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Two Years Ago... I drum my fingers against the wooden table. My sigh of frustration echoes throughout the empty house. 'How is it that four letters can shape my life forever?' I think to myself.
He tucks his trousers into his boots. No shirts or ties he owns no suits. At the crack of dawn he's half awake, he hits the gym for heavy weights.
Thankfully it was.....Alicia. Alice opened the door and I flushed the chain and pretended to wash my hands so it would be like i had been to the toilet.
I don't remember much of the night my parents and brother were taken from me. My mind is still hazy in some areas, just like the smoke against my eyes.
What's Tasha doing. Why is she here. Oh, no my dear reader. Our greatest fear, Is about to come true. She stands in the rain. And smiles at the sound Of an oncoming train. No, no, I am begging.
Slowly, soft snow flakes flew from the whitish sky. The lake had evaporated into an ice rink and I was gliding on it flawlessly.
I lay my child to rest Rest in peace She looks so cold So peaceful My little sweetie gone with the wind...
This is a few paragraph's from a medium length story that I feel like writing. The streets were overflowing with litter. ' Why did I come back?'I thought as I walked down the small narrow street.
As I delve my spoon in, Deep in to the unknown, I realise to this bowl, To three creatures it is home. You've probably heard of them on the tv, Seen them on the box.
Inspired by Stablish and Dead Poets Society: "John Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see. Todd Anderson: Uh, I-I close my eyes. John Keating: Yes.
This is a poem I wrote in memory of relatives who were killed in a terrorist attack in India.
26th July 2004 7:45pm Together on my bed we lay . Entwined. The sun was glorious and shining through the bedroom window onto my face. I couldn't describe this bliss. Danny kissed my head.
Little love lost in her own little world Little love lonely in her own terrible world No one could save her from her pain No one could make her happy again Little love trapped in a Incurable...
I'm standing here at attention. But my mind is miles away. Thinking of the dancing girl. And how I'll tell her some day. I love her but I dare not speak. Because when I'm around her I fear.
I sit here on the swing set, Alone, The brook nearby feels like home, An old photo in my hand, I smiled, Remembering when we played in the sand, That box is gone now and our tree house is old, We...
The Friday wife, Knower of all But withholder of all she knows, Crying tears, Eighteen carat gold, For the source of all her woes.
24th July 2004 10:34 pm .It was like a cage of butterflies with a thousand nuclear bombs that had emptied out into my body. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
She flew too close to the sun that day, that fateful afternoon in May. Feathers were falling, no more soaring. She flew too close to the sun. She had of course been told, by those as wise as old.
This might not be the best poem.
I had a plan, a way to get out, a corrupt warden, a key, that's my best shout. I made my deal, just wait for the sign, waiting for dark, then pick the right time.
Standing still, so mighty you tower, the others look up at your worldly power. People from everywhere had admired your class, not knowing you were made of glass.
PLEASE READ, VERY IMPORTANT LEWE means LIFE THE CHIMPANZEE OF LEWE The Chimpanzee of Lewe was a very social chimp, with many friends, a devoted mother, a strong father. She loved to play.
There he lay, still, whole and so beautiful in my arms. I held him tightly as if to let go would mean the end of me and the end of my entire being.
His name was Jonah Johnson. And plumbing was his skill. His house caught fire one awful night. And his family were killed. He thought he'd like to join them. And considered it awhile.