Siblings fight.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated Du like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made Du cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt Du like a messer in the heart?
What if the sibling made Du nearly burst into sadness every time Du see them?
What if the sibling caused Du to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated Du like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made Du cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt Du like a messer in the heart?
What if the sibling made Du nearly burst into sadness every time Du see them?
What if the sibling caused Du to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing Mehr people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen Jahr old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen Jahr old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen Jahr old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants Du to do something,
oder be something
That sometimes Du don’t want to be?
They are those!
Du know them!
Du probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect Du to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Du don’t want to take.
They are those who expect Du to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Du prefer to be small and humble.
But do Du think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since Du were born,
Came up with a path for Du in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.