This is a poem I wrote to express my feelings. My life may be harsh, but I try to stay positive, even if I have some anger held beneath my heart. Enjoy.
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The human cœur, coeur is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings toi joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which l’amour from your family and Friends fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain toi of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as toi can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother toi will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human cœur, coeur is a glass dome.
Treat it with l’amour and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
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The human cœur, coeur is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings toi joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which l’amour from your family and Friends fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain toi of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as toi can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother toi will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human cœur, coeur is a glass dome.
Treat it with l’amour and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i l’amour love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
l’amour is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , toi can't even define it. toi know why? because it isn't there! that's why toi can't say i am in l’amour and say the same word after two years ou two days.
toi see, if it worked with your lover, toi 'll say toi loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
toi are all stupid, lovers!
toi aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
toi may not believe me now, but toi will, in few years in your life.
l’amour is a legend.
l’amour is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , toi can't even define it. toi know why? because it isn't there! that's why toi can't say i am in l’amour and say the same word after two years ou two days.
toi see, if it worked with your lover, toi 'll say toi loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
toi are all stupid, lovers!
toi aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
toi may not believe me now, but toi will, in few years in your life.
l’amour is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do toi see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When toi look at the world toi always see the small things. toi never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised par ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… ou never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but toi ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When toi look at the world toi always see the small things. toi never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised par ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… ou never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but toi ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be article worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Friends are Sirens ( a different kind than toi think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring feu and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it ou leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down par the river
ou other times par her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever par her side
She’s avoided par everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down par the river
ou other times par her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever par her side
She’s avoided par everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…