Elizabeth woke-up, and looked around the room. She sat up, and pushed her hair back groggily. She looked over beside her-Wyatt was missing. She looked all around the room, and still couldn’t find him. Then, she heard voices on the other side of the door.
The door opened, and Wyatt walked in, with Xavier behind him.
“Oh, did I wake you?” asked Wyatt. Xavier stood behind him, staring at her.
“No, I just got up a मिनट ago,” कहा Elizabeth.
“Okay, good. Well, we need to go dress shopping, the warlock way,” कहा Wyatt.
“Okay,” Elizabeth कहा sliding off the tall bed. When her feet hit the floor, she slid backward, and fell. Almost as soon as her butt hit the floor, Xavier was beside of her, helping her up. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” कहा Xavier.
“Well, Lizybeth, and I have some work to do, so if आप will excuse us,” Wyatt कहा looking at Xavier.
“Of course, I will get out of your way,” कहा Xavier. He left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Now that he’s gone, आप need to get on your cloudy गॉथिक face, so we can go dress shopping,” कहा Wyatt looking at Elizabeth dismayingly.
“I don’t have my make-up, या hair products,” Elizabeth sniffed.
“I got it from the house. It’s the first drawer on the right. And your clothes are in that closet over there,” Wyatt कहा pointing at the closet.
“Okay, thanks. Shouldn’t आप get ready, too?” asked Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry, I will,” कहा Wyatt. He walked out of the room without another word. Elizabeth opened up the closet door, and looked at her selection.
She finally decided on a pair of tight black pants, a thin white shirt, and black sneakers. She put on some dark eyeliner. Elizabeth decided not to put concealer on today. She didn’t want to hide anything from the Temple members, for, she would be living with them for a while.
Elizabeth fluffed up her hair, and went downstairs. She saw Lucifer standing at the corner of the hallway. He looked at her.
“Hey,” was all he said.
“Hey,” she कहा in response. He walked over to her, and took her hand. He flipped it over to look at her wrist.
“So, does it hurt-cutting yourself, I mean,” Lucifer studied her wrist.
“Sometimes, it really depends on what आप use, though. Razors, not that bad. Scissors, ouch,” Elizabeth watched him.
“Why do आप do it?” asked Lucifer, playing with her small hand.
“I had depression, and it’s just a habit I picked up from that. And when I get upset, या mental pain flares, I feel the need,” she explained.
“Mental pain?” Lucifer asked starring into her eyes. She could tell he was worried.
“I don’t want to bore you-” she was cut off द्वारा Lucifer.
“If I get bored आप will know.”
“Well, I was abandoned द्वारा my father-who I suspect is a demon-as a baby. I had a drunk for a mother. She barely knew I existed, and she was never around. I’ve lived with Wyatt on and off since I was eight. I met his parents once when I was eight, but now I suspect they were decoys. Probably other warlocks. I figured they were only off during night shift, but now I know he is a reborn warlock. He didn’t have parents for me to meet.
“And, because of all the hurt I’ve gotten from other people. I’ve gotten good at pretending I’m fine when it really hurts me inside. I usually get hurt when I pretend to long,” explained Elizabeth.
“But still…I don’t understand why-” कहा Lucifer.
“I don’t understand either, but I feel the need to do it; so I do…” Elizabeth trailed off.
“Do आप ever think about suicide?” asked Lucifer.
“Probably और than I should,” Elizabeth laughed humorlessly.
“Well, I don’t care what आप do just don’t hurt yourself-for Wyatt’s sake if nothing else,” Lucifer mumbled, looking around nervously. Elizabeth suspected he was hiding something, but she ignored it.
“Are आप ready?” Wyatt popped into the hallway behind Elizabeth.
“Umm, yeah. I’m ready when आप are,” she said.
“Well, quit flirting, and let’s go shopping,” he कहा excitedly, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward the Temple’s door with a big smile. Elizabeth waved to Lucifer, and stumbled after Wyatt, laughing.
The door opened, and Wyatt walked in, with Xavier behind him.
“Oh, did I wake you?” asked Wyatt. Xavier stood behind him, staring at her.
“No, I just got up a मिनट ago,” कहा Elizabeth.
“Okay, good. Well, we need to go dress shopping, the warlock way,” कहा Wyatt.
“Okay,” Elizabeth कहा sliding off the tall bed. When her feet hit the floor, she slid backward, and fell. Almost as soon as her butt hit the floor, Xavier was beside of her, helping her up. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” कहा Xavier.
“Well, Lizybeth, and I have some work to do, so if आप will excuse us,” Wyatt कहा looking at Xavier.
“Of course, I will get out of your way,” कहा Xavier. He left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Now that he’s gone, आप need to get on your cloudy गॉथिक face, so we can go dress shopping,” कहा Wyatt looking at Elizabeth dismayingly.
“I don’t have my make-up, या hair products,” Elizabeth sniffed.
“I got it from the house. It’s the first drawer on the right. And your clothes are in that closet over there,” Wyatt कहा pointing at the closet.
“Okay, thanks. Shouldn’t आप get ready, too?” asked Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry, I will,” कहा Wyatt. He walked out of the room without another word. Elizabeth opened up the closet door, and looked at her selection.
She finally decided on a pair of tight black pants, a thin white shirt, and black sneakers. She put on some dark eyeliner. Elizabeth decided not to put concealer on today. She didn’t want to hide anything from the Temple members, for, she would be living with them for a while.
Elizabeth fluffed up her hair, and went downstairs. She saw Lucifer standing at the corner of the hallway. He looked at her.
“Hey,” was all he said.
“Hey,” she कहा in response. He walked over to her, and took her hand. He flipped it over to look at her wrist.
“So, does it hurt-cutting yourself, I mean,” Lucifer studied her wrist.
“Sometimes, it really depends on what आप use, though. Razors, not that bad. Scissors, ouch,” Elizabeth watched him.
“Why do आप do it?” asked Lucifer, playing with her small hand.
“I had depression, and it’s just a habit I picked up from that. And when I get upset, या mental pain flares, I feel the need,” she explained.
“Mental pain?” Lucifer asked starring into her eyes. She could tell he was worried.
“I don’t want to bore you-” she was cut off द्वारा Lucifer.
“If I get bored आप will know.”
“Well, I was abandoned द्वारा my father-who I suspect is a demon-as a baby. I had a drunk for a mother. She barely knew I existed, and she was never around. I’ve lived with Wyatt on and off since I was eight. I met his parents once when I was eight, but now I suspect they were decoys. Probably other warlocks. I figured they were only off during night shift, but now I know he is a reborn warlock. He didn’t have parents for me to meet.
“And, because of all the hurt I’ve gotten from other people. I’ve gotten good at pretending I’m fine when it really hurts me inside. I usually get hurt when I pretend to long,” explained Elizabeth.
“But still…I don’t understand why-” कहा Lucifer.
“I don’t understand either, but I feel the need to do it; so I do…” Elizabeth trailed off.
“Do आप ever think about suicide?” asked Lucifer.
“Probably और than I should,” Elizabeth laughed humorlessly.
“Well, I don’t care what आप do just don’t hurt yourself-for Wyatt’s sake if nothing else,” Lucifer mumbled, looking around nervously. Elizabeth suspected he was hiding something, but she ignored it.
“Are आप ready?” Wyatt popped into the hallway behind Elizabeth.
“Umm, yeah. I’m ready when आप are,” she said.
“Well, quit flirting, and let’s go shopping,” he कहा excitedly, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward the Temple’s door with a big smile. Elizabeth waved to Lucifer, and stumbled after Wyatt, laughing.
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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 सेकंड्स of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But आप 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 आप do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three और seconds, gone, like that,
Did आप use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these सेकंड्स 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 सेकंड्स of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But आप 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 आप do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three और seconds, gone, like that,
Did आप use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these सेकंड्स 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 पहाड़ी, हिल
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 पहाड़ी, हिल
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 ईमो कुतिया, मतलबी die, bitchy whore. That last टिप्पणी दे doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first किस 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 कहा गुलाब are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if आप want I'll tell them to can it, all because I प्यार आप Janet. I don't know who wrote आप प्यार poem rhyme thing but I प्यार आप too!
Is It True आप Lie?
Is It True आप Hate Me?
Is It True आप Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True आप Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True आप Like Me Crying?
Is It True आप Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True आप Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True आप Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True आप Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True आप Let Me Call आप My True Bestfriend When आप 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 आप Hate Me?
Is It True आप Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True आप Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True आप Like Me Crying?
Is It True आप Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True आप Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True आप Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True आप Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True आप Let Me Call आप My True Bestfriend When आप 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 आग red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why आप are
mad at me.
Why आप 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 फ्रेंड्स ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why आप are mad.
Why do आप have to do
what आप do to me?
Why does it give आप
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my फ्रेंड्स take action?
Why cant आप tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why आप are
mad at me.
Why आप 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 फ्रेंड्स ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why आप are mad.
Why do आप have to do
what आप do to me?
Why does it give आप
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my फ्रेंड्स take action?
Why cant आप tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not द्वारा blood, then द्वारा what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, आप ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time लेखन in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, आप ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time लेखन in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.