Hi, My name is Tanya
Nobody knows anything about me. They have a good reason though: In my entire life, I haven't spoken a single word
People call me many things: Weirdo, freak, attention getter, and I just let it all sink in. I let all the bad thoughts store up inside me until I lose it. Don't think I can't talk, I just choose not to. Nobody seems to care for what I have to say. If anda are lucky, anda will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 tahun old girl. My hair is light brown with blonde highlights. I'm not fat, but I'm not too skinny either. I wear the same clothes that aren't out of style, usually skinny jeans with a cool bahagian, atas and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If anda take a look at me, you'd never know I don't speak.
My name is Tanya
I guess the reason why I don't talk is because of my parents. They barely pay any attention to me. When they do acknowledge me, it's just to tell me I'm no good and shouldn't have friends. Yes, I do have friends, but I met them over the internet, and we live thousands of miles apart. They don't know I can't speak. I won't tell them. I can't.
My name is Tanya
and I'm a freak.
Not sure if I will continue.
There will be lebih interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm komen ideas, atau like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
Nobody knows anything about me. They have a good reason though: In my entire life, I haven't spoken a single word
People call me many things: Weirdo, freak, attention getter, and I just let it all sink in. I let all the bad thoughts store up inside me until I lose it. Don't think I can't talk, I just choose not to. Nobody seems to care for what I have to say. If anda are lucky, anda will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 tahun old girl. My hair is light brown with blonde highlights. I'm not fat, but I'm not too skinny either. I wear the same clothes that aren't out of style, usually skinny jeans with a cool bahagian, atas and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If anda take a look at me, you'd never know I don't speak.
My name is Tanya
I guess the reason why I don't talk is because of my parents. They barely pay any attention to me. When they do acknowledge me, it's just to tell me I'm no good and shouldn't have friends. Yes, I do have friends, but I met them over the internet, and we live thousands of miles apart. They don't know I can't speak. I won't tell them. I can't.
My name is Tanya
and I'm a freak.
Not sure if I will continue.
There will be lebih interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm komen ideas, atau like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
A special world for anda and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your hati, tengah-tengah beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
He longs to just just wring her neck, to make her stop breathing. His hands form a fist, wishing her neck was there. He watches her without a care in the world. Berlakon stupid and ignorant. He wants the satisfaction that only her death will bring. He imagines her dead and laughs insanely. His phyco smile matches his insane personality.
They don't know anything. She's alone. All on her own. She hates that she suffers alone. She wants them suffer, to hear their screams of pain. But like everything else, it's useles. She can't do anything about it. She's alone to cry, scream, and moan. No one to comfort atau hold her. She sucks it up and faces the world. Alone.
They don't know anything. She's alone. All on her own. She hates that she suffers alone. She wants them suffer, to hear their screams of pain. But like everything else, it's useles. She can't do anything about it. She's alone to cry, scream, and moan. No one to comfort atau hold her. She sucks it up and faces the world. Alone.
when Cinta dies
Cinta is the cause of innocent cries,
As when Cinta dies,
Cinta becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the Cinta they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A Cinta that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their Cinta to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
atau is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
atau were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When Cinta dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when Cinta dies,
We fall apart inside
x
Cinta is the cause of innocent cries,
As when Cinta dies,
Cinta becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the Cinta they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A Cinta that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their Cinta to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
atau is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
atau were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When Cinta dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when Cinta dies,
We fall apart inside
x
Silent shadows in the dead of night.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the angkasa provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they berkata everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the angkasa provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they berkata everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.
Celluoid ghost from Hollywood's past
Forever haunt me on my Televisyen screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a hari at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired sejak the song
"Celluoid Heroes" sejak The Kinks
Forever haunt me on my Televisyen screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a hari at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired sejak the song
"Celluoid Heroes" sejak The Kinks