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DustDusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
Mommy loved...Alright, we're going to go visit Mommy.
Why are we going?
Because it would mean a lot to her. She loved you.
No, she didn't.
How can you say that?
Because it's true. If she loved us, she wouldn't have left us.
That's not fair. She had a problem. She tried to give it up.
But she didn't. She loved the pills more than us. That's why she left.
Sad love and a wish I heard her sniffles;
She tried to hold back,
But I could still hear her
And it made me sad.
Why did she cry?
I didn't want to ask,
Because I knew if I do,
She would only get mad.
I wonder if their love
Has faded away over the years
And now I'm really scared
Whenever they fight.
I knew they often fought
About me being useless,
But now they fight with each other.
Why? I don't know.
I once was really worried
When she had a breakdown;
I couldn't find her in the house,
But she only went out with the dog.
I thought I acted foolish
While others said I didn't
And what I showed with this
Was just how much I care for her.
I often think what would happen,
If their fights go out of control,
Will our family be split into two?
Or will everything be harmonic
Like it was before?
I wonder if their love
Can still be repaired,
And if so, I truly wish
That they could be happy once more.
'F' Wordfor grandmother with
her acid tongue
burning away our
for grandfather with his
for uncle, the gambler
for father with
for mother, anxious,
I love you.
Differences between a boy and a man:Boys play house. Men build homes.
Boys shack up. Men get married.
Boys make babies. Men raise children.
A boy won't raise his own child.
A man will raise his and someone else's.
Boys invent excuses for failure.
Men produce strategies for success.
Boys look for somebody to take care of them.
Men look for someone to take care of.
Boys seek popularity.
Men earn respect by knowing how to give it.
Boys quit and walk away when things get hard.
Men will promise to love you through it all.
Be the best man, best husband, and best father.
I feel like I am a shadowI have these questions in my head.
Like what do other people think about me. Every year, day, second,
hour, and minuet I feel like I am a shadow of every
Chipping the Old BlockChipping the Old Block
For my father
"That kid is a chip off the old block," my mother would say
Is heredity true?
Look at my life until today
I have my share of worrying
I have learned to care
But I remember that he used to say
We must laugh at life or go mad
Perhaps I've flipped already
But I laugh out loud each night
Am I mad? Maybe
But I enjoy it, and enjoy life.
coca-colawe drink from old cups chipped and cracked
we drink the ocean spray
and what the sea salt missed and lacked
we make up with Nestlé
we murder lazy afternoons
with Disney movie dubs
you liked the one with the balloons
i liked the lion ones
you cook me all my favorite soups
tomato stew to lentils
i watch the steam's curling loops
and hear your laughter's echoes
it's time for rest, you walk to bed
forgot to say goodnight
knock on your door, let myself in
and make your wrong a right
You and IYou and I
You my dad I your daughter
Me and you been so much together
I would go anywhere with you
I would do anything for you
You made me laugh, cry and sometimes both.
You meant a lot to me
I would always tell you about my day...and you would listen
You funny faces, jokes and ways how i miss those
Then on December 11th i came home to see you asleep....only to know later you were dead....
Oh dad i've changed....and I forgot things to your funny voice, your serious face...
I could go on forever on how much....you mean to me
Your little girl-Tedesha
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