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1. Cold pizza
It was a cold and rainy day in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed by the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had said her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood a small boy with a MP3 player whose music she could also hear without earphone. Helena saw impatiently for her clock and hoped imploringly that her mother at least food had made, because she was in starving.
When she came after 15 endlessly appearing minutes, finally, in the right station, it ran to the kindergarten. In the small playground behind the kindergarten already waited Veronica. She was Allisons a group leader. Although Helena found this name incredibly ridiculous.
„ Hello Helena. Allison is with the swings.“ if she welcomed Veronica. Helena looked behind the largely grown young woman and discovered Allison with the brightly painted swings. Then she shouted: „Allison, come please.“
The small girl turned round upon the known voice and her brown hair twisted to plaits whirled. She got up and ran to her sister. „Hello, I is hungry! What gives to eat it?“ Helena had to laugh. This was the first question her Allison every day it put if they saw themselves.
Helena took her small sister in the hand and went with her to the U platform.
„Do we go first home or immediately to Matty?“ Allison saw with theirs to radiant green eyes directly in Helenas face. “First home. Nevertheless, you are hungry or? Then we visit Matthew.“ Allison nodded. The both waited to the right underground came.
Allison loved the journey with them. Helena amuses this only. She found it sweet like her small sister about such a thing simpleton could be glad. But Allison was also only 4 years old.
When they, finally, in the right station came Allison did not want to go, but Helena raised them simply and Allison laughed. The both went for two blocks to them with the skyscraper came in which her flat was. The both went with the lift in the 5th floor and Helena opened the door.
Allison threw plush backpack to theirs mauve in one tilts and ran in the sitting room to her television.
Helena went to the kitchen and saw immediately him luminous, yellow note slip of paper with a magnet was fastened to the fridge. Stood on it:
Are with Matthew. Food is in the microwave. Mum & Dad.
Helena knew these slips of paper to is enough. She opened the microwave and saw the pizza which it had ordered yesterday. She shook the head and slammed the small door.
„What is wrong?“ Helena turned round and noted Allison behind her stood. „Nothing, but we have to eat only old pizza. Should I make to myself something else?“ Still during them these words she also pronounced regretted it. Since there was only one court Allison at the moment loved. "Spaghetti".
Helena put a pot with water on the cooker and looked in the fridge for tomatoes. When she had found, finally, which, she cut them him small pieces and threw them in a pot with some tomato juice. While everything cooked, Helena took the phone and called on the phone of her mother.
„Young Marina.“ „Hey, Mum. Thank you for the pizza.“ Helena said which in the most sarcastic tone she had on it. „I am sorry Helena, it, but I had to go to Matthew and had to cook no time something. And your father is also work I imagined you could eat the pizza.“ „Then you have wrong thought. I make just spaghetti. The fact that the next spot you ask me.“ „I am sorry that I must be with your brother.“ Slowly Marina became furious. Then Helena simply hung up.
When Allison came again from the sitting room, the table was covered and on the plates was food. Allison smiled and sat down on one of the wooden chairs. „Why you have argued with mummy?“ Helena looked at Allison and said on it: „Today I wanted no pizza. Only so. And I have disturbed them. And because often is in such a way, I have shouted at them.“
Helena could not say her small sister that it it sorry was to be played her spare mother. To cook for them over and over again.
For it she loved Allison too much. She could not say this. And her mother already not at all. It would not even become to her to hear.
After food Helena rinsed the dishes and Allison handled in her room to play with her dolls. She loved them. Helena could only smile at this.
While she put away just the last glasses, the phone rang.
„Here Young.“ „Helena, I am it. Your good, old friend Ella. Do you still remember me? I do not know, it is so long.“ „Ella, hear please on theatre to play. This is not witty. I just had no time.“ „This was also not meant wittily. And which you no time had I know. Do we go shopping today?“
Helena sighed. She did not want to disappoint Ella. The both had already been since the kindergarten the best friends.
However, this sigh knew immediately what Ella had to mean.
„You do not come or?“ Ellas voice was cold and something was embittered. She was used that Helena had no time.
„Allison and I go after to Matty in the hospital. And I would see with pleasure once again my mother.“ „Do you not believe yourself like Allisons mother?“ Helena did not know what she should say. Ella was right.With all what she said. But Helena did not want to add this.
„Something. But I would like to visit Matthew. He is already so long in the hospital. He is surely lonesome. And he will be glad if we visit him. You could come along. If you want.“ At the other end of the telephone line Ella shook the head.
„. I am not able to do this. Is sorry me. Then tomorrow we see ourselves at school.“ „Yes, till tomorrow.“ Then Ella hung up.
Helena was all at once so furiously them one of the glasses which stood on the white plastic shelve, with full force on the ground threw. She was so furious. Not on Ella, or Allison, not even on her mother. Only on itself.
Helena turned the shards away with a broom and then got Allison from her room.
„Allison, we go. Dress please your jacket.“ „, But I do not want yet.“ The small girl sat just before her doll house and pulled one of letting off a silver glittering dress.
Helena raised her sister and carried them to the cloakroom. There she drew Allison a poison-green, thickly upholstered jacket. Helena himself stretched fast theirs tiefs
1. Cold pizza
It was a cold and rainy day in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed by the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had said her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood a small boy with a MP3 player whose music she could also hear without earphone. Helena saw impatiently for her clock and hoped imploringly that her mother at least food had made, because she was in starving.
When she came after 15 endlessly appearing minutes, finally, in the right station, it ran to the kindergarten. In the small playground behind the kindergarten already waited Veronica. She was Allisons a group leader. Although Helena found this name incredibly ridiculous.
„ Hello Helena. Allison is with the swings.“ if she welcomed Veronica. Helena looked behind the largely grown young woman and discovered Allison with the brightly painted swings. Then she shouted: „Allison, come please.“
The small girl turned round upon the known voice and her brown hair twisted to plaits whirled. She got up and ran to her sister. „Hello, I is hungry! What gives to eat it?“ Helena had to laugh. This was the first question her Allison every day it put if they saw themselves.
Helena took her small sister in the hand and went with her to the U platform.
„Do we go first home or immediately to Matty?“ Allison saw with theirs to radiant green eyes directly in Helenas face. “First home. Nevertheless, you are hungry or? Then we visit Matthew.“ Allison nodded. The both waited to the right underground came.
Allison loved the journey with them. Helena amuses this only. She found it sweet like her small sister about such a thing simpleton could be glad. But Allison was also only 4 years old.
When they, finally, in the right station came Allison did not want to go, but Helena raised them simply and Allison laughed. The both went for two blocks to them with the skyscraper came in which her flat was. The both went with the lift in the 5th floor and Helena opened the door.
Allison threw plush backpack to theirs mauve in one tilts and ran in the sitting room to her television.
Helena went to the kitchen and saw immediately him luminous, yellow note slip of paper with a magnet was fastened to the fridge. Stood on it:
Are with Matthew. Food is in the microwave. Mum & Dad.
Helena knew these slips of paper to is enough. She opened the microwave and saw the pizza which it had ordered yesterday. She shook the head and slammed the small door.
„What is wrong?“ Helena turned round and noted Allison behind her stood. „Nothing, but we have to eat only old pizza. Should I make to myself something else?“ Still during them these words she also pronounced regretted it. Since there was only one court Allison at the moment loved. "Spaghetti".
Helena put a pot with water on the cooker and looked in the fridge for tomatoes. When she had found, finally, which, she cut them him small pieces and threw them in a pot with some tomato juice. While everything cooked, Helena took the phone and called on the phone of her mother.
„Young Marina.“ „Hey, Mum. Thank you for the pizza.“ Helena said which in the most sarcastic tone she had on it. „I am sorry Helena, it, but I had to go to Matthew and had to cook no time something. And your father is also work I imagined you could eat the pizza.“ „Then you have wrong thought. I make just spaghetti. The fact that the next spot you ask me.“ „I am sorry that I must be with your brother.“ Slowly Marina became furious. Then Helena simply hung up.
When Allison came again from the sitting room, the table was covered and on the plates was food. Allison smiled and sat down on one of the wooden chairs. „Why you have argued with mummy?“ Helena looked at Allison and said on it: „Today I wanted no pizza. Only so. And I have disturbed them. And because often is in such a way, I have shouted at them.“
Helena could not say her small sister that it it sorry was to be played her spare mother. To cook for them over and over again.
For it she loved Allison too much. She could not say this. And her mother already not at all. It would not even become to her to hear.
After food Helena rinsed the dishes and Allison handled in her room to play with her dolls. She loved them. Helena could only smile at this.
While she put away just the last glasses, the phone rang.
„Here Young.“ „Helena, I am it. Your good, old friend Ella. Do you still remember me? I do not know, it is so long.“ „Ella, hear please on theatre to play. This is not witty. I just had no time.“ „This was also not meant wittily. And which you no time had I know. Do we go shopping today?“
Helena sighed. She did not want to disappoint Ella. The both had already been since the kindergarten the best friends.
However, this sigh knew immediately what Ella had to mean.
„You do not come or?“ Ellas voice was cold and something was embittered. She was used that Helena had no time.
„Allison and I go after to Matty in the hospital. And I would see with pleasure once again my mother.“ „Do you not believe yourself like Allisons mother?“ Helena did not know what she should say. Ella was right.With all what she said. But Helena did not want to add this.
„Something. But I would like to visit Matthew. He is already so long in the hospital. He is surely lonesome. And he will be glad if we visit him. You could come along. If you want.“ At the other end of the telephone line Ella shook the head.
„. I am not able to do this. Is sorry me. Then tomorrow we see ourselves at school.“ „Yes, till tomorrow.“ Then Ella hung up.
Helena was all at once so furiously them one of the glasses which stood on the white plastic shelve, with full force on the ground threw. She was so furious. Not on Ella, or Allison, not even on her mother. Only on itself.
Helena turned the shards away with a broom and then got Allison from her room.
„Allison, we go. Dress please your jacket.“ „, But I do not want yet.“ The small girl sat just before her doll house and pulled one of letting off a silver glittering dress.
Helena raised her sister and carried them to the cloakroom. There she drew Allison a poison-green, thickly upholstered jacket. Helena himself stretched fast theirs tiefs
Hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
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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 seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you 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 you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds in hell.
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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 seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you 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 you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds 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 hill
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
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 hill
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 bitch die, bitchy whore. That last comment 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 said roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love you Janet. I don't know who wrote you love poem rhyme thing but I love you too!
Is It True You Lie?
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You 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
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You 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 fire red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you 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 you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you 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 you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?