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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the Sekunden of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Du should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Du do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three Mehr seconds, gone, like that,
Did Du use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these Sekunden in hell.

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 hügel
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 hündin die, bitchy whore. That last Kommentar 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 sagte Rosen are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if Du want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Liebe Du Janet. I don't know who wrote Du Liebe poem rhyme thing but I Liebe Du too!

Is It True Du Lie?
Is It True Du Hate Me?
Is It True Du Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Du Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Du Like Me Crying?
Is It True Du Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Du Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Du Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Du Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Du Let Me Call Du My True Bestfriend When Du 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 feuer red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why Du are
mad at me.

Why Du 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 Du are mad.

Why do Du have to do
what Du do to me?
Why does it give Du
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant Du 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 Von blood, then Von 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, Du ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time Schreiben in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.

jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a rosa hemd, shirt and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom

"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Du have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Du wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.