thought God had sent her, telling me that there has been a mix up, and I should go back to heaven instead of staying in hell. But she came to tell me that the six months of treatments were done, and I could go home.
On the ride ہوم I fell between being asleep یا awake. The point of time when آپ can’t tell the difference, when آپ forget what آپ are doing, یا where آپ are. آپ have your eyes shut and آپ don’t care about anything, anyone, یا even yourself. آپ are just lost to the freethinking of your choice, this is a heavenly experience, اگلے time آپ are trying to sleep, attempt this, your mind clears and nothing evil exists anymore, only you. But my heaven was deprived from me yet again, when I heard a loud crash, and the feeling of a million needles going through my heart.
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So, how is my story going so far? Is it interesting enough that you’ll keep reading. Oh and PLEASE help me سے طرف کی being a critic too. It’s the only way I’ll get better.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded سے طرف کی my thoughts, but no people. سے طرف کی my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat سے طرف کی me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded سے طرف کی my thoughts, but no people. سے طرف کی my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat سے طرف کی me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy دن ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven سے طرف کی two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted سے طرف کی wolves ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
یا have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). آپ use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to آپ themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to سیکنڈ person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person کتابیں often have the most detail.
For مزید detailed descriptions, go to: link
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do آپ think?
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
