It was three o’clock on a Friday and the bel, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my buku in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could anda come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. anda would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her meja tulis, meja trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted anda to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want anda to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank anda and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see anda tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten menit at the most. It was a pretty warm hari in April. A nice to hari to have a picnic atau something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one hari she’ll find the right person for her. That one hari seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy rumput and a big oak pohon on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are anda off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating jam was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to anda too,” she responded. I sat on the dipan, sofa and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a tanggal with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied lebih mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while anda gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and nasi, beras on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could anda get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I berkata to myself. I went and opened the door.
“Oh wait, Alisa could anda come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. anda would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her meja tulis, meja trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted anda to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want anda to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank anda and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see anda tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten menit at the most. It was a pretty warm hari in April. A nice to hari to have a picnic atau something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one hari she’ll find the right person for her. That one hari seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy rumput and a big oak pohon on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are anda off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating jam was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to anda too,” she responded. I sat on the dipan, sofa and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a tanggal with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied lebih mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while anda gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and nasi, beras on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could anda get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I berkata to myself. I went and opened the door.
Your jantung is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing oleh you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
anda are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times anda told everything-
It was a lie, I cinta anda became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. anda probably cannot pindah away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing oleh you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
anda are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times anda told everything-
It was a lie, I cinta anda became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. anda probably cannot pindah away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
anda can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But anda and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though anda are not with me,
I can feel anda with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That anda are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
anda are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
anda can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But anda and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though anda are not with me,
I can feel anda with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That anda are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
anda are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of anda may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
atau even my worst enemies.
This tahun I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
atau even my worst enemies.
This tahun I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 buku I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually membaca it!!!One hari i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
oleh AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but anda are always there
in her way.
anda scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
anda laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick oleh my friends. Help stop bullying!