The happy cherished life of Amanda and Karietta প্রণয় were to be shortened. Amanda was only eleven, when she found out that she had to play the role of "Mother Figure". Mandy and Karrie's mother had died of a rare disease that was very uncommon in this দিন of age. It wasn't long before that their grandparents from both sides had died and a horrible tragedy had happened to most of their aunts, uncles, and cousins. Their father called it,"The প্রণয় Family Curse." Their father was with them, until Mandy turned eighteen and Karrie turned five. No one knows whether he died অথবা disappeared, but he was gone. Mandy had to quit school, and become a mom, dad, and a sister to Karrie. She made sure that Karrie had a good দিন at school, that he lunch was packed, ডিনার was made, and that she had a good healthy breakfast. She also had to learn from বই and computers so she can still have knowledge and education, even if it was unprofessional. Mandy had হারিয়ে গেছে all of her বন্ধু and everything because they thought she had "changed" and got sick of them, but what those immature little brats didn't realize is that Mandy was a stay at প্রথমপাতা mom/dad/sister. She wasn't even considered a teenager anymore. She was considered a responsible young lady that put her sister first. She made money দ্বারা selling pop cans and helping neighbors for cash, since she still couldn't get a part time job and didn't try to dare to get a babysitter. She would rather trust a smart শিকারী কুকুর to look after her sister than another teen অথবা young adult that has no experience what so ever. She was a grown up now, and did a good job of অভিনয় like one.
One night in the summertime, Mandy was asleep in her bedroom, as she felt Karrie crawl in beside of her. Mandy woke up sleepily and asked,"Karrie, what are আপনি doing?" "I had a bad dream that the monster that killed Mommy and Daddy went after me." "For the last time Karrie. No one killed Mom and Dad! Mom was sick and we don't know if Dad's dead অথবা not. So go back to bed." "Can I sleep with you?" "Again? Karrie, we've had this talk-" "Please?" "Fine, but no kicking, hair pulling, অথবা humming. Goodnight." "Goodnight Sissy. Don't let the bad man get us." "Ugh, there is no....never mind, just go to sleep and dream of magical, soft, sparkly, পরাকাষ্ঠা and blue মেষ that sing lullibies to আপনি অথবা whatever. Goodnight,Karrie. Go to sleep!" Mandy had to make sure that Karrie had a good night's sleep. Her nightmares have gotten out of control since their mother passed away. Mandy had also হারিয়ে গেছে most of her প্রণয় and hope towards her father since he left, yet some nights she cries softly in her sleep, thinking what if she was wrong and something terrible REALLY did happen to their father. But other nights she really has no idea what on earth happened. Maybe there really was a bad man out to get them. Some nights, Mandy wishes to wake up and find out that this is all a horrible nightmare and that she'll wake up to find everyone here. Her dream is to wake up from this harsh reality and find herself with her mother and father, having an education and not quitting school to be a full time mother/sister/babysitter, to be a real teenager and have fun, knowing that the dark abyss of sadness and death is blocked দ্বারা the force-field of প্রণয় and joy. Mandy tried not crying in her sleep, she hated crying around Karrie.
The dark figure of Pure Evil crept into the house of the orphaned sisters. He went into the younger sister's bedroom, ever so quietly. No one. He walked across the hall to the older sister's bedroom and saw the two sisters in the same বিছানা together, protecting each other from the bad. He walked over and petted the young girl's hair and ব্যক্ত in an evil quiet voice,"What a perfect specimen she is. I'll take her as my own and have her older sister wondering around the meadows to go insane and die." He took both of them without waking them, and took them away.
One night in the summertime, Mandy was asleep in her bedroom, as she felt Karrie crawl in beside of her. Mandy woke up sleepily and asked,"Karrie, what are আপনি doing?" "I had a bad dream that the monster that killed Mommy and Daddy went after me." "For the last time Karrie. No one killed Mom and Dad! Mom was sick and we don't know if Dad's dead অথবা not. So go back to bed." "Can I sleep with you?" "Again? Karrie, we've had this talk-" "Please?" "Fine, but no kicking, hair pulling, অথবা humming. Goodnight." "Goodnight Sissy. Don't let the bad man get us." "Ugh, there is no....never mind, just go to sleep and dream of magical, soft, sparkly, পরাকাষ্ঠা and blue মেষ that sing lullibies to আপনি অথবা whatever. Goodnight,Karrie. Go to sleep!" Mandy had to make sure that Karrie had a good night's sleep. Her nightmares have gotten out of control since their mother passed away. Mandy had also হারিয়ে গেছে most of her প্রণয় and hope towards her father since he left, yet some nights she cries softly in her sleep, thinking what if she was wrong and something terrible REALLY did happen to their father. But other nights she really has no idea what on earth happened. Maybe there really was a bad man out to get them. Some nights, Mandy wishes to wake up and find out that this is all a horrible nightmare and that she'll wake up to find everyone here. Her dream is to wake up from this harsh reality and find herself with her mother and father, having an education and not quitting school to be a full time mother/sister/babysitter, to be a real teenager and have fun, knowing that the dark abyss of sadness and death is blocked দ্বারা the force-field of প্রণয় and joy. Mandy tried not crying in her sleep, she hated crying around Karrie.
The dark figure of Pure Evil crept into the house of the orphaned sisters. He went into the younger sister's bedroom, ever so quietly. No one. He walked across the hall to the older sister's bedroom and saw the two sisters in the same বিছানা together, protecting each other from the bad. He walked over and petted the young girl's hair and ব্যক্ত in an evil quiet voice,"What a perfect specimen she is. I'll take her as my own and have her older sister wondering around the meadows to go insane and die." He took both of them without waking them, and took them away.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the সেকেন্ড of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But আপনি 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 আপনি do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three আরো seconds, gone, like that,
Did আপনি use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these সেকেন্ড in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the সেকেন্ড of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But আপনি 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 আপনি do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three আরো seconds, gone, like that,
Did আপনি use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these সেকেন্ড 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 পাহাড়
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
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 পাহাড়
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 এমো স্টাইল দুশ্চরিত্রা die, bitchy whore. That last মতামত doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first চুম্বন 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 ব্যক্ত ফুলেরসাজি are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if আপনি want I'll tell them to can it, all because I প্রণয় আপনি Janet. I don't know who wrote আপনি প্রণয় poem rhyme thing but I প্রণয় আপনি too!
Is It True আপনি Lie?
Is It True আপনি Hate Me?
Is It True আপনি Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True আপনি Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True আপনি Like Me Crying?
Is It True আপনি Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True আপনি Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True আপনি Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True আপনি Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True আপনি Let Me Call আপনি My True Bestfriend When আপনি 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
Is It True আপনি Hate Me?
Is It True আপনি Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True আপনি Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True আপনি Like Me Crying?
Is It True আপনি Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True আপনি Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True আপনি Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True আপনি Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True আপনি Let Me Call আপনি My True Bestfriend When আপনি 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 আগুন red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why আপনি are
mad at me.
Why আপনি 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 বন্ধু ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why আপনি are mad.
Why do আপনি have to do
what আপনি do to me?
Why does it give আপনি
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my বন্ধু take action?
Why cant আপনি tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why আপনি are
mad at me.
Why আপনি 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 বন্ধু ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why আপনি are mad.
Why do আপনি have to do
what আপনি do to me?
Why does it give আপনি
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my বন্ধু take action?
Why cant আপনি 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 দ্বারা blood, then দ্বারা 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, আপনি ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time লেখা in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
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, আপনি ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time লেখা in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.