Kristen
I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down দ্বারা the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to প্রদর্শনী my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might সরানো on to hitting my mom. অথবা maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first দিন back at school.
Peter
My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I প্রণয় Janie so much she understands what its like to lose. Unlike all the other people “call me mom” “call me dad” “blah blah blah”. She shakes me lightly bringing me out of my thought “Pete?” she asks, “Yep?” I reply. We start talking about well nothing. That’s how we are we talk about everything, we’re really close. I’m scared though for when I get moved to a new family. My social worker thinks it will be nice for me to branch out and meet new people. It’s not my fault I went through a phase of depression…..is it?
Kristen
I wake up and realize I have school today. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. School is my escape. I pull out my পছন্দ পরাকাষ্ঠা tee and smile at my appearance until I notice the bruises lining my inside arms. I quickly grab my other choice the light long sleeve that will hopefully cover my bruises all day. I try to smile but blues not really my color. So I breathe in deeply and decide to leave প্রথমপাতা at প্রথমপাতা and enjoy today. I sneak out of the house to avoid any slap marks on my face. Then I catch up with my বন্ধু at school and go about catching up.
Peter
I’m sitting at the lunch টেবিল when I see her…she’s one of those annoying rich kids the ones with the squeaky voices and everything. Who can get away with everything. My thoughts are interrupted as my few বন্ধু walk in and sit with me. I’m caught up on the latest gossip, it’s so sad how we gossip like girls. I try to focus on what they’re saying but I feel like I’m being stared at I turn around and the same stuck up rich girls are talking about my group I can make out a few words here and there like “trash” and “worthless” then a bunch of giggles I can feel the hurt but I won’t let it show. Then I see the one blonde girl look away from her বন্ধু as if she’s ashamed of the hurtful things they are saying. Hmmm maybe there is hope in all of us.
I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down দ্বারা the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to প্রদর্শনী my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might সরানো on to hitting my mom. অথবা maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first দিন back at school.
Peter
My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I প্রণয় Janie so much she understands what its like to lose. Unlike all the other people “call me mom” “call me dad” “blah blah blah”. She shakes me lightly bringing me out of my thought “Pete?” she asks, “Yep?” I reply. We start talking about well nothing. That’s how we are we talk about everything, we’re really close. I’m scared though for when I get moved to a new family. My social worker thinks it will be nice for me to branch out and meet new people. It’s not my fault I went through a phase of depression…..is it?
Kristen
I wake up and realize I have school today. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. School is my escape. I pull out my পছন্দ পরাকাষ্ঠা tee and smile at my appearance until I notice the bruises lining my inside arms. I quickly grab my other choice the light long sleeve that will hopefully cover my bruises all day. I try to smile but blues not really my color. So I breathe in deeply and decide to leave প্রথমপাতা at প্রথমপাতা and enjoy today. I sneak out of the house to avoid any slap marks on my face. Then I catch up with my বন্ধু at school and go about catching up.
Peter
I’m sitting at the lunch টেবিল when I see her…she’s one of those annoying rich kids the ones with the squeaky voices and everything. Who can get away with everything. My thoughts are interrupted as my few বন্ধু walk in and sit with me. I’m caught up on the latest gossip, it’s so sad how we gossip like girls. I try to focus on what they’re saying but I feel like I’m being stared at I turn around and the same stuck up rich girls are talking about my group I can make out a few words here and there like “trash” and “worthless” then a bunch of giggles I can feel the hurt but I won’t let it show. Then I see the one blonde girl look away from her বন্ধু as if she’s ashamed of the hurtful things they are saying. Hmmm maybe there is hope in all of us.
Here's some উপদেশ for all আপনি budding poets out there. Start a কবিতা journal and start লেখা a poem everyday.
To get started all আপনি need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired দ্বারা something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of লেখা on a regular basis and দ্বারা doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice আপনি will get দ্বারা keeping a কবিতা journal.
To get started all আপনি need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired দ্বারা something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of লেখা on a regular basis and দ্বারা doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice আপনি will get দ্বারা keeping a কবিতা journal.
Teary-eyed I stared at his angelic face
A dream this can only be.
For I হারিয়ে গেছে him year's before.
But here he stands gently smiling.
I lay a hand to my হৃদয় to steady it.
Trying to clear my mind I close my eyes,
And slowly chant only a dream...
Something touched my face lightly.
Opening fast my eyes find his hand.
My hand ever so quickly goes to
his, and feels his hot skin under mine.
I started to speak but his fingers came over my mouth.
I smell that soft smell
that could only belong to him.
As I started grasping the idea of him
being real, he suddenly disappears.
My eyes quickly open with tears falling fast.
It was only a dream..........
A dream this can only be.
For I হারিয়ে গেছে him year's before.
But here he stands gently smiling.
I lay a hand to my হৃদয় to steady it.
Trying to clear my mind I close my eyes,
And slowly chant only a dream...
Something touched my face lightly.
Opening fast my eyes find his hand.
My hand ever so quickly goes to
his, and feels his hot skin under mine.
I started to speak but his fingers came over my mouth.
I smell that soft smell
that could only belong to him.
As I started grasping the idea of him
being real, he suddenly disappears.
My eyes quickly open with tears falling fast.
It was only a dream..........
Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send অথবা মতামত feedback.
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To me, Will is আরো than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when আপনি spare me a small glance my way.
এল-মৃত্যু পত্র is for the look my penetrating eyes give আপনি when আপনি turn away from me; when I want most for আপনি to stay close to me.
And এল-মৃত্যু পত্র is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational প্রণয় I feel for your soul.
Without you, my হৃদয় is silent. আপনি arethe only one who has touched my হৃদয় and it will always be yours. আপনি are my only love. I've left my হৃদয় with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. আপনি are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
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To me, Will is আরো than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when আপনি spare me a small glance my way.
এল-মৃত্যু পত্র is for the look my penetrating eyes give আপনি when আপনি turn away from me; when I want most for আপনি to stay close to me.
And এল-মৃত্যু পত্র is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational প্রণয় I feel for your soul.
Without you, my হৃদয় is silent. আপনি arethe only one who has touched my হৃদয় and it will always be yours. আপনি are my only love. I've left my হৃদয় with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. আপনি are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
