True Amore knows no bounderies *sigh* You'll never know what that means, unless you're me. True Amore doesn't care what one looks like. True Amore doesn't care who o WHAT te are. I am probably the only one who fully understands this.
You're Amore could be the cute guy who smiles at te in class, he could be the one who helped te stand up after te fallen. He could be you're best friend...Or someone who has truly been there all along, etc. Thats me. I'm an etc.
For those of te that don't know me my name is Luna. My parents are hippy freaks who named my sister, Star, and I after natural beuties. sometimes it get irritating, but I Amore the name. Even if it is just a spanish moon. I have black hair, it is very wavy which irrtates me no end. I always straiten it, and I have to keep on dyeing it so my hair stays a fresh black. People think becasue of my figure I'm little miss perfect...they have no idea. Mainly because, my looks are the only thing I have patince in. I can't learn an intrument, I can't cook o clean. I just don't want to sit there and learn how. Besides looks are più important....right?I was so wrong at that time. But hey, Amore can awaken anyone. It sure has awaken me.
My parents are hippy freaks.....but they are really rich because of my dad's best selling books. They won't let me have anything exept cloths though. So even though it's wrong, I'm going to have to steal some money from my dad's wallet to go to the Film If I hadn't made that desision, I wouldn't be where I am now.
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END of chapter one. I NEED to make my Scrivere better, so tell me if anything was wrong and I'll make it better successivo time. OK?
You're Amore could be the cute guy who smiles at te in class, he could be the one who helped te stand up after te fallen. He could be you're best friend...Or someone who has truly been there all along, etc. Thats me. I'm an etc.
For those of te that don't know me my name is Luna. My parents are hippy freaks who named my sister, Star, and I after natural beuties. sometimes it get irritating, but I Amore the name. Even if it is just a spanish moon. I have black hair, it is very wavy which irrtates me no end. I always straiten it, and I have to keep on dyeing it so my hair stays a fresh black. People think becasue of my figure I'm little miss perfect...they have no idea. Mainly because, my looks are the only thing I have patince in. I can't learn an intrument, I can't cook o clean. I just don't want to sit there and learn how. Besides looks are più important....right?I was so wrong at that time. But hey, Amore can awaken anyone. It sure has awaken me.
My parents are hippy freaks.....but they are really rich because of my dad's best selling books. They won't let me have anything exept cloths though. So even though it's wrong, I'm going to have to steal some money from my dad's wallet to go to the Film If I hadn't made that desision, I wouldn't be where I am now.
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END of chapter one. I NEED to make my Scrivere better, so tell me if anything was wrong and I'll make it better successivo time. OK?
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Cibo and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Cibo and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do te know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do te know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Amore is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my fiori still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget te although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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