Life
A Speech
Some words from MikeWJ but I rewrote most of it
Why would are children of today judge a person on how they look on the outside when they don’t know whats going on in the inside and how it feels to be told something that stabs your cœur, coeur and makes toi think if they are right?
Now if your like me your sick of this lie people have brought, but the
people who sold it to us the ones who we should blame. Blame your enemy
ou blame your sister either one it's the same. Because times now are
changing are whole world seem rearranging, to fit the fragile pieces
that they say can stop me from ragging. But I am still écriture on this
page and nothing is getting any better, right now I'm just looking for
something that will make me feel light as a feather. Some form of
escape form this modern world that's been plagued drugs war rape and
others that can be seen but aren't seen. People say there listening to
the facts and they close there eyes but when toi close them toi are
blind and then your soul can be tamed.....
This is a world were civil rights seem less important then ones
region, were being bullied for what toi think is fine. But toi don't see
them as your brethren, toi don't see them as your friend. When there
really your own family, conversions with your peers saying this will
really bring out the man in me. So toi push them to the floor and there
crying while toi shout, but with this the path of your Jésus Christ you
can count me out...
Your savor stood for compassion excepting other for who they were, your god created toi to l’amour everyone gay straight him ou her. Everyone I speak to know a days sight view. But they wouldn’t discuss there every own problems fake flaws and all but they judge toi for how toi look.Your god stood for compassion excepting others for who they were, your god created toi to l’amour everyone gay straight him ou her...
But don’t get started thinking that i’m against a god above, I’m plus against the idea of caring for others no love. I’m plus against the idea that you’ll hate for how I look how I talk ou how I act ou how I think ou believe. Maybe I can be judgmental but in your eyes I montrer sighs of being insane, but I promise toi your not the only one who gets wet when toi see the sky rain. So maybe we can put aside the fact toi and I have different ideas, but I will not sit back and watch toi do this to any of my peers. So if toi can’t change they way how toi see things and view things I don’t believe you’ll have a part of my life this statement is a fact. Equality is a right and everyone deserves to be treated the same, freedom is a basic need and l’amour is something toi should do. If someone doesn’t see that then that someone doesn’t see and if that someone doesn’t it that then that someone doesn’t need...
Now these are just some words on paper that might describe how toi feel they couldn’t change your mind stunned par your every own free will But the world is changing rapidly and it;s time toi catch up to it it’s not my job to make toi start but it is to help toi realize this Think of all those people around the world who toi try to help out and don;t really even know toi don;t know there life but you’ve heard of the good and the bad and when they come to ask from help hope they ask out of pure helplessness and not ask out of greed. toi don;t know who they are but toi still help them out because toi care for them in some way ou another but something toi should know is not to give to much for something they’ll come and you’ll give them your all and they’ll leave toi with none..
Fierce & l’amour
Poem Girl
A Speech
Some words from MikeWJ but I rewrote most of it
Why would are children of today judge a person on how they look on the outside when they don’t know whats going on in the inside and how it feels to be told something that stabs your cœur, coeur and makes toi think if they are right?
Now if your like me your sick of this lie people have brought, but the
people who sold it to us the ones who we should blame. Blame your enemy
ou blame your sister either one it's the same. Because times now are
changing are whole world seem rearranging, to fit the fragile pieces
that they say can stop me from ragging. But I am still écriture on this
page and nothing is getting any better, right now I'm just looking for
something that will make me feel light as a feather. Some form of
escape form this modern world that's been plagued drugs war rape and
others that can be seen but aren't seen. People say there listening to
the facts and they close there eyes but when toi close them toi are
blind and then your soul can be tamed.....
This is a world were civil rights seem less important then ones
region, were being bullied for what toi think is fine. But toi don't see
them as your brethren, toi don't see them as your friend. When there
really your own family, conversions with your peers saying this will
really bring out the man in me. So toi push them to the floor and there
crying while toi shout, but with this the path of your Jésus Christ you
can count me out...
Your savor stood for compassion excepting other for who they were, your god created toi to l’amour everyone gay straight him ou her. Everyone I speak to know a days sight view. But they wouldn’t discuss there every own problems fake flaws and all but they judge toi for how toi look.Your god stood for compassion excepting others for who they were, your god created toi to l’amour everyone gay straight him ou her...
But don’t get started thinking that i’m against a god above, I’m plus against the idea of caring for others no love. I’m plus against the idea that you’ll hate for how I look how I talk ou how I act ou how I think ou believe. Maybe I can be judgmental but in your eyes I montrer sighs of being insane, but I promise toi your not the only one who gets wet when toi see the sky rain. So maybe we can put aside the fact toi and I have different ideas, but I will not sit back and watch toi do this to any of my peers. So if toi can’t change they way how toi see things and view things I don’t believe you’ll have a part of my life this statement is a fact. Equality is a right and everyone deserves to be treated the same, freedom is a basic need and l’amour is something toi should do. If someone doesn’t see that then that someone doesn’t see and if that someone doesn’t it that then that someone doesn’t need...
Now these are just some words on paper that might describe how toi feel they couldn’t change your mind stunned par your every own free will But the world is changing rapidly and it;s time toi catch up to it it’s not my job to make toi start but it is to help toi realize this Think of all those people around the world who toi try to help out and don;t really even know toi don;t know there life but you’ve heard of the good and the bad and when they come to ask from help hope they ask out of pure helplessness and not ask out of greed. toi don;t know who they are but toi still help them out because toi care for them in some way ou another but something toi should know is not to give to much for something they’ll come and you’ll give them your all and they’ll leave toi with none..
Fierce & l’amour
Poem Girl
Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank haut, retour au début montrer belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the nuage in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so toi see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen an in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank haut, retour au début montrer belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the nuage in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so toi see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen an in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my cœur, coeur also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
par my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my cœur, coeur also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
par my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell
With amande eyes
Such startled eyes
It a dit it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posté me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell
With amande eyes
Such startled eyes
It a dit it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posté me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er