One morning on Goth Lane, Janet Leyman woke up, she did her usual routine. She got dressed took a shower, and put on her makeup. But meanwhile... she didn't know what was waiting.
Her siguiente door neighbor, is a vampire. She went over to her neighbors house, Antoniette. Then while she knocked someone opened the door, a tall skinny lady with pale skin and dark hair. "Who are you?" Asked Janet. "I'm Avoca, Antonitte's sister. Why are tu here?!!?" dicho the stranger in a negative cold voice. "I, I just wanted to see Antoniette." dicho Janet. "She's over this way follow me." dicho Avoca, motioning Janet to come inside. "I like your... fake fangs." dicho Janet. "Umm, yeah... fake fangs." dicho Avoca, sarcastically. "She's in there." dicho Avoca, with a slight smile. "Antoniette! Some girl named Janet wants you!" Screamed Avoca. "Ugh whoever this perra is send her back to wherever she came!" dicho Antoniette. "Look, Antoniette, I don't give a shit!" dicho Avoca. "Wow, tu use some bad language!" dicho Janet. "In this house, it's considered normal." dicho Avoca. "FINE! Just send this Janet girl in here!" dicho Antoniette. Avoca, nervously opened the door and threw Janet in. "Good luck!" Avoca yelled. "Oh hell, did tu have to ruin our date??" dicho Darth, who appears to be Antoniette's boyfriend. "Sorry!" dicho Janet. "I just wanted to know, I just moved in and, is there any bus nearby because I..." "Shut up!" Screamed Antoniette. "Or I'll suck the blood out of you!" "What??" dicho Janet, in shock. "Yeah That's right, I'm a vampire, so is Darth, and Avoca!" "Oh hell, so they were REAL fangs!" dicho Janet, still in shock. "Yeah, just get the fuck out of here so we can finish our date!" dicho Darth. "Yeah, I should really get the hell outta here!" dicho Janet. "And then tell mom!"
LIKE IT?? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2: MADE BY: MY 23 año OLD SISTER: ANNE. RATED MATURE-17
Her siguiente door neighbor, is a vampire. She went over to her neighbors house, Antoniette. Then while she knocked someone opened the door, a tall skinny lady with pale skin and dark hair. "Who are you?" Asked Janet. "I'm Avoca, Antonitte's sister. Why are tu here?!!?" dicho the stranger in a negative cold voice. "I, I just wanted to see Antoniette." dicho Janet. "She's over this way follow me." dicho Avoca, motioning Janet to come inside. "I like your... fake fangs." dicho Janet. "Umm, yeah... fake fangs." dicho Avoca, sarcastically. "She's in there." dicho Avoca, with a slight smile. "Antoniette! Some girl named Janet wants you!" Screamed Avoca. "Ugh whoever this perra is send her back to wherever she came!" dicho Antoniette. "Look, Antoniette, I don't give a shit!" dicho Avoca. "Wow, tu use some bad language!" dicho Janet. "In this house, it's considered normal." dicho Avoca. "FINE! Just send this Janet girl in here!" dicho Antoniette. Avoca, nervously opened the door and threw Janet in. "Good luck!" Avoca yelled. "Oh hell, did tu have to ruin our date??" dicho Darth, who appears to be Antoniette's boyfriend. "Sorry!" dicho Janet. "I just wanted to know, I just moved in and, is there any bus nearby because I..." "Shut up!" Screamed Antoniette. "Or I'll suck the blood out of you!" "What??" dicho Janet, in shock. "Yeah That's right, I'm a vampire, so is Darth, and Avoca!" "Oh hell, so they were REAL fangs!" dicho Janet, still in shock. "Yeah, just get the fuck out of here so we can finish our date!" dicho Darth. "Yeah, I should really get the hell outta here!" dicho Janet. "And then tell mom!"
LIKE IT?? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2: MADE BY: MY 23 año OLD SISTER: ANNE. RATED MATURE-17
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.
