If tu were hiking in the North American Wilderness and tu saw a oso, oso de coming slowly towards you,what would tu do?
a)"I'd talk to it quietly"
b)"I'd walk away slowly"
c)I'd try not to look at it"
d)"I'd make a loud noise"
e)"I'd run"
f)"I'd climb a tree"
g)"I'd pretend to be dead"
h)"I'd spray pepper in its eyes"
i)"I'd try to fight it"
Well,all of these are possible-the best thing to do depends on the mood that the oso, oso de is in.If it comes towards tu slowly,experts say tu should talk to it quietly,walk away as slowly as possible,and don't look the oso, oso de in the eye.It's possible that it will lose interest.
If not...then be agressive,make a noise,and wave your hands.If this doesn't work,and the oso, oso de continues to come towards you,then run.But only if tu are sure that tu can reach somewhere seguro before the oso, oso de reaches you.And remember that bears can run as fast as an Olympic sprinter.Don't climb a tree. Bears climb them all día long,and they can climb better than tu can.Water is also not safe. Bears amor water and are excellent swimmers.If your car is nearby,try to get inside.
If a oso, oso de attacks you,then tu can pretend to be dead.Bears who don't want to eat tu may lost interest and go away.If tu have pepper spray,then spray it in the bear's face.This works 75%of the time.The final possibility is to fight back.Most bears are much bigger and stronger than you,but they may be surprised.
Our final advice?It's much better to avoid bears than to do any of the things above...
a)"I'd talk to it quietly"
b)"I'd walk away slowly"
c)I'd try not to look at it"
d)"I'd make a loud noise"
e)"I'd run"
f)"I'd climb a tree"
g)"I'd pretend to be dead"
h)"I'd spray pepper in its eyes"
i)"I'd try to fight it"
Well,all of these are possible-the best thing to do depends on the mood that the oso, oso de is in.If it comes towards tu slowly,experts say tu should talk to it quietly,walk away as slowly as possible,and don't look the oso, oso de in the eye.It's possible that it will lose interest.
If not...then be agressive,make a noise,and wave your hands.If this doesn't work,and the oso, oso de continues to come towards you,then run.But only if tu are sure that tu can reach somewhere seguro before the oso, oso de reaches you.And remember that bears can run as fast as an Olympic sprinter.Don't climb a tree. Bears climb them all día long,and they can climb better than tu can.Water is also not safe. Bears amor water and are excellent swimmers.If your car is nearby,try to get inside.
If a oso, oso de attacks you,then tu can pretend to be dead.Bears who don't want to eat tu may lost interest and go away.If tu have pepper spray,then spray it in the bear's face.This works 75%of the time.The final possibility is to fight back.Most bears are much bigger and stronger than you,but they may be surprised.
Our final advice?It's much better to avoid bears than to do any of the things above...
hola Mom,
It's been a while
Since tu sat siguiente to me,
Since I saw tu smile
I miss tu Mom
I wish tu were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see tu Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my corazón in two
I'll always remember Mom,
tu taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling tu Mom
Losing tu killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what tu were Mom,
Strong.
In everything tu said
In everything tu did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since tu sat siguiente to me,
Since I saw tu smile
I miss tu Mom
I wish tu were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see tu Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my corazón in two
I'll always remember Mom,
tu taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling tu Mom
Losing tu killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what tu were Mom,
Strong.
In everything tu said
In everything tu did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
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 colina
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 colina
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 emo perra die, bitchy whore. That last comentario doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss 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 dicho rosas are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if tu want I'll tell them to can it, all because I amor tu Janet. I don't know who wrote tu amor poem rhyme thing but I amor tu too!
Is It True tu Lie?
Is It True tu Hate Me?
Is It True tu Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True tu Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True tu Like Me Crying?
Is It True tu Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True tu Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True tu Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True tu Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True tu Let Me Call tu My True Bestfriend When tu 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 tu Hate Me?
Is It True tu Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True tu Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True tu Like Me Crying?
Is It True tu Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True tu Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True tu Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True tu Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True tu Let Me Call tu My True Bestfriend When tu 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 fuego red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why tu are
mad at me.
Why tu 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 friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why tu are mad.
Why do tu have to do
what tu do to me?
Why does it give tu
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant tu tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why tu are
mad at me.
Why tu 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 friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why tu are mad.
Why do tu have to do
what tu do to me?
Why does it give tu
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant tu 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 por blood, then por 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, tu ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time escritura 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, tu ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time escritura in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
