ciao Mom,
It's been a while
Since te sat successivo to me,
Since I saw te smile
I miss te Mom
I wish te were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see te Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my cuore in two
I'll always remember Mom,
te taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling te Mom
Losing te killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what te were Mom,
Strong.
In everything te said
In everything te 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 secondi of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But te 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 te do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three più seconds, gone, like that,
Did te use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these secondi 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 collina
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 cagna die, bitchy whore. That last commento doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first baciare 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 detto rose are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if te want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Amore te Janet. I don't know who wrote te Amore poem rhyme thing but I Amore te too!

Is It True te Lie?
Is It True te Hate Me?
Is It True te Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True te Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True te Like Me Crying?
Is It True te Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True te Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True te Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True te Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True te Let Me Call te My True Bestfriend When te 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 fuoco red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why te are
mad at me.

Why te 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 te are mad.

Why do te have to do
what te do to me?
Why does it give te
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant te tell me WHY?