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Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she had turned five years of age something terrible and tragic struck, the devil had sent an army of his minions, vampires, he called them, men and women who have pledged their loyalty to that of the devil in return for his favour in the form of lucre or other worldly possessions, anything that they want, pray do not be fooled by the devil’s generosity for in return you would have to suffer a fate worst than death if you ask me or at least they did, vampirism, these creatures feed off the blood of others, the thirst some call it, you may think well these creatures don’t exist, well you’re right they don’t, but they did in Serenity’s time.
Now Father Bartholomew was not aware of this but was cautious all the same, fearing for the sake of Serenity, painstakingly hid her, gave her holy water, two sacred crucifixes, garlic, a note, and a sacred necklace that he owned, he did this because he heard a knock on the church doors. After he had done the latter, he proceeded to say a prayer outside of the room Serenity was in and then, opened the doors of the church. As Father Bartholomew opened the doors, Serenity explored the room in which she was put, she found a cloak and a sack, and she put on the cloak, put the things which Father Bartholomew gave to her, and hung the necklace which her, surrogate father gave to her around her neck, then found a peephole through which she observed her situation and Father Bartholomew’s, there were seven cloaked people of whose faces could not be seen. “What is your purpose here?” asked Father Bartholomew, of the strangers, “We have sinned Father, we’ve sinned a lot and we’re here to confess”, Father Bartholomew suspicious of an ulterior motive said, “Well, confess children for the Lord forgiveth sinners”, the seven laughed maliciously, “Why don’t you let us in and make this a little more confidential”, “I’ll have to refuse my children, for I have more urgent matters to attend to.
At these words, Father Bartholomew made movements to close the doors when one of the strangers lunged forward and in so doing his hood fell, revealing long, lethal fangs. There was a scream of pain, a flash of fangs and a spurt of blood, Father Bartholomew was dead! Or was he? Serenity let out a gasp of pain and sorrow for Father Bartholomew, but unfortunately this did not escape the notice of the seven strangers. “This is it,” she thought, but to her surprise she saw that the strangers could not reach the door, it was like an invisible barrier was protecting her. To her delight Father Bartholomew had saved her, he had sprinkled holy water and garlic near to the door and soon all the strangers screamed and burst in to flame before her very eyes. Serenity knew that whilst she was here no harm could befall her but she needed to get away because she did not know what was going on but something told her to move from her current hiding spot. Even though Serenity was only five, she had a complete knowledge of the church and its secret passageways but she didn’t use any of them. The little voice in her head told her to use the secret passageways to get out but instead she rushed to the side of her beloved Father Bartholomew.
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Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she had turned five years of age something terrible and tragic struck, the devil had sent an army of his minions, vampires, he called them, men and women who have pledged their loyalty to that of the devil in return for his favour in the form of lucre or other worldly possessions, anything that they want, pray do not be fooled by the devil’s generosity for in return you would have to suffer a fate worst than death if you ask me or at least they did, vampirism, these creatures feed off the blood of others, the thirst some call it, you may think well these creatures don’t exist, well you’re right they don’t, but they did in Serenity’s time.
Now Father Bartholomew was not aware of this but was cautious all the same, fearing for the sake of Serenity, painstakingly hid her, gave her holy water, two sacred crucifixes, garlic, a note, and a sacred necklace that he owned, he did this because he heard a knock on the church doors. After he had done the latter, he proceeded to say a prayer outside of the room Serenity was in and then, opened the doors of the church. As Father Bartholomew opened the doors, Serenity explored the room in which she was put, she found a cloak and a sack, and she put on the cloak, put the things which Father Bartholomew gave to her, and hung the necklace which her, surrogate father gave to her around her neck, then found a peephole through which she observed her situation and Father Bartholomew’s, there were seven cloaked people of whose faces could not be seen. “What is your purpose here?” asked Father Bartholomew, of the strangers, “We have sinned Father, we’ve sinned a lot and we’re here to confess”, Father Bartholomew suspicious of an ulterior motive said, “Well, confess children for the Lord forgiveth sinners”, the seven laughed maliciously, “Why don’t you let us in and make this a little more confidential”, “I’ll have to refuse my children, for I have more urgent matters to attend to.
At these words, Father Bartholomew made movements to close the doors when one of the strangers lunged forward and in so doing his hood fell, revealing long, lethal fangs. There was a scream of pain, a flash of fangs and a spurt of blood, Father Bartholomew was dead! Or was he? Serenity let out a gasp of pain and sorrow for Father Bartholomew, but unfortunately this did not escape the notice of the seven strangers. “This is it,” she thought, but to her surprise she saw that the strangers could not reach the door, it was like an invisible barrier was protecting her. To her delight Father Bartholomew had saved her, he had sprinkled holy water and garlic near to the door and soon all the strangers screamed and burst in to flame before her very eyes. Serenity knew that whilst she was here no harm could befall her but she needed to get away because she did not know what was going on but something told her to move from her current hiding spot. Even though Serenity was only five, she had a complete knowledge of the church and its secret passageways but she didn’t use any of them. The little voice in her head told her to use the secret passageways to get out but instead she rushed to the side of her beloved Father Bartholomew.
Hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
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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 seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you 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 you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds 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 seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you 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 you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds 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 hill
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 hill
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 Emo bitch die, bitchy whore. That last comment doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss 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 said roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love you Janet. I don't know who wrote you love poem rhyme thing but I love you too!
Is It True You Lie?
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You 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 You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You 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 fire red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you 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 friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you 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 friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you 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 by blood, then by 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, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing 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, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.