Twinkle, TwinkleTwinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?Up above our world so high,Wiping all of our tears dry,Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?When his happy days are gone,And he nothing smiles upon,Then you show your inner light,And twinkle, twinkle all the night.Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?As he travels through the dark,How he thanks you for your spark.He could not see the way to go,If your heart did not twinkle so.Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?You catch his heart and hold it tightAnd hold him closely every night.By his side, you will remain,‘Till his smile shines again.Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?You are the bright and tiny spark,That guides this wanderer through the dark.Though you know not just what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Oh, twinkle, twinkle, little star,For HE knows what you are.
Rock a Bye, BabyRock a bye, baby, in the treetops,Your beliefs are unfounded, your religion is shot.When your life shatters, how far will you fall?Down comes the baby: mind, heart, and all.
Hawk and LinyaLinya's eyes fluttered open, squinting in the sunlight shining on her face from a small hole in the thatched roof. Inwardly, she cursed Hawk. She had asked him weeks ago to fix it. Drowsily rubbing her eyes, she sat up and pushed the woven blankets to the bottom of her small cot with her delicate feet. She slipped a blouse over her head. It was woven by the Hennain Quelia, the fabric her absolute best. It shimmered like the surface of sunlight on water, colors shifting to blend with the leaves of the forest. Her legs were covered in tightly fitting leggings of light brown leather, at the bottom tucked into boots of slightly darker leather that went half-way up her calf. Her glossy black hair she hastily put up in a braid that fell past her waist. After grabbing her quiver of arrow and bow, she swung the door open and ran out into the bustling village of Praepis.She slid along the outskirts of town, until she found the small dirt path that her bright grey eyes searched for. Noiselessly
Can't BreathYou put so much weight on my shoulders,You expect me to carry it everywhere, to be strong enough.You yell, you scream, you curse and throw things.And then you're shocked when I break down in front of you.When I collapse to my knees, sobbing so hard I can't breath.You make it so that I can't breath.It's suffocating, it really is, and then you have the gull to be shocked when I tell you how I feel.It's like you don't even care.Oh wait, now I remember, you don't care.
ForgivingWhen I heard you say those words,My world became nothing but a blur.My food was tasteless,My life aimless.My heart was cold and like stone,I was just like a clone.Without you,What was I to do?To live in pain,Oh, just what would I gain?The light was gone,From dusk to dawn.But I'm starting to break from these bounds,My screams for help finally being heard as I'm pounded by the pain.I am forgiving,But I won't be forgetting.
It's Not Me Whose Ruining Our FriendshipYou complain that we don't hang anymore,That we're growing father apart.You act as if it's my fault,When I'm not the one sitting at a different table.Our friendship fading,My happiness crumbling.And for what?A man, a boy who you like,A boy who doesn't like me.Choose my friend,And choose soon.Or you'll find yourself best friendless,With nothing but a man who won't be around for forever, unlike me.
Lips Like PoisonMy lips a beautiful red,My sharp nails a dark black color.The dress I wear,strapless and tight against my body.The poison that has always stained my lips,My tongue silver as the ore as I speak.Oh, what's the matter honey,Lonely?The night is still young, and my poison is still fresh,Just come closer and steal a kiss.I know you want to.You want to feel powerful, above everyone else.Everyone does, don't be ashamed.We're the same, you and I, with your dark as night hair and venomous gold pupils.We'd make a good team,I say with my silver tongue.And with your bronze mind you reply,And you trust me.What a mistake, good sir.But before we say goodbye....Come over here,I don't bite.But my kisses do.
VenomThe light of my dawn,My moon at night.The good morning texts you send are my alarm,And the good night texts are my sleeping pills.More gorgeous then everyone I've ever met,That is what you are, my love.My antidote,My poison.My Venom.
was like a nightmare I feel that my world was invade- by strangers who make me feel naked ! I run to the corner and i close my eyes- with hope that this nightmare will pass... Heavy body ,like is not mine- so hard to arrive to the door... So heavy ,so tired to lift myself from the floor- ciment my steps...I FEEL LIKE i'm in" hold"-like someone push me in an old vitrine and i'm for sold...
SHE... All are looking after her...the way she walk, like a feline, so much charm, And so much magic... BUT the sad part , her life in so many ways ,so many years, Was so tragic... To tell you HER story is like to write a milion page of tears that Day and nights, this magic woman - fill her years. She never slept- no day ,
Proud?You threw me my bladesTold me to cut my wristsI tried to ignore youBut I couldnt resistSo I sit here bleedingWith the music blasting loudI can no longer shut it outOh daddy, are you proud?
Brown and WhiteThe other day, someone called me, "white".I was too articulate in English to appreciate the spice.She said my skin was too dark for my personalityBecause only white people stand by their nationality.Apparently my name is tricky, too.Other brown folks love it untilMy American intonation makes them unhappy.The other night, I met a few desi folksThey were furious at the legs that I showedMy eyes were the windows to someone "sold out"Since a true Eastern woman never shouts.Every time someone tries to speak to me in Hindi,I can only say things like, "hello" and "excuse me".I'm sorry that my parents stopped talking to me since I was threeThey wanted to stay together when I wanted them to leaveMy accent is absent when I talk about the warBecause what I can do is worth so much moreThan anything you can drone on aboutMy soul is whole withoutAnything you judge me with.
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