Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that toi have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement jour coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that toi have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement jour coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
"What? New Hampshire?" Hillishia said. "But that's far away." "Nah! You're movie stars! toi can buy your plane tickets in a snap!" Mr. Higgsten said. The dark and empty stage was very dark and eerie when it was silent. So it was silent as Ponya thought."Well I guess I can squeeze it in. How long will we be there?" Ponya asked. "Just to do some final touches so I'm guessing about a few days." Ponya turned to Hillishia. "It's ok! We can go to New Hampshire and come back in time to see the opening night!" Ponya said. "We'll go!" Hillishia said.......................sorry I had to make the article longer............................................... Zaqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq....................
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a poisson on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with poisson hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The poisson hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a poisson on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with poisson hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The poisson hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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Heyy there, I know in my last entry I a dit I would write on Friday- but I didn't. Theres actually loads of things that have happened to me in the last few days/week. Im not gonna tell toi though! I had no commentaires on the last entry but as soon as I get some feedback im gonna start écriture to toi again- Im a very busy person. I go to school, I play football (soccer-(Im english)-) along with my écriture I also sing alot so I have many things to do/practice. Go look for my last entry and toi will understand partly why im jabbering on :) l’amour to the people of the earth~ Cait xxx- 20th September 2011
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good jour sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my livres to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good jour sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my livres to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.