this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make plus of this book ou not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank toi <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i a dit happily.Mother was cooking eggs and pain grillé while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and pain grillé in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who toi were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
*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 par and plus 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 par and plus pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants toi to do something,
ou be something
That sometimes toi don’t want to be?
They are those!
toi know them!
toi probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect toi to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
toi don’t want to take.
They are those who expect toi to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
toi prefer to be small and humble.
But do toi 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 toi were born,
Came up with a path for toi 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 toi are
toi have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi are nothing to me
No matter how toi try
What do toi care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi don't know me
No matter how toi try
Why are toi here?
toi know I don't want you
I told toi to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
toi can't mold me
No matter how toi try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. MDR 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 par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi 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 par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi will realize the cage has already been broken.