Why do we live, only to have it abruptly ripped from us?
Why do we die, if we could do so much mais with our lives?
Why do we smile, when horrible things are happening to people every hora of every day?
Why do we cry, when we know that it can only get worse?
Why do we breathe, and keep on living?
While suffocating is a faster way to end this nightmare.
Why do we eat, when all it does is keep us alive for mais pain?
Why do some people pray, when there’s no one listening?
There is no God, he is a myth.
There is no savior, he is false hope.
There’s only blood, those who are bleeding.
And some bad behavior, those who draw the blood.
The most useless thing there is to do,
Is living your life. It’s sad, but true…
No.
We live so that we can make a difference.
We die when our journey is finished.
We smile because there’s something to smile about.
We cry to mourn what the world has done to itself.
We breathe because we know there’s mais to live for.
While those who are suffocating must be saved.
We eat so that we can save the suffocating and starving.
We pray that things will get better.
There is a God, who watches over us and protects us.
There is a Savior, who will take us to a better place.
There’s mais than blood, and we can save the bleeding.
There is bad behavior, but we can bring it to justice.
The most useless thing there is to do,
Is waste your life, now THAT’S what’s true.
Name-triq267
Based off of- Poem 3: Why?
Week 4
Why do we die, if we could do so much mais with our lives?
Why do we smile, when horrible things are happening to people every hora of every day?
Why do we cry, when we know that it can only get worse?
Why do we breathe, and keep on living?
While suffocating is a faster way to end this nightmare.
Why do we eat, when all it does is keep us alive for mais pain?
Why do some people pray, when there’s no one listening?
There is no God, he is a myth.
There is no savior, he is false hope.
There’s only blood, those who are bleeding.
And some bad behavior, those who draw the blood.
The most useless thing there is to do,
Is living your life. It’s sad, but true…
No.
We live so that we can make a difference.
We die when our journey is finished.
We smile because there’s something to smile about.
We cry to mourn what the world has done to itself.
We breathe because we know there’s mais to live for.
While those who are suffocating must be saved.
We eat so that we can save the suffocating and starving.
We pray that things will get better.
There is a God, who watches over us and protects us.
There is a Savior, who will take us to a better place.
There’s mais than blood, and we can save the bleeding.
There is bad behavior, but we can bring it to justice.
The most useless thing there is to do,
Is waste your life, now THAT’S what’s true.
Name-triq267
Based off of- Poem 3: Why?
Week 4
The color
The color of the sky?
Thats sometimes blue...
The color of the trees?
Thats usually brown...
The as cores of a bush?
Thats usually green....
The color of a strawberry?
Thats mostly red..... But....
Why?
The taste is sweet and wonderful....
But the color seems deadly
The color seems to kill thousands everyday...
Thousands....
thousands of us....
We die from war....bullies......and more.....
Stop the noise....
The noise doesn't really have a color....
Exept maybe....red...
The noise is the screams.....
The screams is not a cry for help,not a wail of Pain.......
The scream is that I'm done with the pain....
The tears,the bulling....The hurt....
I'm done.....
Your color of sound is red......
Aren't you ready to stop the pain?
Do you want to help?
cadastrar-se us in this fight and see the sound!
The color of the sky?
Thats sometimes blue...
The color of the trees?
Thats usually brown...
The as cores of a bush?
Thats usually green....
The color of a strawberry?
Thats mostly red..... But....
Why?
The taste is sweet and wonderful....
But the color seems deadly
The color seems to kill thousands everyday...
Thousands....
thousands of us....
We die from war....bullies......and more.....
Stop the noise....
The noise doesn't really have a color....
Exept maybe....red...
The noise is the screams.....
The screams is not a cry for help,not a wail of Pain.......
The scream is that I'm done with the pain....
The tears,the bulling....The hurt....
I'm done.....
Your color of sound is red......
Aren't you ready to stop the pain?
Do you want to help?
cadastrar-se us in this fight and see the sound!
When I became her best friend, I thought we'd have a normal friendship. Making bracelets, sleepovers, doing stuff together. We never did. At first I thought "Why did I even go near her?" but her mystique intrigued me. She was quiet, but tough. Likable, but rough. At least, to me. Everybody else thought she was weird just because she sang to herself with no earbuds on. One day, at recess, she was sitting por herself, humming a tune and composição literária in a beat-up spiral notebook. The eraser end of her pencil was chewed, and most of the pencil was practically gone. I was bored, just looking at kids run around like I did every day. Then I just walked over to her, hoping she would like some company. She looked pretty poor, wearing the same clothes every dia and walking around with an old backpack. Little did I know that música was all she had.
fantasia district
Adventure district
Ghost district
Fairy Tale district
fã Fiction district
Short Story district
The 12 that remain names will be put into a hat they will be pit at random. One girl will be in the fantasia district then one boy same for the rest. If there's uneven number girls then boys or the other way around then there will be a district of two boys or two girls. But there's a twisted...
Lest say the theme of the week is that you have to write about a car crash. You can't just write about a car crash you have to also use your district's meaning like if your in the ghost district you have to do something about a car crash but have something to do with ghost in it.
Like the twist? :)
Fierce & Love
Malmcd or Mallory McDonald
Number One
Fantasy district logo
Adventure district logo
Ghost district logo
Fairy Tale district logo
Fan Fiction district logo
Short Story district logo
My blonde hair was soaked with blood. My blood. My coração was pounding in my chest. Will this ever end?Why couldn't He get it over with . I was dying anyway. This was torture. Pure torture, but I could'nt move. My feet were stuck. I was paralysed. Paralysed with fear.My mother warned me about Him. Never become too attached. You'll only get hurt. She used to say. Mothers are right way too much of the time.I hate them.
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven or alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven or alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
The rules of the Writers games are that the first 24 people to cadastrar-se the club will be in the games. The first thing you'll have to do when you cadastrar-se is post a piece of composição literária that you have written. Once all 24 pieces are in me and lucky seven people will judge the writings and decide who lives and who dies! and You must use your own writing!
Week one-
In week one you must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed composição literária piece that you will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a composição literária battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to cadastrar-se write your net name and what number fã you were on the mural thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd Or Mallory McDonald
Week one-
In week one you must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed composição literária piece that you will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a composição literária battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to cadastrar-se write your net name and what number fã you were on the mural thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd Or Mallory McDonald
