Labor of love

><

><

><

><

Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the seconden of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But u should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do u do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three meer seconds, gone, like that,
Did u use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconden in hell.

His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep

She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight

She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”

She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the heuvel
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still

The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy

But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye

Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo teef die, bitchy whore. That last commentaar doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it zei roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if u want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love u Janet. I don't know who wrote u love poem rhyme thing but I love u too!

Is It True u Lie?
Is It True u Hate Me?
Is It True u Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True u Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True u Like Me Crying?
Is It True u Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True u Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True u Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True u Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True u Let Me Call u My True Bestfriend When u Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend

Her eyes were brand red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why u are
mad at me.

Why u shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My vrienden ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why u are mad.

Why do u have to do
what u do to me?
Why does it give u
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my vrienden take action?
Why cant u tell me WHY?

Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not door blood, then door what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, u ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.

jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a roze overhemd, shirt and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom

"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do u have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do u wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.