When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain is our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain is our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions awan every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different selanjutnya time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions awan every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different selanjutnya time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! atau trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hey there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. anda got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are anda sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: anda wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 lebih hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see anda later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I cinta U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! atau trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hey there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. anda got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are anda sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: anda wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 lebih hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see anda later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I cinta U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i cinta you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But anda 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 anda stayed.
The child in me, from the times anda loved me.
The debt anda owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time anda spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that anda are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when anda apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But anda 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 anda stayed.
The child in me, from the times anda loved me.
The debt anda owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time anda spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that anda are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when anda apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what anda think of it, please?
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Have anda felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until anda burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! anda will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have anda felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until anda burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! anda will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.