Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm Sorry
I'm really, truly SORRY
A billion times won't work.
Or WON"T it?
Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.
A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.
I broke your heart?
I'll fix it up again?
I'm really good with stitches.
Will you still be my friend?
I ruined your life?
Oh no, Sorry!
Will this washing machine work?
This bleach removes the stains...
It takes away the quirks!
A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.
I'm really, truly SORRY!
Am I hard to forgive?
You don't want to hear my sorry?
I completely understand.
But you don't.
That was rude? I'm not sorry.
It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?
I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.
All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.
All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.
I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
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Being a Couch Panda
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...
Listen to this!
A white man said,
'Colored people are not allowed here.'
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,
When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.
But you sir.
When you are born you are PINK,
When you grow up, you're WHITE,
When you're sick you're GREEN,
When you go in the sun you turn RED,
When you're cold, you turn BLUE.
And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
We'll Play Hide and Seek - An Ed Sheeran FanFicI dragged a chair up the stairs.
“Ed! Ed, darling, please.” My mom called from the foot of the stairs. I struggled to haul the wooden chair, making it up the flight of stairs with a final huff. Now down the hallway. I figured that if I locked myself in my room until Friday, then she wouldn’t make me go. I didn’t want to leave Britain. I continued to drag it down the hallway, kicking open the door to my bedroom. My mum began to run up after me, and—for extra measure to demonstrate my anger—I slammed the door shut, shoving the back of the chair under the knob. That’s how they did it in the films. I wasn’t sure if it’d work. I’ve never been so infuriated in my life. There was a knock n the door, and the door knob jiggled, but it remained shut. Not bad. “Edward.” My mom said sternly. “Open this door.”
I sat on the bed and folded my arms, shoving a flat, “No.” in her direction.
Just My Luck - Chapter 9“Once upon a time, there were four commoners living in the town of England. Now these commoners were just ordinary. One was a baker, another was a skilled athlete, the other was a jester, and the last one was just a plain commoner. One day, after applying for the advertisements they saw, the four commoners were called to the castle. ‘You must please me in order to gain all that you may desire,’ the king said to them. King Simon was very hard to please. But the four commoners made it through. One sang, the other sang, the other sang, and guess what the fourth commoner did? He sang. Now there was another commoner who arrived at the castle. But he was a foreigner, delivered to the castle of England from the Republic of Ireland. He sang a beautiful ballad as well. Now later in the battled of pleasing the eking, all five commoners were sent to training. They learned many things, and once they were deemed worthy were sent back to the castle. The Queen suggested that the com
Just My Luck - Chapter 8*Zayn’s P.O.V.*
Once it had gotten too quiet, I went upstairs to check on Niall. He lay in bed, stirring uncomfortably and uttering sounds of pain and mumbling a confused speech of words.
“Niall? Are you alright?” I asked. He was curled up in a fetal position under the covers of his bed.
“I feel sick.”
I sat on the edge of his bed, laying my hand on his forehead. “Well that’s going to be normal for a while…but you’re burning up.” I said, getting back up to go downstairs.
“Is that normal?” he said sleepily, rolling over to look at me.
“I don’t really know…let me go find your medicine, okay? Hang in there.”
Before I could exit the room, Niall coughed weakly and sighed. “Thank you.”
I continued on, quickly heading to the kitchen in search of his medication. Having fevers when you’re pregnant was normal, right? Or does that mean something was wrong? The moment I decided to ca
Just My Luck - Chapter 8It's dark, and cramped...
I can't hear...I can't see.
But I can feel it.
I feel the love around me.
The affection shown to the both of us
I can't wait to be born.
All five of us sat in a row in the examination room of Dr. Chesmund’s office. He drew a syringe full of Niall’s blood and took it to the lab for a quick scan a few moments ago. I bounced my foot up and down on the floor, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.
“Nervous?” Niall chortled, putting a hand on my knee to stop it from shaking.
“Yeah. We waited a while to find out what it was, huh?” I replied.
“I’m just worried it’ll be one of you guys.” Niall confessed.
“Well what would be so bad about that?” Harry piped.
“You guys are my best friends.”
Before anyone else could say anything, Dr. Chesmund strode in, holding the files in a manila folder.
“Well, Doctor?” Zayn ask
Just Let Me DieLet me die with dignity
It's the least that you could do
I dug this grave for me
But you can lay here too
And, no, it's not your fault
You don't have to say goodbye
This blood is on my hands
So don't you even try
I can't get a fresh breath
Your words hanging in the air
As still as certain death
But they're getting us nowhere
And you'll cry your last tear
As we lie here in waiting
Just to be forgotten
Our memory fading
Our lips press together
In one final kiss
Our one final effort
To re-right our sins
And it's here we'll die together
Just broken memories
We don't have to wait forever
To hear the angels sing
But still I beg of you
Let me die with dignity
It's the least that you could do
Unless you want to die with me...