escritura

Lord thanks for all, what tu gave,
Everything I do is for your people’s sake,
tu gave me all but something lacks,
Lord give me mind and wisdom so that I can be back,
Lord I don’t want any pleasure
Just give me the hard works’ treasure
God give me sharp mind
Open corazón and quality to be kind
God don’t give me frutas just give me seed
That’s all I need to lead
Ok do what is right and not wrong
So that my power may last long
Lord thanks to tu again
For all what I have and what I will gain

Introduction
I was kidnapped por a horrible demon.It kill everyone I knew so no one would try to rescue my me.It rapes me everytime it can.Its busy killing people that mover in the house im in the basement..
well under the basement theres a cave.I'm not goingto joke the demon is pretty hot but still.He brings me little comida to keep me "fit".He loves me he says,but he lies.I lie awake thinking of how to escape.I'm scared let proud at myself for no reason.My Life is hell most of the time.When your life is terrible tu never think your good tu think your worthless.You feel fake,never like a real person.

So Analisa and I walked slowly through her village. I looked around as we walked and everyone looked very happy and cheerful. I was very confused. "Shouldn't they be sad?" I asked. "NOT happy-go-lucky?" Analisa chuckled and replied. " There is no need to be sad. For we have food, shelter, and each other." I felt very bad. Just a few hours hace I had yelled at my mom for getting mad at me and ran outside. I started to cry again. I sat in the esmeralda green grass,we had walked into a field,
Analisa asked "What is wrong?" I replied "I want to go home" Analisa dicho "That would be easier if I knew where tu lived. Anyways, we need tu here. tu cannot leave. I'm very sorry." That didn't help me at all. I layed down on the soft césped, hierba and cryed my eyes out.

I wrote this poem myself. :) comentario please! :)
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They say
That
a pregunta mark ?
is nothing
but a punctuation.


I consider it
a
lifestyle
Like a curious cat
lying dead on the floor.

She searched
but
never found,
and ended up
killed


Her funeral was short

and sad

I for one
never
thought that an innocent
cat would
die
because of adventure

A model does her make-up
she wonders
what true beauty is
smiles and poses for a camera

the photographer sees
the pregunta mark drawn
in blue ink
on her manicured hand
he yells
for her to wash it off

one symbol, some trouble
the girl feels ashamed

she doesn't wonder what true beauty is anymore



They say curiosity killed the cat

They say the wonder-er is an outcast

I say the cat and the wonder-er are heroes

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Well, Hi (:
My name is Evanna, and I'm from Phoenix, Arizona.

escritura is probably one of the reasons that I still alive.
I feel very comfortable doing it. SOOO.. I want tu to give me your opinion and decide if tu want me to start my own book (:

I'm a little scared, because I think that people will not like what I write (like always)
But if tu want to help me, just sign below and I will be más than thankful for your support.

OH. And if tu like tu can start giving me ideas about what I can write.

xo, Eva.