te hear a lonesome bird call as te wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, te can taste rain in the air.
Fell it on the breeze.
But te don't care, te keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever più sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here te arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few più steps have te standing in the center of an earthy ring. te are surrounded da stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as te do. And others have been tampered da the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. te haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder o two. te don't even pay the boulders much mind, but te notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the giorno protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. te have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are detto to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. te know this because the fate have told you. te had followed them here.
But they have not told te why.
Somehow te get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For più and più skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them più woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. te breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, te can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
Fell it on the breeze.
But te don't care, te keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever più sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here te arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few più steps have te standing in the center of an earthy ring. te are surrounded da stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as te do. And others have been tampered da the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. te haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder o two. te don't even pay the boulders much mind, but te notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the giorno protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. te have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are detto to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. te know this because the fate have told you. te had followed them here.
But they have not told te why.
Somehow te get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For più and più skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them più woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. te breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, te can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a rosa camicia and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do te have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do te wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do te have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do te wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do te know why?"
'well,she detto something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come da my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do te know why?"
'well,she detto something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come da my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for te to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
Amore is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
Amore is power
Amore is strong.
thats why Amore songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember te hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for te to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
Amore is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
Amore is power
Amore is strong.
thats why Amore songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember te hum.
im sorry i must run.
I remember the times of the i Amore you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But te come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights te stayed.
The child in me, from the times te loved me.
The debt te owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time te spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that te are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when te apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But te come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights te stayed.
The child in me, from the times te loved me.
The debt te owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time te spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that te are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when te apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt più than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Amore me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Amore him, but his Amore is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt più than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Amore me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Amore him, but his Amore is dim
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always da my side.
My last breath is taken and dato to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
Gesù is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved da him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away da his grace,
Blessed da his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.