A dream.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
amor tu less,
but pain
loves tu more.
You're still
that sad child,
tu have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
tu cannot wash yourself,
tu cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
tu don't remember
who that person is,
tu don't dream
anymore,
tu don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want tu
to play por their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed por unfilled
dreams,
smashed por their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
tu don't see,
tho tu still have
your dreams,
tu still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
amor tu less,
but pain
loves tu more.
You're still
that sad child,
tu have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
tu cannot wash yourself,
tu cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
tu don't remember
who that person is,
tu don't dream
anymore,
tu don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want tu
to play por their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed por unfilled
dreams,
smashed por their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
tu don't see,
tho tu still have
your dreams,
tu still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! o trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hola there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. tu got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are tu sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: tu wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 más hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see tu later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I amor U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! o trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hola there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. tu got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are tu sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: tu wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 más hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see tu later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I amor U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i amor you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But tu come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights tu stayed.
The child in me, from the times tu loved me.
The debt tu owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time tu spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that tu are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when tu apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But tu come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights tu stayed.
The child in me, from the times tu loved me.
The debt tu owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time tu spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that tu are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when tu apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what tu think of it, please?
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Have tu felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until tu burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! tu will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have tu felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until tu burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! tu will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
have tu noticed when tu fall in amor it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do tu feel it? Do tu feel it when tu fall in love, o when tu just are overfilled with joy?
Have tu ever felt it? o have tu felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that tu have to fly away from it before your amor hurts you? o does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what tu think...
Have tu ever felt it? o have tu felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that tu have to fly away from it before your amor hurts you? o does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what tu think...