The pain in my hati, tengah-tengah is to strong,
As it is for anda that i long,
anda came to me suddenly,
I fell inlove with anda almost instantly
anda mencuri my heart, but ran away,
Leaving me in sorrow, and in wonder of why anda came,
Was it in the intention of this heartbreak;
atau was it to achieve all the sorrow anda could create?
In your eyes, i was easy to lure,
anda berkata anda were sick, and that i was the cure,
I feel like such a fool,
I cant believe i fell for you,
My Cinta for anda has become like rain,
As my hati, tengah-tengah bleeds in pain,
The memories now being to play,
I only wish anda stayed.
My mind keeps displaying,
imej of us talking and laughing,
I couldent see the bad,
anda seemed like a decent man,
But i guess i was wrong,
This is just another fairytale gone wrong
xx
As it is for anda that i long,
anda came to me suddenly,
I fell inlove with anda almost instantly
anda mencuri my heart, but ran away,
Leaving me in sorrow, and in wonder of why anda came,
Was it in the intention of this heartbreak;
atau was it to achieve all the sorrow anda could create?
In your eyes, i was easy to lure,
anda berkata anda were sick, and that i was the cure,
I feel like such a fool,
I cant believe i fell for you,
My Cinta for anda has become like rain,
As my hati, tengah-tengah bleeds in pain,
The memories now being to play,
I only wish anda stayed.
My mind keeps displaying,
imej of us talking and laughing,
I couldent see the bad,
anda seemed like a decent man,
But i guess i was wrong,
This is just another fairytale gone wrong
xx
Author's Note: Hey. Some of anda may recall a character study exercise I telah diposkan called "link." This is her full story. telah dihantar along with my application to the Creative Penulisan emphasis for English.
She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.
Kayla always won.
And this time was no exception as her strong, tiny hands...
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She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.
Kayla always won.
And this time was no exception as her strong, tiny hands...
The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest pisau I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere saat I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative Penulisan class awhile lalu that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what anda think :)
on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow
sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean
we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter
reaching for your warmth
i smile at anda and wonder
how anda smell in spring
on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow
sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean
we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter
reaching for your warmth
i smile at anda and wonder
how anda smell in spring
Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if anda know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to sunting it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if anda can think of a suitible one I'd Cinta to hear it. ok, be honest:
Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.
Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
minit gaps are found
Oozing through as water.
Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve
It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.
Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.
Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
minit gaps are found
Oozing through as water.
Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve
It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.
My Life
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t Cinta they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain
Cinta is Like a Butterfly
I heard a saying once.
That Cinta is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.
I have Lost my Cinta this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.
My Cinta is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.
Empty
Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
anda don't feel at all.
Blackness
What eats away space?
What makes anda think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t Cinta they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain
Cinta is Like a Butterfly
I heard a saying once.
That Cinta is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.
I have Lost my Cinta this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.
My Cinta is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.
Empty
Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
anda don't feel at all.
Blackness
What eats away space?
What makes anda think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness
