My story will start where everybody else's starts. At birth. I was born on a Memorial Day. There was only one doctor and he was too busy watching the Orlando Magic game to help my mother bring a child into the world. And so, I was a half time baby. With the Magics losing, my family waiting in the hall, and the doctor wishing he was watching the game, I was pushed harshly into this cold, bright and scary world.
First words out of my father's mouth when the doctor placed me into his hands, "Heidi's kinda ugly, isn't she?" For God's sake! I was just pulled out of a woman's stomach! The nurses hadn't even cleaned me yet. I was brought home pagina a few days later and I proceeded to make my faher's life hell. Of course, I was a baby and I don't remember any of this nor did I have the mental capacity for payback. My mother told me all this later. But I must have hated that man, even then. I cried and wailed and screamed, stopping only to breathe. He had a short temper and a small mind so he decided that I might shut up if he threw me across the room. Idiot.
He picked up the baby carrier I was in and carelessly tossed it onto the top, boven of a dresser a few feet away. Lucky me, my grandmother was there and she turned into the mother lion with her cubs. My father backed off. Haha, don't mess with Meme's cubs.
Tell if u like it. I might continue. This is all true. Critisism welcome.
First words out of my father's mouth when the doctor placed me into his hands, "Heidi's kinda ugly, isn't she?" For God's sake! I was just pulled out of a woman's stomach! The nurses hadn't even cleaned me yet. I was brought home pagina a few days later and I proceeded to make my faher's life hell. Of course, I was a baby and I don't remember any of this nor did I have the mental capacity for payback. My mother told me all this later. But I must have hated that man, even then. I cried and wailed and screamed, stopping only to breathe. He had a short temper and a small mind so he decided that I might shut up if he threw me across the room. Idiot.
He picked up the baby carrier I was in and carelessly tossed it onto the top, boven of a dresser a few feet away. Lucky me, my grandmother was there and she turned into the mother lion with her cubs. My father backed off. Haha, don't mess with Meme's cubs.
Tell if u like it. I might continue. This is all true. Critisism welcome.
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” zei Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” zei Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Hey, so this is a poem Ive been thinking of for a long time,please read and comment!
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A home pagina for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
meer eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A home pagina for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
meer eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The toon is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This toon is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The toon is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This toon is over,
Now go home.