These are for my dad who died almost exactly 12 years ago.
I don't know if it's any good.
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I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special Tag
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my herz
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still hope.
It helps me to get through every Tag
Because every Tag that passes
Brings me closer to you.
Picture of you
The mirror broke
Unbelieving I’m staring at the spread shards,
Just a teilt, split Sekunde Vor it has been whole
And now it’s wrecked.
Your image…
Gone
It’s troublesomely to pick them up again.
The sharp edges cut my fingertips.
I don’t care.
That bit of blood and whit of pain
Is nothing compared to what I’ve lost.
So it seems like a fair trade to me.
A part of my life as an offset to yours.
And so I watch it go with certainty
That it won’t return
But that it won’t kill me either.
My blood…and my loss.
It can only get better.
oder maybe not.
Sometimes
Sometimes I would like to ask Du
If Du knew…
What Du did.
If Du were aware that it would make me numb
That it would make joy my enemy.
If Du knew…
Sometimes I just would like to ask you.
I don't know if it's any good.
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I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special Tag
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my herz
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still hope.
It helps me to get through every Tag
Because every Tag that passes
Brings me closer to you.
Picture of you
The mirror broke
Unbelieving I’m staring at the spread shards,
Just a teilt, split Sekunde Vor it has been whole
And now it’s wrecked.
Your image…
Gone
It’s troublesomely to pick them up again.
The sharp edges cut my fingertips.
I don’t care.
That bit of blood and whit of pain
Is nothing compared to what I’ve lost.
So it seems like a fair trade to me.
A part of my life as an offset to yours.
And so I watch it go with certainty
That it won’t return
But that it won’t kill me either.
My blood…and my loss.
It can only get better.
oder maybe not.
Sometimes
Sometimes I would like to ask Du
If Du knew…
What Du did.
If Du were aware that it would make me numb
That it would make joy my enemy.
If Du knew…
Sometimes I just would like to ask you.
Once i was having a Tag dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 Jahr old was Schreiben a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Du doing here?," she asked. "I Liebe the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Du guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came Von the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came Von the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a Fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, Von Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Liebe with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present Tag New York, 13 Jahr old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced Von a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed Mehr often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Liebe with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present Tag New York, 13 Jahr old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced Von a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed Mehr often. But is that really best?