This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired par some commentaires about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.
Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.
They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.
But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite lonely,
yet have such kind souls,
the stuffed animal is their friend.
They may be bullied at school.
They may have shattered hearts for unkindness,
they may be traumatized from even a horrible ordeal.
That stuffed animal is what relieves them of such amer things.
The stuffed animal is their eternal pal.
They are a valued gift, donné from someone close,
on a special occasion, such as their birthday.
They are a fluffy, fuzzy, soft trinket.
They fill the holes in their heart.
They are the ones who cheer those people up.
Sometimes, they even help them have a good night's rest.
Sometimes, that stuffed animal is special.
Special to that person because they're full of love.
The stuffed animaux are donné love.
That's what makes it a treasure.
So, if toi think stuffed animaux are stupid,
useless, ugly, ou even baby-ish,
then remember that these help some wonderful people,
ones who go through bad times,
That they are what help them get through them.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.
Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.
They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.
But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite lonely,
yet have such kind souls,
the stuffed animal is their friend.
They may be bullied at school.
They may have shattered hearts for unkindness,
they may be traumatized from even a horrible ordeal.
That stuffed animal is what relieves them of such amer things.
The stuffed animal is their eternal pal.
They are a valued gift, donné from someone close,
on a special occasion, such as their birthday.
They are a fluffy, fuzzy, soft trinket.
They fill the holes in their heart.
They are the ones who cheer those people up.
Sometimes, they even help them have a good night's rest.
Sometimes, that stuffed animal is special.
Special to that person because they're full of love.
The stuffed animaux are donné love.
That's what makes it a treasure.
So, if toi think stuffed animaux are stupid,
useless, ugly, ou even baby-ish,
then remember that these help some wonderful people,
ones who go through bad times,
That they are what help them get through them.
Are toi bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime toi serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, rejoindre this écriture compeition! I will liste five aléatoire genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all toi have to do is write a short story from a genre ou theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. animé (For fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 hommages and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. animé (For fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 hommages and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him par the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have plus energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him par the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have plus energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one toi l’amour in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the suivant jour will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my l’amour ...is my rival....Time has stopped to toi as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if toi keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... ou one jour you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so rapide, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow toi take life's suivant test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not chant loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. ou maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so rapide, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow toi take life's suivant test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not chant loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. ou maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place