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January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My Essen is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Lost her mantel and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on oben, nach oben of it. I sit at a baum trunk, with Du on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My Essen is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Lost her mantel and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on oben, nach oben of it. I sit at a baum trunk, with Du on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Du enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Du would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat Von his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Weiter time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Du enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Du would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat Von his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Weiter time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two Von fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Liebe to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the Rosen are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two Von fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Liebe to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the Rosen are dying
I remember the times of the i Liebe you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
