*So, setting; there's a house, in the houses living room there's two teenage mirror twins, both girls with blonde hair and green eyes, both very pretty, there names are Venaline and Illeraline. There's an 8 ano old boy with brown hair, he's nerdy, I mean buch teeth and glasses nerdy, named Greg. And finally there's two 13 ano old boys, both are small for there age, one has silvery blue hair and blue eyes. The other one has brown hair, lots of freckles and green eyes. The blue eyed one is named Mo and his brother is Bo*
Venaline: *checks her phone* Omigod, you'll never guess what just happened! *sounds all GIRLY*
Illeraline: *runs over and looks at the phone*
Both at the same time: Oh My God!!! *start squealing even louder*
Greg: *scoots away from his computer* Um- girls the volume your using is exactly 79% air pollution the rest is air from your syneses
*the girls stare at him with that 'really?' look on there face*
*Mo and Bo walk in*
Mo: Hey-Hey Bo!
Bo: What Mo?
Mo: What's up?
Bo: Nothing, *they both start laughing and snorting really dorky*
Greg: You know the humor that joke was un detectable to me,
Mo: Your eyes look like there way to big for your head *snorts and laughs some more*
Illeraline: I'm getting out f here, your stupidity better not be contagious
Greg: Stupidity in not in DNA or viral either therefore non-contagious *the girls stare at him again*
Mo: oi Bo pull the finger! *points his finger at Bo*
Bo: *pulls it and they both rip one at the same time and fall over laughing*
Illeraline: *starts gaging and runs for the door followed por her sister*
Greg: I don't think I have to be a genius to say that's 100% disgusting *walks away*
Venaline: *checks her phone* Omigod, you'll never guess what just happened! *sounds all GIRLY*
Illeraline: *runs over and looks at the phone*
Both at the same time: Oh My God!!! *start squealing even louder*
Greg: *scoots away from his computer* Um- girls the volume your using is exactly 79% air pollution the rest is air from your syneses
*the girls stare at him with that 'really?' look on there face*
*Mo and Bo walk in*
Mo: Hey-Hey Bo!
Bo: What Mo?
Mo: What's up?
Bo: Nothing, *they both start laughing and snorting really dorky*
Greg: You know the humor that joke was un detectable to me,
Mo: Your eyes look like there way to big for your head *snorts and laughs some more*
Illeraline: I'm getting out f here, your stupidity better not be contagious
Greg: Stupidity in not in DNA or viral either therefore non-contagious *the girls stare at him again*
Mo: oi Bo pull the finger! *points his finger at Bo*
Bo: *pulls it and they both rip one at the same time and fall over laughing*
Illeraline: *starts gaging and runs for the door followed por her sister*
Greg: I don't think I have to be a genius to say that's 100% disgusting *walks away*
This is a song I made up!
~wHISPERS~
Until the End of time,
Until the end of me,
You'll be the death of me,
I dare you to cruz the line,
Because something curl waits for thee.
~Singing~
Broken inside
Feeling alive
Forced to defy
Who casts me aside
I'm waiting to be
Broken inside
Losing my mind
Gasping for life
Crashing through times
That drive me to find
The darkness behind
Will never run dry
But all still stand
~Chorus~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare you to cruz that line.
Because deep down I know
That I'm broken
I'm broken
~singing again~
The thinning line between
You and my sanity
Is quickly fading
I'm slowly sinking
Into Insane world we called love.
Takes just a breeze to cause a storm
Takes just a breath to cause a scream
It takes me to cause a tragedy
And slowly fading away...
~Chorus canon~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare you to cruz that line.
And deep down inside I'm fading because...
I'm Broken...
~wHISPERS~
Until the End of time,
Until the end of me,
You'll be the death of me,
I dare you to cruz the line,
Because something curl waits for thee.
~Singing~
Broken inside
Feeling alive
Forced to defy
Who casts me aside
I'm waiting to be
Broken inside
Losing my mind
Gasping for life
Crashing through times
That drive me to find
The darkness behind
Will never run dry
But all still stand
~Chorus~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare you to cruz that line.
Because deep down I know
That I'm broken
I'm broken
~singing again~
The thinning line between
You and my sanity
Is quickly fading
I'm slowly sinking
Into Insane world we called love.
Takes just a breeze to cause a storm
Takes just a breath to cause a scream
It takes me to cause a tragedy
And slowly fading away...
~Chorus canon~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare you to cruz that line.
And deep down inside I'm fading because...
I'm Broken...
Look threw,even the sea
Erin
Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank topo, início showing belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the nuvem in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen ano in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank topo, início showing belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the nuvem in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen ano in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my coração also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
por my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my coração also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
por my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell
With amêndoa eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell
With amêndoa eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
