To My Sister

Two brothers. They sorta look like girls. Ever noticed that. They look so close to each other, I in love with one, my sister in love with the other, the one that gets the least attention. I love the other because he looks so relateable, but so uncommon. So open, but unapproachable, so nice, but so uncaring of your feelings. so...him. She likes hers because he is so shy, so lovable, so cute. And lonely. Like her, I guess. But the fact that she will admit that she likes a guy is big. I forget who is was, but there was...oh ya. This guy at my youth group. She and I both think hes kinda cute. Not saying any names thought. Im being respectful to her. She would kill me if I said. And it may seem that I hate my sister some times, but she is the only sister I have. So I need, and should tell her more often, that I love her. So this is for you lil' sis! I LOVE YOU!!!!! <3

Hate Me

Please, just stop loveing me
its not hurting you as much as me.
i have to think about how its not another
but how we just wont work together
its our opinnions
and how we are both in devision
nether can agree with the other
how will that get better by just being together?
i just cant do that
i feel at full as a worn mat.
i want to be full like a balloon
and feel to happy and swon
i know you want the perfict date
but me, this time, you need to hate.

He Died (Part three)

so ya im back soon...again!! i know, i dont really have a life...ya so im a loser sean, IM STILL YOUR COUSIN!!! anyway...ill continue

he raised his eyebrows. "why?" he used the tone he used to make fun of her, but it was only a half laugh, the other was serious.

"cause. i dont really want to go home. i hate it there. im always compared to other people. moms like, 'why cant you do this like your sister' and'why cant you do that like your sister' I HATE IT!"
he looked at her huffing and puffing. he knew her, like really knew her. and yet...didn't. he didnt know all her pet peeves , and her favorit music, and her favorite cereal. he guessed that this would be a good way to find out.

"um...whats the date?" he looked for a calender.

"Uhhh the 22. why?"

"cause, Teresa is supposed to come today. never mind, ya come back in an hour though. i'm having a meeting... its hard to explain..."
she raised her eyebrow questioningly (that was a really big word!!!!!)
"who is she?"
"my...maid? or is is politically correct to say cleaner...?"
her eyes got all big and shiny (ooooo shiny.....)(moo haha now im commenting on my own thingy....moohahah!!!)she held back fake tears. "what?"
"i thought that i was your cleaner..."
"well you are, just not one i pay..."
"then pay me!" she huffed and clenched her fists and pouted (aaawww,not!).
he leaned close to her, and grabbed her arm pulling her quickly into him. he caught her in his arms lightly and lifted her with ease. he took her carefully to the couch, where he laid her softly and straddled her lightly. (not sure if i said her age, so because its now going to heat up...she i...well hes 28...so she will be 19) he leaned in to her, watching her eyes for any sign that she didn't want him. she didn't give him any. he kissed her softly at fist, but grew more aggressive, kissing her passionately. she strung her arms around his neck, he around her waste. they stayed like that for a while, just kissing. he was the fist to go farther, he grabbed her top botten of her pants and pulled it open, not leaving her lips.
"its Heath, i have always loved him!" she thought to her self. "so why do i want him to stop?" she reached for his hand and intertwined their hands and pulled it back to where she was. he pulled back slightly, not enough to arch his back, but enough to see her whole face.
"that's not what you meant is it?"she looked totally serious, so she couldn't help burst out laughing.
"no"she laughed, "although i didn't mind the kissing." he got off her and they both sat on the couch smiling to them selves. she looked down and re-buttoned her pants. "so...does this mean i can stay over night?" they both laughed. she got up, stretched and started to walk to the door.
"hey!" he called standing also, "you know i have loved you for a long time now right?" he looked so helpless, like a lost child asking to just go home.
"yeah. i know." she smiled and blew a kiss, open the door and left. on the way down it never accrued to her that he was in his bedroom now taking a few to many pills tonight, and would never get to have her moment with him.

ok so i had to end it emo. also i love you Heath, may you rest in peace. even if i never got my moment with you....

OMG!!!

ok all i can say is YES IM DONE!!!!!! i know way long over due....but wut ever! i now am taking a break from stories, unless its a good one, and i have it all done to start with. so im doing a project on edger allan poe, and in memory of him...
to--

I heed not that my earthly lot

Hath little of Earth in it,

That years of love have been forgot

In the hatred of a minute:

I mourn not that the desolate

Are hapier, sweet, than I,

But that you sorrow for my fate

Who am a passer-by.

i like that one. but man was that guys life messed up! he was like on a freakin rollercoster of good and bad stuff happinin! like he was a really unlucky guy.
he died crazy. poor guy, and all alone. i would miss him. he sounded like an ok guy, altough he was a drinker sometimes. anyway, thats all i have to say. no wait i have my own emo poem....

alone we must keep
alone we must creep
to our beds we cry
watching as happy people past us by.
no one sees us
no one misses us
we feel empty in side
and have no real pride
in who we really are
even if they have deserted us so far
they try to come back
but only get us attacked
the emo
we are so alone
no one but those who want to stone
us and make us feel bad
so you assholes wonder why we are so sad!

ta da!!!!