Family"Alright, I'm off to work." Called Nathan from downstairs, slipping into his police coat. His two kids rushed down the stairs, his wife following slowly after them, and they hugged him. The little 7 year old girl, Camilla, said, "When will you be back?" "Same time as always, honey." Nathan said with a smile, and he kissed her head. She giggled and scampered off, hollering back an "ok". By then, Lilia, Nathan's wife, was at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him to give her a kiss before he goes. Daniel, the 10 year old boy stood there with that questioning look he always had. "When can you take me with you to work?" Nathan chuckled and squatted down next to him. "I'll always answer you the same way every time you ask that: Not until you're older." Daniel sighed and went into the living room with his sister. Nathan stood up and walked over to his wife. "Will you get a paycheck today?" Lilia asked. Nathan smiled reassuringly to her and took her hands. "I don't know, love." Her face fe
A Burning Sensation Part 2: Sick and TiredNo matter what I do,
No matter what I say,
You criticize every move I make,
And trample on my every word.
I help you day by day,
Yet you take advantage of my kindness;
I'm sick and tired of your hurtful words;
Hell has never felt so real.
It's all I give you;
My hope that you'll realize how bad you're hurting me, and just stop.
"I'm pretty" you say;
I used to believe that.
But your evil actions prove,
It is not the case.
Do you have any idea how much I want to fight back,
How much I don't want to just "turn the other cheek"?
Have you not heard what bullying does to a person?
Have you been so deaf and blind?
Don't you realize lying to me about homework is bullying?
Do you know what that would have cost me,
If it wasn't due that day?
This burning sensation within me turned evil.
Do you dare to spread rumors about me now openly
Because he left,
Because he can't do anything about it,
But tell me to keep the hope?
AngerI don't cry when I'm angry.
I don't stomp my foot and storm to my bedroom.
I slam my fist against a door;
I throw the things in my room.
I have anger issues, people say;
I must admit they are very true.
But I don't want to be this way.
I am dangerous when I'm angry.
It's like my angel wings were set on fire,
Like my halo was ripped from my head,
Replacing it with the devil's horns and tail,
And demon wings upon my back.
Will I ever be in control?
I fear I will be abusive,
If I ever give birth to children;
I fear I'll get too angry at the little mistakes they do.
I want to have peace of mind;
I want to be in control of my emotions.
But how will I do that
If the devil is always clinging to my back?
A Burning SensationLove has never been a part of my life. I never thought it as an emblem of eternity since the day I was exposed to the outside world. Why hope for it now? I have been waiting for three years, and nothing...no one, has taken the time to look my way. No one has even a mere moment to spare.
"Purrr, puurrr." Why hello, little kitten. Why hast thou come to me? You cuddle against my leg; you long for affection such as I. We are one in the same.
I squat down and pet you as you brush your head against my hand; you want my touch, you want to feel my hand slide across your furry flank. I feel your little wet nose as you sniff the palm of my hand and push against it once more. Oh how I wish it were that easy for me.
Everyday, I am tormented by my enemies. They're like lions waiting for the right time to pounce on their prey. A single friend is all I have, and little did I know that we would drift apart some day...and that day came all too soon.
Family is the only thi
Why?It's like a game to you.
You hurl those stinging words at me;
Did you know they burn like hell within?
Why must you make this place a living hell for me?
Everyday I have to come,
I have no other choice.
You're always there waiting for me,
To try and push me off the tight rope that I'm walking.
I hide my fear by singing.
I feel so alive and feel like I can do anything.
And that's the only time you respect me,
When I show my talent inside.
You spread rumors about me,
Yet you know me not.
Why do you hiss at me so,
Like a snake about to devour its prey?
You hide just out of sight,
You're afraid to face me.
Why are you afraid?
What can I do to possibly harm you?
All I do is pray for all my enemies.
I pray for their conversion,
And try to love them all the same.
So take your best shot,
Try and knock me down.
But with the Lord on my side,
Nothing will slow me down.
Shoot ItAll my flaws
And all my mistakes,
Shoot it down;
Whatever it takes.
And the pride I have,
Shoot it down;
It's like a knife that stabs.
The stolen things
And all things I mistreated,
Shoot, don't be afraid;
Before it gets repeated.
All the lies
And all the times I took something or someone for granted,
Shoot, don't be afraid;
It'll be a matter of time before I am hunted.
Hunted by the demon,
It's always planning my death;
I ask that you shoot it,
For I'll gladly take a bullet to the head.