fable-fable

There was one a little boy who never listened to his parents never to leave their side while out in public and not to wonder off. He would always find him and tell him not to do it again he promised he wouldn’t do it again. One day his parents went to buy him new shoes he was happily walking next to them and as they entered the store he saw a dollar bill on the floor he started chasing it in curiosity. He tried to catch it but he couldn’t since it seemed to move around then when he finally caught it a man walked up behind him and picked him up, the little boy was frightened so he screamed as loud as he could. He closed his eyes when he saw a van pull up then he felt the kidnapper fly off and release him. When he opened his eyes and saw his father he began to cry and apologize to him for not listening to them when he said he would stop, his father grabbed him and carried him back to his mom and the boy clutched his dad’s shirt and promised he would listen to them from there on.

sentence completion- broken heart

The first girl who broke my heart was my friend who I had known for a few months. The day I talked to her was when I tried to make her laugh during lunch. Everyday I would try to but I never did, but oh well her smile was all I needed to see to make the day last. Once the year ended I talked to her and texted her a few days into the summer and I finally had asked her out when I asked her out I had felt happy and more then happiness. I talked to her the entire summer we would text during the day and talk at night they were the best days. A few weeks into the summer she would rarely be happy about not seeing each other as I was but I tiered to make things work out by making plans to go somewhere she would always say no. knowing how things were the happiness that I had felt turned into something frightening, or sharp pain of fear I knew what would happen later. I tired to make things last as long as could for the entire summer through calls and texts like usual. When the first day of school came I was anxious to see her smile I had felt the happiness the first time I met her. I was glad to see her but as the nights of the few days went by the air had no smell, the sounds were silent, and the nights seemed like torment of a thousand tears and sobs knowing the outcome of my relationship. When I would think about it I would feel my chest tighten as if my own body was giving me a hug to take away the pain and sorrow I had felt. I never could believe to feel the happiness I did then for it to be sucked up like a black hole in space leaving no trace of anything, the words of the night still ring in my ears I knew it had been said but I didn’t want to believe it. ”I think it should end” was like a gunshot through a piece of rice paper, my world bad been destroyed, my life had been a lose as when I heard those words all I could say was “okay” in a crocked voice from hiding the tears that ran down my hot face from a hot summer school night. I knew that I had felt no pain as strong as this for I knew it that I had become heart broken.

limerick-limerick

There was a young man in a suit.

He thought he could buy a big boot.

He spilled coffee on his jacket.

He forgot the big sugar packet.

He forgot to bring home his loot.

color-black

Black may not be a color, but when I look into myself, when I see my dark room, I feel happy because the feeling of solitude is what basically I feel more then anything in my life alone is all I’ve been. When I see black things, it makes me feel happy because I depend on my dark room and black clothing to make my day better if its been a shitty day or if I take a lot of bull from people I see in life or to just remind me of why I like and keep wearing the color. Black was never my favorite, but as the years went by of being in solitude, confinement, pain, suffering and emotionless I’ve known that the color is who am it is my life in one simple color and that is black. All the feeling ive felt and grown tired of I depend on black things to keep my own self reminded that of what I am and what I live for which isn’t much of a life. Black is who I am; I don’t care about certain things, people, events I don’t socialize with anyone or caring whether or not to show feelings towards someone or something I don’t want to. Black is my emotionless, careless and painfulest color that I know will and remind me I have no soul. Always represent me whether I change or not it will always be my choice of color to wear, to represent my feelings or what I feel about someone which is rare, but black will and always will continue to be my one and only reason to live. I’ve always felt and heard the negative feedback of wearing the color black but people only judge at the person and the way it looks but never the deep meaning to why someone wears the color they wear when people ask me why I wear black I don’t give them the truth I give them the answer which is “because I like it” knowing that would never understand my reason for the color black which is always bee good to me in the good times and bad times since I’ve worn and loved it.

poem-poem 1

The sorrow hurts more then a knife

The pain has been killing my life

A moment alone in thought

Reminds me of the words like a shot

In my eyes the meanings have gone

Just like the emotions have done

Where my life leads in darkness

Hoping to end in doughtiness

Of all the pain must be gone

I see a light in my life that won’t be reached

As much as I thought I could teached

The dance of love had done me in

Hope to see my life go to a fin

Wish that heart would reach