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right. ohkay. my best friend is dying. but in some way i knew it was going to happen. through my poems :S yu may b like urgh heres a fuking fake goodbye but please im not joking! HELP ME! :'(

ohkay, i wrote this poem a hari before my frend started akting weirdly and another a hari before she found out she had pancreas cancer.

poem number one:
Closest of strangers,
Time takes it's toll
Keep close to your loved one before they can fall.
No lebih of the laughter
Only the clock ticks away
Ever so slowly the thread shall fray
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly their smile fades away.


poem number two:
Nearer and nearer death comes along
Through the path where it doesn't belong
Don't waste your time
Keep close and shine
Be there until their Smile is long gone.



:( im not faking, PLEASE tell me what is happening to me. :( i gtg Livane's waking up.
posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists atau pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand kata kunci atau Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. anda could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one oleh cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human atau an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of menulis I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two menit ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the puncak, atas of a gargoyle wearing a white kemeja with a black mantel over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up anda saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As anda closed in on the man’s face anda saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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hey guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem menulis path. Well hope anda like it, and please, if possible, add a komentar saying what anda think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants anda to do something,
atau be something
That sometimes anda don’t want to be?

They are those!
anda know them!
anda probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect anda to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda don’t want to take.

They are those who expect anda to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda prefer to be small and humble.

But do anda think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since anda were born,
Came up with a path for anda in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer atau strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. anda only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives anda insane, anda try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and anda got hurt every time, yeah anda still in pain,
and it ain't the same, anda all tense around them,
and lebih anger do anda gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and anda sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black kutang, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork oleh me
Artwork by me
Who are anda to judge?
Sitting right where anda are
anda have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda are nothing to me
No matter how anda try

What do anda care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda don't know me
No matter how anda try

Why are anda here?
anda know I don't want you
I told anda to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
anda can't mold me
No matter how anda try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by JaCoB_LoVeR_26
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. atau a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. anda were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's atau undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But anda bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. anda wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.
posted by JuneLynn
Waking up to the sound of my parent’s shouting I got up to change. Looking out the window, I saw the world was bright and colorful. Many would think it the best time of the hari but to me it was the gloomiest time of all. It was the same thing every morning my parents would wake me due to their constant arguments, going to school, and returning back home. Life I felt was just plain boring.

This morning, was no exception because my parents were picking at each other again. I crept into the dapur to get some breakfast. What I saw was horrifying; the dapur was a total mess. Nothing was in...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Chapter 1: the first meeting
I was remembering the first time I was trying to hide from my only enemy…..Damien I was running away from him for 160 years but he never gave up chasing me. My life is a living hell every little thing made me fear for no reason it’s just the part of the curse I can’t control it…….
-Bella
Angela asked worried I looked at her
-yeah?
-Nothing I was just worried, anda were starring there for, I don’t know half an hour!
-oh I'm sorry I was just remembering things
-ok, do anda want to talk about it?
-no I'm fine
-ok so I…um..i mean… we were wondering if anda wanted...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
Chiron was happy to see us back unharmed. Maybel kept staring at me evilly when I was around Tyler (witch was a lot). We were one of the camp couples. Jose told me he liked sherry from Aphrodite’s cabin. She had dark red hair that shined, tan skin and light blue eyes. She had a boyfriend but Jose was sure shed dump him. That night I had the same dream but it was sort of different. “Sorry I haven’t told anda my name daughter I hate these interruptions.” he said. “It’s ok now can anda tell me who anda are?” I berkata this started to irritate me. “Of curse I’m Hades and I sent you...
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posted by ashesandwine
Ok, sorry for not menulis lebih sooner but I wasn't home! Ok... so thanks to patrisha727 for the help...
Thanks to Emmett4ever as always for that first push...
And thanks to everyone for the support...



"Daniel's POV"


I'll wait for you... I promised anda that, I promised myself that and I'm keeping my promise... But, please, find a way to let me know that anda are all right...
Find a way to keep my hope up...



I staied halaman awal for three days... Waiting for any letter from her. I just needed to know that she was safe...
I never went down, unless for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I hadn't talk to my father...
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A/N: And now the few of the good and many of the bad and the ugly moments begin!! :-)

Chapter Twenty

Jamie groaned loudly when she woke up on her tempat tidur with a blanket over her body and was suffering the nastiest hangover she ever experienced since the Marine Ball she went with Michael almost two years expect that Michael isn’t there. He’s still in California, probably packing his things and heading to the airport and flies his way halaman awal today to be with his wife and three kids. From thinking about him, Jamie felt like she’s about to run over to the nearby bathroom and puke into either the...
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posted by marissa
 “What do anda want me to do… repent atau something?”
“What do you want me to do… repent or something?”
Chapter Four:

Jeremy:

    
“Yeah, right.”
    
“It’s the truth,” Benny said, holding up his hands to tampil that his fingers weren’t crossed.
    
“Whatever anda say, man.”
    
Benny thought for a moment. He had just let Jeremy Greene, a twenty-one-year-old mechanic on his way to visit his girlfriend, in on the fact that he was God.
    
“Okay, don’t believe me, that’s fine. I’m used to it, really,” Benny berkata with a laugh. “But, humour me.”
    
Jeremy huffed,...
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There was a carnival in town that week, and I decided I wanted to go. I called up my best friend Alysa and asked her if she wanted to go with me. She thought it sounded like fun, too, so we met at the entrance of Le papillon (that’s French for ‘the butterfly’) at ten in the morning that day.
    We rode ride after ride until we couldn’t walk a straight line anymore, then collapsed on a bench. It took a couple of tries before my bottom hit the bench, but when it finally did, I laughed so hard that I toppled off the bench and into the prickly bushes. It hurt, but I...
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posted by harold
Abel finally made it to the coast just before sundown. oleh the time he'd used the restroom and grabbed a bite to eat at the local burger joint, the dusk was so dark that stars were already pricking the night sky.

Cece had berkata she'd meet him at the beach, and he hoped he wasn't too late; she'd sounded excited on the phone, which he'd interpreted as eagerness. Ditching work at the first opportunity, Abel had jumped in his car and started driving. Frustrated at not finding her, Abel chided himself for his idiotic rush to meet his ex-girlfriend as he redialed her number...no response, not even...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

"Your girlfriend called. She wanted to talk to you," Jason said.

I pushed past him and grabbed the phone. I punched in the correct numbers and Serena picked up on the first ring. She sounded as if she'd been crying.

"Are anda alone?" she asked.
"Yes," I glanced at Jason's retreating form. He was going to bola basket practice.
"It's important," she said, hesitantly.
"You can tell me," I said, patiently.
"God, I'm scared," she whispered.
"Of what?"

Suddenly, she screamed into the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's moving," she whispered again, sounding panicked.
"What is, Serena?" I probably...
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