Chapter two
I watched again and again as the truck hit us and as I watched Kelsey die. I was awakened sa pamamagitan ng my mom’s coaxing voice.
“Come one Carrie get up. You need to eat.”
“Just go through the drive thru.”
“I already did.” She held up a bag of McDonald’s. I grabbed the bag and took a bite out of the hamburger she’d bought me. “So?” My mom said. “I know you’re mad at me for moving us but I really think it’s for the best, you know?”
“Yes I know.” I scowled at my food.
“You know I pag-ibig you, right?” I just nodded my head and continued eating. We finished the rest of the meal in silence. I stayed awake this time and watched as we flew past cars with family’s pag-awit at the tuktok of their lungs, old people sitting on a bench waiting for a bus, children and parents, hotels, houses, and buildings. When we finally stopped we were sitting in front of a fairly nice looking house.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Sanger.”
“Never heard of it,” I stated.
“Well this is it. This is our new home.”
“I liked the lake house better.”
“Carrie,” my mother almost screamed. “This is our new home. Forget about the lake house. Okay?”
“This will never be my home. “ I got out of the car and slammed the door. I stayed leaned up against it until I saw my mother get out of the car.
“Could you at least grab a box?” She said. I could tell she was crying sa pamamagitan ng the tremble in her voice.
“Fine,” I grabbed a box from the backseat. My mother took out a set of keys and opened the door.
“Welcome to the new house, “she said; making sure to avoid the word home. “I’ll be in my room if you need me which is just down this hallway. That’s your room.” She handed me the box and opened and then closed the door to her new room. I stood in the hall for a couple of minutos before I opened my door.
My room was nothing special. It had white walls and was a perfect square; it wasn’t as big as my bedroom back at the lake house. I missed the lake house madami than I wanted to admit. Since the movers hadn’t gotten here with our furniture I just sat on the floor against the wall. I stared at the opposite pader and tried not to think, not to feel, but I couldn’t help the feeling that threatened to consume me body and soul. It wasn’t just sadness; it was something deeper than that. It was almost like having your body ripped in two but somehow still surviving.
A knock awakened me from the darkness of my thoughts. “Carrie the movers are here.” I knew what that meant even if she wouldn’t say it. She wanted me to get up and go help. I didn’t want to help them, I didn’t want to help anyone, what I wanted was an end to my agony, but I was too big of a chicken to end it. My fear was that what if I ended it and then I never saw Kelsey? What if I throw my life away and find out that there is nothing after life? What if it’s just continuous darkness? What if that’s my punishment for ending my life? If it happens on accident that I die then no one can blame me. Maybe I’d get to see Kelsey.
Oh, Kelsey, why? Why did you have to leave me? I’m barely surviving without you, I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t do this. I need you! You were supposed to be my maid of honor. You were supposed to watch your nieces and nephews grow up. You were supposed to hold my hand and tell me everything was okay when everything was wrong. Now what? Now what am I supposed to do? Every araw I bleed madami and madami and I need you. I need you to tell me that everything will be okay. I need you to hold me while I cry. I need you!
I watched as my tears fell to the ground. Staining the carpet where they landed. Every tear holding some amount of pain. Pain that will never be forgotten; each tear ripping me apart until there is nothing left. My mom came to my door and threw it open. “Put her things in here. Just rearrange her things around her because she’s not going to get up.”
I stared at her like she was a stranger I’d never met before. In truth, I had never met this woman. Ever since Kelsey died and my dad left her she changed. She became less observant, less caring, and all she ever did was cry. I could understand the always crying, but I just wanted her to give a shit what was going on. She was so wrapped up in her own world that she didn’t even bother to notice what was going on outside of her world. I may not care about school, or life, or even myself, but I still noticed things outside of myself. Like the fact that I noticed my mom crying all the time. Or the way her face had grown hard. I knew that she cried herself to sleep every night. I knew she had Nawawala her greatest passions. I noticed everything and yet she couldn’t be bothered to notice anything.
One of the movers stepped on my right ankle sa pamamagitan ng accident as he stumbled into my room with my kama (which took up basically the whole room). I grabbed my ankle and screamed. My mom just looked at me and then walked out of my room. “Mother of god. What are you wearing?” I yelled.
“I’m really sorry miss.” I looked down at my ankle to see a red mark already forming. It hurt worse than when I’d broken my leg and needed pins after the car accident. I tried to hold my ankle close to my body hoping that maybe the pain would fade. As the hours passed the pain only got worse and with each bomba of my puso I felt my ankle throb and grow. I looked down to see my ankle three times the size it was supposed to be.
“Seriously,” I wailed. I slowly tried to inch my back up the pader but it’s harder than it looks because I was trying to balance on one foot well holding the other ankle to where it touched nothing. After falling down for the tenth time I decided to just crawl. I could barely see from the tears that blinded my eyes and made it impossible to see anything. I felt around for the door and found it almost immediately. Now if I could just make it to mom’s room. I slowly crawled across the hall and into my mom’s room.
“Mom I need you to drive me to the hospital.” I cried. I sat waiting for several minutos before the tears cleared from my eyes. “Mom, hello, I need to go to the emergency room.” She didn’t even twitch. “What the hell is wrong with you? Mom I need you to help me.” I looked around and finally found what I was looking for. Sitting on a mesa beside her kama was a bottle of pills. I picked up the bottle and read the front. Sleeping pills, great, I thought. “Fine,” I growled, “I’ll drive myself, but you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if I get into a car accident.” I rambled even though I knew she couldn’t hear me. I was so angry I think I could shoot lasers from my eyes. I crawled back out to the kusina and began searching for the car keys.
After searching for thirty minutos I finally found them sitting on the ground in my mom’s room. I crawled slowly back out to the kusina and to the front door. Then out to the car which I had never thought about how I would get in. I placed one hand on the door handle of the car and the other on the hood and slowly raised my body up. Hopping on one ankle I opened the door and climbed in. M<y vision blurred again when my right foot touched the car floor. Well it looks like I’ll be driving with my left. I thought silently. It took me ten minutos before I really figured anything out, but then I was done the driveway and on my way. I had no clue where I was going but I knew a highway had to be somewhere near here because I remember my mom driving on it.
The pain was radiating from my ankle and seemed to touch every part of my body. Kelsey please help me. I prayed silently. It took thirty minutos for me to find a hospital. When I got there I found a parking puwang fairly close to the front and parked. I got out and hopped all the way into the hospital. As I reached the doors a young girl and her mother were leaving. The mom held her daughter close to her; it was then that I noticed the girl wearing a bracelet on her wrist. I stared for a segundo but continued to hop right sa pamamagitan ng them. I watched as I entered and everyone turned to stare. I hopped all the way up to the mesa and signed myself in. The nurse looked at me and said, “Fill out this paperwork, bring it back up to the desk, and then we’ll see you as fast as we can.” She handed me a clipboard and pen.
“Excuse me ma’am.” I heard someone say behind me. I turned around to see an older gentleman probably in his seventies. “Would you like some help getting to a chair?”
“No thank you.” I sinabi politely. “I’m very good at doing things for myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I grimaced. I hopped to the closest chair but watched as the older gentlemen came and sat two chairs from me. I looked down at the paperwork and filled out everything I could. I hopped back up to the mesa and handed the nurse the clipboard. She looked it over and handed it back.
“Your parent needs to sign this and I’ll need proof of insurance.”
“My parent isn’t here.”
“You’re seventeen you can’t sign off on your own paperwork. Where are your parents? Did they really just let you drive yourself here?”
“There you are sweetheart,” I heard the same whispery voice say. “Come on your mom told me you drive yourself here. Hi I’m her grandfather I’m the one raising her, can I sign the paperwork?”
She stared at us suspiciously, “Yes.” She answered and then looked back down. He quickly signed the paperwork but left the insurance spot empty. He handed it to her and then walked with me back to the chair. A nice looking nurse came over and helped me into a wheelchair.
“Thanks.” I said.
“Just let me get some ice for your ankle.”
“Thank you I really appreciate it.” I turned towards the older gentlemen. “If you’re going to pretend to be my grandfather then you might want to know a few things about me because they’re going to bring you back with me. My name is Carrie Goodwin, my mother’s name is Merissa, I am seventeen as of January 27th, I just moved to Sanger, some guy stepped on my ankle and that’s how it got broken. “The nurse placed the ice on my ankle and then left.
“My name is Gregory; you can just call me grandpa. My wife is in the ICU and I needed a break from up there. I am seventy-six and I have three grandkids and four children. I have been married for fifty-five years and have loved my wife every minuto of those years. I live in Denton which is the town you’re in now, and if you’re wondering I’m helping you because you look like you need it. I don’t care if you want my help or not, you’re going to need it.” He smiled at me.
Just then a nice looking guy came out, “Hi I’m the x-ray technician and I will be taking your x-rays and then I will bring you back. But first we need to get you a bracelet.” He was in his early twenties and was wearing blue scrubs with white shoes. I wondered if the hospital made all their employees wear that or of it was a matter of personal choice.
“Okay.” I tried to smile. He wheeled me off to a room with a bunch of equipment in it and then went to stand in the corner.
Another nurse came in, “I’ll be taking your vitals and asking you a few questions.”
“Okay.”
“Your name?”
“Carrie Goodwin.”
“Birthday?”
“January 27th 1994.”
“Alright now I’m going to take your temperature.” He pulled out a thermometer and ran it across my head. “And now your blood pressure.” He took my right arm and put the cuff on. “Relax,” he smiled.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Alright now I’m going to stick this bracelet on you and you’re all set to go.” He smiled.
“Alright now time for x-rays.” The other guy wheeled me off to a room in the back. He helped me up onto the mesa and then had me lie down. “Sorry if I end up hurting you because I can tell you now your ankle is broken even without x-rays but we need to determine how badly it’s broken, but this is going to hurt.”
“It’s okay, I’m used to pain.” I spouted. He kind of looked at me for a segundo but then went back behind the screen that protects the x-ray technicians from being blasted with chemicals. It didn’t take very long to get the x-rays. He wheeled me back out to the lobby and smiled when he left.
“That didn’t take terribly too long.” Gregory mused.
“Nope.” I breathed through my nose. I could still feel my ankle throbbing from where the x-ray tech had touched it. We sat there in silence for an oras before the nurse with the nice smile came over.
“I’m here to come get you and bring you to your room. And you must be the grandfather, if you’ll just follow me there’s a few madami papers you need to sign.”
Gregory didn’t even hesitate. “Of course, of course, but tell me have you seen my granddaughter’s x-ray.”
‘No sir.” She smiled at him. “But the doctor will come in and explain everything to you.” She helped me up onto the kama and then left without another word, but returned shortly to give my “grandfather” the paperwork.
“Thank you doll.” She just smiled, “the doctor will be in shortly.” She opened the door and then disappeared around the corner. Right as the door was closing a hand caught it.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Lindy,” she smiled at me. “I see here that it says you’re ankle was stepped on.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Well I have your x-ray here. Let me just put it up and I’ll explain a few things, okay?”
“Fine sa pamamagitan ng me but I won’t understand the pictures trust me.” I stared at her backside while she put the x-ray on the light up board.
I watched again and again as the truck hit us and as I watched Kelsey die. I was awakened sa pamamagitan ng my mom’s coaxing voice.
“Come one Carrie get up. You need to eat.”
“Just go through the drive thru.”
“I already did.” She held up a bag of McDonald’s. I grabbed the bag and took a bite out of the hamburger she’d bought me. “So?” My mom said. “I know you’re mad at me for moving us but I really think it’s for the best, you know?”
“Yes I know.” I scowled at my food.
“You know I pag-ibig you, right?” I just nodded my head and continued eating. We finished the rest of the meal in silence. I stayed awake this time and watched as we flew past cars with family’s pag-awit at the tuktok of their lungs, old people sitting on a bench waiting for a bus, children and parents, hotels, houses, and buildings. When we finally stopped we were sitting in front of a fairly nice looking house.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Sanger.”
“Never heard of it,” I stated.
“Well this is it. This is our new home.”
“I liked the lake house better.”
“Carrie,” my mother almost screamed. “This is our new home. Forget about the lake house. Okay?”
“This will never be my home. “ I got out of the car and slammed the door. I stayed leaned up against it until I saw my mother get out of the car.
“Could you at least grab a box?” She said. I could tell she was crying sa pamamagitan ng the tremble in her voice.
“Fine,” I grabbed a box from the backseat. My mother took out a set of keys and opened the door.
“Welcome to the new house, “she said; making sure to avoid the word home. “I’ll be in my room if you need me which is just down this hallway. That’s your room.” She handed me the box and opened and then closed the door to her new room. I stood in the hall for a couple of minutos before I opened my door.
My room was nothing special. It had white walls and was a perfect square; it wasn’t as big as my bedroom back at the lake house. I missed the lake house madami than I wanted to admit. Since the movers hadn’t gotten here with our furniture I just sat on the floor against the wall. I stared at the opposite pader and tried not to think, not to feel, but I couldn’t help the feeling that threatened to consume me body and soul. It wasn’t just sadness; it was something deeper than that. It was almost like having your body ripped in two but somehow still surviving.
A knock awakened me from the darkness of my thoughts. “Carrie the movers are here.” I knew what that meant even if she wouldn’t say it. She wanted me to get up and go help. I didn’t want to help them, I didn’t want to help anyone, what I wanted was an end to my agony, but I was too big of a chicken to end it. My fear was that what if I ended it and then I never saw Kelsey? What if I throw my life away and find out that there is nothing after life? What if it’s just continuous darkness? What if that’s my punishment for ending my life? If it happens on accident that I die then no one can blame me. Maybe I’d get to see Kelsey.
Oh, Kelsey, why? Why did you have to leave me? I’m barely surviving without you, I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t do this. I need you! You were supposed to be my maid of honor. You were supposed to watch your nieces and nephews grow up. You were supposed to hold my hand and tell me everything was okay when everything was wrong. Now what? Now what am I supposed to do? Every araw I bleed madami and madami and I need you. I need you to tell me that everything will be okay. I need you to hold me while I cry. I need you!
I watched as my tears fell to the ground. Staining the carpet where they landed. Every tear holding some amount of pain. Pain that will never be forgotten; each tear ripping me apart until there is nothing left. My mom came to my door and threw it open. “Put her things in here. Just rearrange her things around her because she’s not going to get up.”
I stared at her like she was a stranger I’d never met before. In truth, I had never met this woman. Ever since Kelsey died and my dad left her she changed. She became less observant, less caring, and all she ever did was cry. I could understand the always crying, but I just wanted her to give a shit what was going on. She was so wrapped up in her own world that she didn’t even bother to notice what was going on outside of her world. I may not care about school, or life, or even myself, but I still noticed things outside of myself. Like the fact that I noticed my mom crying all the time. Or the way her face had grown hard. I knew that she cried herself to sleep every night. I knew she had Nawawala her greatest passions. I noticed everything and yet she couldn’t be bothered to notice anything.
One of the movers stepped on my right ankle sa pamamagitan ng accident as he stumbled into my room with my kama (which took up basically the whole room). I grabbed my ankle and screamed. My mom just looked at me and then walked out of my room. “Mother of god. What are you wearing?” I yelled.
“I’m really sorry miss.” I looked down at my ankle to see a red mark already forming. It hurt worse than when I’d broken my leg and needed pins after the car accident. I tried to hold my ankle close to my body hoping that maybe the pain would fade. As the hours passed the pain only got worse and with each bomba of my puso I felt my ankle throb and grow. I looked down to see my ankle three times the size it was supposed to be.
“Seriously,” I wailed. I slowly tried to inch my back up the pader but it’s harder than it looks because I was trying to balance on one foot well holding the other ankle to where it touched nothing. After falling down for the tenth time I decided to just crawl. I could barely see from the tears that blinded my eyes and made it impossible to see anything. I felt around for the door and found it almost immediately. Now if I could just make it to mom’s room. I slowly crawled across the hall and into my mom’s room.
“Mom I need you to drive me to the hospital.” I cried. I sat waiting for several minutos before the tears cleared from my eyes. “Mom, hello, I need to go to the emergency room.” She didn’t even twitch. “What the hell is wrong with you? Mom I need you to help me.” I looked around and finally found what I was looking for. Sitting on a mesa beside her kama was a bottle of pills. I picked up the bottle and read the front. Sleeping pills, great, I thought. “Fine,” I growled, “I’ll drive myself, but you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if I get into a car accident.” I rambled even though I knew she couldn’t hear me. I was so angry I think I could shoot lasers from my eyes. I crawled back out to the kusina and began searching for the car keys.
After searching for thirty minutos I finally found them sitting on the ground in my mom’s room. I crawled slowly back out to the kusina and to the front door. Then out to the car which I had never thought about how I would get in. I placed one hand on the door handle of the car and the other on the hood and slowly raised my body up. Hopping on one ankle I opened the door and climbed in. M<y vision blurred again when my right foot touched the car floor. Well it looks like I’ll be driving with my left. I thought silently. It took me ten minutos before I really figured anything out, but then I was done the driveway and on my way. I had no clue where I was going but I knew a highway had to be somewhere near here because I remember my mom driving on it.
The pain was radiating from my ankle and seemed to touch every part of my body. Kelsey please help me. I prayed silently. It took thirty minutos for me to find a hospital. When I got there I found a parking puwang fairly close to the front and parked. I got out and hopped all the way into the hospital. As I reached the doors a young girl and her mother were leaving. The mom held her daughter close to her; it was then that I noticed the girl wearing a bracelet on her wrist. I stared for a segundo but continued to hop right sa pamamagitan ng them. I watched as I entered and everyone turned to stare. I hopped all the way up to the mesa and signed myself in. The nurse looked at me and said, “Fill out this paperwork, bring it back up to the desk, and then we’ll see you as fast as we can.” She handed me a clipboard and pen.
“Excuse me ma’am.” I heard someone say behind me. I turned around to see an older gentleman probably in his seventies. “Would you like some help getting to a chair?”
“No thank you.” I sinabi politely. “I’m very good at doing things for myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I grimaced. I hopped to the closest chair but watched as the older gentlemen came and sat two chairs from me. I looked down at the paperwork and filled out everything I could. I hopped back up to the mesa and handed the nurse the clipboard. She looked it over and handed it back.
“Your parent needs to sign this and I’ll need proof of insurance.”
“My parent isn’t here.”
“You’re seventeen you can’t sign off on your own paperwork. Where are your parents? Did they really just let you drive yourself here?”
“There you are sweetheart,” I heard the same whispery voice say. “Come on your mom told me you drive yourself here. Hi I’m her grandfather I’m the one raising her, can I sign the paperwork?”
She stared at us suspiciously, “Yes.” She answered and then looked back down. He quickly signed the paperwork but left the insurance spot empty. He handed it to her and then walked with me back to the chair. A nice looking nurse came over and helped me into a wheelchair.
“Thanks.” I said.
“Just let me get some ice for your ankle.”
“Thank you I really appreciate it.” I turned towards the older gentlemen. “If you’re going to pretend to be my grandfather then you might want to know a few things about me because they’re going to bring you back with me. My name is Carrie Goodwin, my mother’s name is Merissa, I am seventeen as of January 27th, I just moved to Sanger, some guy stepped on my ankle and that’s how it got broken. “The nurse placed the ice on my ankle and then left.
“My name is Gregory; you can just call me grandpa. My wife is in the ICU and I needed a break from up there. I am seventy-six and I have three grandkids and four children. I have been married for fifty-five years and have loved my wife every minuto of those years. I live in Denton which is the town you’re in now, and if you’re wondering I’m helping you because you look like you need it. I don’t care if you want my help or not, you’re going to need it.” He smiled at me.
Just then a nice looking guy came out, “Hi I’m the x-ray technician and I will be taking your x-rays and then I will bring you back. But first we need to get you a bracelet.” He was in his early twenties and was wearing blue scrubs with white shoes. I wondered if the hospital made all their employees wear that or of it was a matter of personal choice.
“Okay.” I tried to smile. He wheeled me off to a room with a bunch of equipment in it and then went to stand in the corner.
Another nurse came in, “I’ll be taking your vitals and asking you a few questions.”
“Okay.”
“Your name?”
“Carrie Goodwin.”
“Birthday?”
“January 27th 1994.”
“Alright now I’m going to take your temperature.” He pulled out a thermometer and ran it across my head. “And now your blood pressure.” He took my right arm and put the cuff on. “Relax,” he smiled.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Alright now I’m going to stick this bracelet on you and you’re all set to go.” He smiled.
“Alright now time for x-rays.” The other guy wheeled me off to a room in the back. He helped me up onto the mesa and then had me lie down. “Sorry if I end up hurting you because I can tell you now your ankle is broken even without x-rays but we need to determine how badly it’s broken, but this is going to hurt.”
“It’s okay, I’m used to pain.” I spouted. He kind of looked at me for a segundo but then went back behind the screen that protects the x-ray technicians from being blasted with chemicals. It didn’t take very long to get the x-rays. He wheeled me back out to the lobby and smiled when he left.
“That didn’t take terribly too long.” Gregory mused.
“Nope.” I breathed through my nose. I could still feel my ankle throbbing from where the x-ray tech had touched it. We sat there in silence for an oras before the nurse with the nice smile came over.
“I’m here to come get you and bring you to your room. And you must be the grandfather, if you’ll just follow me there’s a few madami papers you need to sign.”
Gregory didn’t even hesitate. “Of course, of course, but tell me have you seen my granddaughter’s x-ray.”
‘No sir.” She smiled at him. “But the doctor will come in and explain everything to you.” She helped me up onto the kama and then left without another word, but returned shortly to give my “grandfather” the paperwork.
“Thank you doll.” She just smiled, “the doctor will be in shortly.” She opened the door and then disappeared around the corner. Right as the door was closing a hand caught it.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Lindy,” she smiled at me. “I see here that it says you’re ankle was stepped on.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Well I have your x-ray here. Let me just put it up and I’ll explain a few things, okay?”
“Fine sa pamamagitan ng me but I won’t understand the pictures trust me.” I stared at her backside while she put the x-ray on the light up board.
War
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the angel of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the angel of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
Last Love
Your puso is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your puso wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
You cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused sa pamamagitan ng their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the kalye and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll alisin it or put............well i don't know)
Your puso is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your puso wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
You cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused sa pamamagitan ng their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the kalye and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll alisin it or put............well i don't know)
Pain Of Secrets
araw sa pamamagitan ng day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the madami they ask
the madami you sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and you should never
have excist.
You collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
You stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
you turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings you close
and hugs you saying
its going to be okay.
araw sa pamamagitan ng day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the madami they ask
the madami you sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and you should never
have excist.
You collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
You stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
you turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings you close
and hugs you saying
its going to be okay.
King Of Evil
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
apoy burns, children scream,
even madami pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his madala army (sounds alot like narnia)
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XO
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Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
apoy burns, children scream,
even madami pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his madala army (sounds alot like narnia)
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