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Ky was my platonic soulmate. Which was why we were so connected but we also had a secret bond, as if we were twins...
Young love is hard enough without family involvement. Amina and Samuel are in love. But when her family forced her to stop seeing him. He decided to leave town. He meets Amina one last time to asked her to come with him, but her love of family prevented her to leave them. That decision has haunted her ever since, but life has a funny way of turning things around.
Two stories and two different hearts. One of love and one of heartache.
There seems to be some sort of pattern in life that dictates of our fate or future if you like. For some lucky people the fates are kind. For others not so.
I feel like there is a knife
Deep inside my heart
Twisting itself around
As if to remind me that this is what happens
That this is what I get for falling in love...
Reflective of mores and the heartache that ensues when a parent is only in the picture part time or in the picture with derision heaped upon their character.
All freshmen at my school must write fifty poems for english on a specific topic, I chose pain. I have chosen some of my favorites and put them in this book. All works are original. By the way the topic is all types of pain, including abuse and heartbreak, so I do not reccomend this poetry for any readers ages eleven and under. Enjoy.
My adrenaline pumps into overdrive, the man chasing me laughing, getting closer. He's not human. Too strong, too fast, too intelligent. He seems to be holding back, enjoying the chase. If I weren't so frightened it would make me sick. He's not quite....right. Maybe it's his non-human instincts. I don't know.
Suddenly his laugh is right by my ear. It sent chills down my spine, giving me goosebumps. I can see him reaching for my arm, so I immediately stop running. He whips past me and turns around a few yards off. Then I realize that I'm in the forest. How did I get here, I wonder vaguely. I look around, searching for the city's lights. There are none. The man smiles and I realize just how horribly beautiful he is. It's not right. Yes his features are agonizingly breathtaking, but I know better. His jet black hair comes down to his shoulders, encasing his perfect face in shadow and making his red eyes stand out. His dark clothes are thick, but don't quite hide his flawlessly toned mucles. His skin is pale but radiant at the same time.
Abruptly, he is by my side again, wrapping his arms around my waist. "No!" I scream, his arms are like ice. "No, let me go!" He laughs meniacly and smiles as if this is a fun hobby. I pull at his arms, trying to rip myself away, but they are like iron bars.
"Young girl, you think you can get away from me that easily?" His soft satin voice makes me freeze. He lets go with one arm, making sure the other still holds me securely, and brushes a cold finger down my cheek. I realize that I was crying, my vision bluring. He sighs and brushes my hair away from my neck and breathing in deeply. "My, my!," He whispered, "You smell devine!" I took in a sharp breath as he brushed his lips softly along my skin.
"Let the girl go, Marquez." A calm voice sounds from behind, and the man holding me turns.
(Please point out any mistakes I made. It'd be a great help! Thanks)
Valentine’s Day—the holiday of romance.
For sixteen-year-old Reina Williams, it was supposed to be just another day, as were the days leading up to it. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. But when, on the day before, her best friend convinces her to take a break from the boring old tradition of spending the holiday with some chick-flicks and a box of chocolates, and convinces her to attend a late night Valentine’s Day celebration with their friends, things spiral a little out of control, and what was supposed to be just another quiet night turns into something so much more.
A night filled with passion and love and hate and pain and all the little things she never could have anticipated. Including the boy who she had always wanted to stay with her one moment more.
Jenna, Nadine and Jake are best friends until Jake starts dating Nadine. Jenna distance herself for fear of intruding. One night, Jenna left abruptly then skips town after graduation, leaving Jake and Nadine with more questions than answers. After fifteen years, Jenna came back and bumps into Jake. Jake is determined to know what went wrong fifteen years ago while Jenna wanted to lead her life in peace. Will Jake get the answers he'd been looking for? Will Jenna gets another chance at love?
Ky was my platonic soulmate. Which was why we were so connected but we also had a secret bond, as if we were twins...
Young love is hard enough without family involvement. Amina and Samuel are in love. But when her family forced her to stop seeing him. He decided to leave town. He meets Amina one last time to asked her to come with him, but her love of family prevented her to leave them. That decision has haunted her ever since, but life has a funny way of turning things around.
Two stories and two different hearts. One of love and one of heartache.
There seems to be some sort of pattern in life that dictates of our fate or future if you like. For some lucky people the fates are kind. For others not so.
I feel like there is a knife
Deep inside my heart
Twisting itself around
As if to remind me that this is what happens
That this is what I get for falling in love...
Reflective of mores and the heartache that ensues when a parent is only in the picture part time or in the picture with derision heaped upon their character.
All freshmen at my school must write fifty poems for english on a specific topic, I chose pain. I have chosen some of my favorites and put them in this book. All works are original. By the way the topic is all types of pain, including abuse and heartbreak, so I do not reccomend this poetry for any readers ages eleven and under. Enjoy.
My adrenaline pumps into overdrive, the man chasing me laughing, getting closer. He's not human. Too strong, too fast, too intelligent. He seems to be holding back, enjoying the chase. If I weren't so frightened it would make me sick. He's not quite....right. Maybe it's his non-human instincts. I don't know.
Suddenly his laugh is right by my ear. It sent chills down my spine, giving me goosebumps. I can see him reaching for my arm, so I immediately stop running. He whips past me and turns around a few yards off. Then I realize that I'm in the forest. How did I get here, I wonder vaguely. I look around, searching for the city's lights. There are none. The man smiles and I realize just how horribly beautiful he is. It's not right. Yes his features are agonizingly breathtaking, but I know better. His jet black hair comes down to his shoulders, encasing his perfect face in shadow and making his red eyes stand out. His dark clothes are thick, but don't quite hide his flawlessly toned mucles. His skin is pale but radiant at the same time.
Abruptly, he is by my side again, wrapping his arms around my waist. "No!" I scream, his arms are like ice. "No, let me go!" He laughs meniacly and smiles as if this is a fun hobby. I pull at his arms, trying to rip myself away, but they are like iron bars.
"Young girl, you think you can get away from me that easily?" His soft satin voice makes me freeze. He lets go with one arm, making sure the other still holds me securely, and brushes a cold finger down my cheek. I realize that I was crying, my vision bluring. He sighs and brushes my hair away from my neck and breathing in deeply. "My, my!," He whispered, "You smell devine!" I took in a sharp breath as he brushed his lips softly along my skin.
"Let the girl go, Marquez." A calm voice sounds from behind, and the man holding me turns.
(Please point out any mistakes I made. It'd be a great help! Thanks)
Valentine’s Day—the holiday of romance.
For sixteen-year-old Reina Williams, it was supposed to be just another day, as were the days leading up to it. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. But when, on the day before, her best friend convinces her to take a break from the boring old tradition of spending the holiday with some chick-flicks and a box of chocolates, and convinces her to attend a late night Valentine’s Day celebration with their friends, things spiral a little out of control, and what was supposed to be just another quiet night turns into something so much more.
A night filled with passion and love and hate and pain and all the little things she never could have anticipated. Including the boy who she had always wanted to stay with her one moment more.
Jenna, Nadine and Jake are best friends until Jake starts dating Nadine. Jenna distance herself for fear of intruding. One night, Jenna left abruptly then skips town after graduation, leaving Jake and Nadine with more questions than answers. After fifteen years, Jenna came back and bumps into Jake. Jake is determined to know what went wrong fifteen years ago while Jenna wanted to lead her life in peace. Will Jake get the answers he'd been looking for? Will Jenna gets another chance at love?