"Why in the heck are anda wearing that?" my mother asked. I looked into my full-body mirror in my bedroom inside this tiny apartment, studying the short, yellow, frilly gown. I sware to God..I gleam in this, Mom! I thought. "It looks lebih like a scrap-of-a-dress." I ignored her.
It was the hari of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My cat mewed seterusnya to me. I picked him up, rubbing his kegemaran spot, right inbetween his ears. He purred in response, motor running sixty miles and hour. "Mom," I say, giving my voice some edge, "I Cinta this dress. I want to wear it. I have to wear it. Please?"
"Well.." my mother thought. She tapped her cheekbone with her index finger. "I guess. But atleast wear a sweater over it, love. It's cold." I looked outside.
"Fine," I sigh. THe golds, reds, and yellows seemed to reflect any darkness. The only absorbed sunlight, taking in all of the warm they can before they hit the ground and shatter. A car horn honked outside.
"Kates!" my friend Lily calls, poking her dyed, bright red head out of her blue mustang convertable, "c'mon, chica! We'll be late!" I hurry, slipping on my simple (but elegant) black flats, grabbed my mini under-the-arm looking metallic dompet, beg tangan and head out the door. I text my mom, saying that I'll be utama sejak eleven.
atau so I thought.
Lily pulls up to our school. The place is glowing green, red, and blue. Oh, crap, I think. Here we go. I pull out my sweater, slipping it on. I plan to take it off as soon as I start dancing. I leave my dompet, beg tangan in the car, but slip my phone into my sweater jacket. Just in case, I think. A low whistle echoes through the gym, now converted into a wonderlad of silver, white and teal blues. I turn around to find my guyfriend, Erin. He looks amazing in his plain white tux, a red corsage tucked into his pocket. His tie is red as well. "Dang.." he mumbles. He looks at me up and down. "You look..WOW." My cheeks flush. He laughs. "Can we dance? I mean..just friend-to-friend-"
"Shut up and dance, Erin," I say, implanting a grin on his face and mine. I dance with him to some funky pop station. I go to get some punch. I lift the drink to my mouth and spit it out as soon as I see him.
THE him.
As in super-hot him.
The boy is tan. Very tan. His hair is choppy, dark, wavy. He smells of some rich cologne, and oh, God, some kind've musky earth smell. I Cinta it. He flashes an ultra-bright smile at me.I melt. I feel like I'm slinking to the floor, but Lily's pulling me down.
"What heck're anda doing? Stop gawking! You're so friggin' weird." She gets up. I get up, smooth my hair. An icy cold touch on my neck makes my hair stand up. I turn around.
He's behind me.
RIGHT behind me.
Staring at me like I'm some kind've jewel.
"H..Hi..Hey," I say, stuttering.
"Hello," he says. His voice is liquid warmth. His touch makes my blood freeze, but his voice melts it away like a slushie.
Hm. Strange.
It was the hari of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My cat mewed seterusnya to me. I picked him up, rubbing his kegemaran spot, right inbetween his ears. He purred in response, motor running sixty miles and hour. "Mom," I say, giving my voice some edge, "I Cinta this dress. I want to wear it. I have to wear it. Please?"
"Well.." my mother thought. She tapped her cheekbone with her index finger. "I guess. But atleast wear a sweater over it, love. It's cold." I looked outside.
"Fine," I sigh. THe golds, reds, and yellows seemed to reflect any darkness. The only absorbed sunlight, taking in all of the warm they can before they hit the ground and shatter. A car horn honked outside.
"Kates!" my friend Lily calls, poking her dyed, bright red head out of her blue mustang convertable, "c'mon, chica! We'll be late!" I hurry, slipping on my simple (but elegant) black flats, grabbed my mini under-the-arm looking metallic dompet, beg tangan and head out the door. I text my mom, saying that I'll be utama sejak eleven.
atau so I thought.
Lily pulls up to our school. The place is glowing green, red, and blue. Oh, crap, I think. Here we go. I pull out my sweater, slipping it on. I plan to take it off as soon as I start dancing. I leave my dompet, beg tangan in the car, but slip my phone into my sweater jacket. Just in case, I think. A low whistle echoes through the gym, now converted into a wonderlad of silver, white and teal blues. I turn around to find my guyfriend, Erin. He looks amazing in his plain white tux, a red corsage tucked into his pocket. His tie is red as well. "Dang.." he mumbles. He looks at me up and down. "You look..WOW." My cheeks flush. He laughs. "Can we dance? I mean..just friend-to-friend-"
"Shut up and dance, Erin," I say, implanting a grin on his face and mine. I dance with him to some funky pop station. I go to get some punch. I lift the drink to my mouth and spit it out as soon as I see him.
THE him.
As in super-hot him.
The boy is tan. Very tan. His hair is choppy, dark, wavy. He smells of some rich cologne, and oh, God, some kind've musky earth smell. I Cinta it. He flashes an ultra-bright smile at me.I melt. I feel like I'm slinking to the floor, but Lily's pulling me down.
"What heck're anda doing? Stop gawking! You're so friggin' weird." She gets up. I get up, smooth my hair. An icy cold touch on my neck makes my hair stand up. I turn around.
He's behind me.
RIGHT behind me.
Staring at me like I'm some kind've jewel.
"H..Hi..Hey," I say, stuttering.
"Hello," he says. His voice is liquid warmth. His touch makes my blood freeze, but his voice melts it away like a slushie.
Hm. Strange.
anda don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and anda don’t care anymore,
but anda do,
anda still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the hari of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing anda
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
hei Mom,
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda 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.
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda 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 saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda 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 anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat in hell.
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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 saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda 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 anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat 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 bukit
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
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 bukit
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