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.:A Humble Present to You:.
My sister and my best friend, and
A shoulder to lean on when I'm blue.
Listen to my humble poetic gift
I made especially just for you.
Greatest thing that has ever happened to me
A best friend that I never knew I could have.
You are the second family I have outside my own,
A cute and intelligent sister, kind and funny friend at that.
Never let our friendship fade, rather let it
Grow as we continue to age on and on.
Be there a problem or any obstacle, you
Always have us, your family and friends to cheer you on.
To my dearest friend, who I've known for nearly a decade,
I wish you the best of memories of this special day.
My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?
We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?
Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family
Pytanie bez odpowiedzi...Niepisane sny, niemalowane drogi
Niewyśpiewane słowa, bez magii zaklęcia
Skrzydła bez chęci lotu i bez grzechu rogi
Pachną jak lasy bezdrzewne, bez ciepła objęcia
To jak pieśń bez głosu, gitara bez strun
Bez gryfu, bez kluczy, bez muzyki kształtu
To jakby pismo wikingów nie składało się z run!
Tak, jakbyś chciał dokonać ma muzyce gwałtu...
To pachnie tańcem bez kroków, bez rytmu i tancerzy
To dmie wiatrem bez wiatru, kaleczy górą bez szczytu
Jakby się bazyliszek do nas bez swoich kłów szczerzył
My Hours streched liked the nights sky.
Memory, runs its fingers through my hair;
A welcome pain over throws this body,
My sorrows lasting effect!
The past feeds my growing darkness.
I will for it to change me;
To feel it work upon my mind.
To create something, wholly original.
Secrets burn inside me, like coals.
I know I can never let go of;
A piece of me which can't be seperate.
It threatens to finish my existence.
Striving to mergre two personas;
The cliche' of light and dark.
I ask a single question;
With whom should I, Identify?!
To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.
Wood and BarkThe crow killed the tree,
The tree cried while crashing,
The emotions became an arrow,
The bow broke in two,
It became a log cabin,
The black fire made it rust,
The wood walked away...
The WriterThe ideas of darkness,
The poetic inspiration of lights,
The artistic merit came easy,
Average cliches came into two or three poems,
Poetic terms used every second,
The writer stopped thinking.
Pools Of LightA flock of black birds,
A black diving suit looking honorable,
A judge's robe being laid on a table,
A black panther looking mysterious,
Fingernails on a black board,
Black skies showing sadness,
Black bottles being arranged in a circle,
Black arrows showing a point of grief,
Black flashlights reflecting the past,
The black scream in a puddle of light.
A FriendThe subject of words never came close,
Young years was the talking and laughter,
Recently we would just look but no
words came to mind.
We would never quarrel,
We would never talk,
We had separate life's but things
always held us by,
We shared some feelings,
We were both innocent,
All I wanted to say was good
luck but courage never came.
I wanted to live a separate
but feelings for her remained
in my mind.
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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