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.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a পরাকাষ্ঠা শার্ট 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 আপনি have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do আপনি wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
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 আপনি have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do আপনি wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.