TH - Hear my voiceMore Like This
..can somebody hear my voice..?
"Argh,IT'S RAINING AGAIN..!!!" Tom yelled while kicking his foot to the wall,which made me regain my consciousness. Still sitting on my chair,I turn to look at the source of that commotion. My twin brother,Tom,is now whimpering in pain while holding his right foot --which was,according to my assumption,the one he used to kick the wall-- and jumping around with his left foot. Seeing my twin brother's absurd act,I tried to hold back my laughter,though it didn't work at all.
"There,there.. Tom,calm down please." said Gustav,who is also trying his best not to burst his laughter in front of my currently-emotional-twin-brother,while handing over a chair so that Tom could sit down,but it seems that he needn't because Tom has already dropped himself on the floor in exhaust,still whining in pain.
"Gosh,Tom. You don't need to be so infuriated like that.. Just calm yourself down." said Georg.
Tom took a short breath and yelled, "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN?!" wh
Dear World final chap.Wednesday, March 25, 2010.More Like This
Today I feel great. Like nothing could bring me down. I just couldn't understand why, but it felt really good. I went to the kitchen and ate my breakfast. I kept thinking, why we went to the hospital. I didn't asked Laura yesterday, but I think I could ask her today. And that's what I did. She came down, and kissed my cheeks.
- "Good morning darling."
- "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
- "Yes I did. She looked at me with an air that she didn't get the point of the question. And you?"
- - "I slept like a rock." I made a goofy smile. She laughed.
- "You slept like a rock?" She laughed harder.
- "Yeah. Kind of Slept very well." She laughed again. It made me laugh too. "So Laura Can I ask you, why did, we went to the hospital?"
- "Ahm You're asking because the blood right? It was Just to make sure everything was ok."
- "Oh, ok. That's correct."
Laura seemed very nervous, when I ques
Leading to That Day - PrequelMore Like This
Bill stood there as he took in the energy of the crowd. "Thank you for coming out everyone! I hope you enjoyed our Concert!!" he screamed into his mike. The fans answered him with their own high pitch screams and Bill ran off stage.
"That was an awesome," said Tom, walking out of his dressing room, a slightly disheveled young lady scurried out of the door behind him.
"Our last concert of this tour or the girl?" kidded Georg; Tom just smiled and looked down the hallway to make sure the girl had left.
"Hey Bill," Bill shook himself out of his writing and looked at Tom. "Can I have a cigarette?" he asked. Bill leaned back in his seat and fished out his carton of cigarettes from his front pocket.
"Those are going to kill you," Gustav said, knowing that his words would fall on deaf ears.
"It's my last one," Bill said looking into his almost empty carton.
"I have a pack at home; I'll give you one there."
"Fine," Bill answered, not incredibly happy about giving away his last cigarette but
Dear World Chap. 5More Like This
Tuesday, March 23, 2010.
Today I went with Karen to school. We spend the whole day together. Her company was really nice. I guess she started to see me, as a friend and not something more. After a long day full with classes we came to my house. Laura invited Karen to lunch with us. When we arrive, we put or bags in my room and we went to the kitchen where Laura was already making us lunch.
- "So, how was the day?"
- "Exhausting." Sigh.
- "Yeah Bill, but it was worth it. We learned pretty much today."
- "Yes, it was cool. But exhausting."
Laura smiled and then she put toasts, butter, juice and some things more so we could eat whatever we wanted. After we lunch, with so many talk in the middle me and Karen went up to my room. I sited down on my window and Karen sited on my bed.
- "Come with me."
She got up from bed and I went to my roof. Then I sited and Karen sited too.
- "Wow it's so pretty!"
- "It is right? I love it."
- "Yes it is. But you know I know
Ode of a BeggarWhile reading this, please do not think superficially.More Like This
Try to seek the deeper meaning behind the words.
The meaning itself does not need to be found.
In seeking its meaning, the poem will reveal its true nature to you. (At least, that is what I hope it will do! That's what my goal was in writing this. I just wanted to create a poem that would appear to have been created with minimal effort, yet be swarming with hidden messages and meanings that only someone who sought to explore the poem would find. That was the goal. I hope I have achieved that goal in one way or another. If not...well, enjoy the poem anyway! :] Thank you.)
Why, hello there, old friend.
I have been awaiting your arrival.
You look so cold and tired;
Please, won't you come in?
I have a place where you will be warm.
And you can rest your feet;
And I can make you some tea;
And you can escape the cold.
And we will speak of the finer things,
And laugh at the lonely beggar as he makes his rounds.
And we will count our
Dear World. Chap 4More Like This
Monday, March 22, 2010.
Today I had school again. It was a boring day, just like every day. Weather was on my side. It was a sunny and hot day. How I love this. When the class were finished, a friend of mine named Karen ask me to go out, to her birthday party. I was really not in the mood so I said no, but it was sweet of her, invite me. But she didn't give up.
- "Oh c'mon Bill! It will be fun."
- "Hum I still don't know about it Besides, I don't have anything to you. Not even the money to but it "
- "Don't be silly. Just your presence will make me happy." She smiled. It was good to know, I had someone, who liked me. "Please?"
- "I will think about it. And I'll tell you tomorrow."
- "I'll be waiting."
She smiled, made a cute look and kissed me in the face. Then she laughed and she ran inside. I smiled staring at her. When I got back home, I talked to Laura. She didn't mind at all. She was happy, with the fact that I was going out, mostl
Dear World Chap. 3Sunday, March 21, 2010.More Like This
Today I went to the beach; take a walk, by myself. I just needed a time for myself. I'm really enjoying, but I'm kind of missing Germany, and all my friends. I got to know a bunch of stuff from you. Laura the adorable lady -, is your mom. She told me you had a twin brother. But things were pretty bad that time, and she have to give the baby for adoption. It was just a baby It was a bit random don't you think? You could have a twin brother. Someone to play with, share all your secrets, joys, sadness and everything. Unfortunelly, only with seven years you slipped away. It was a tough moment for everyone who knew you. Mostly your mom, that was all alone, taking care of you. I'm still wondering, what happen to your twin brother. Probably he is a grown up, and he studies. Or maybe works. I wonder if he knows the truth It's always bad hiding things. Even knowing, that our parents think it for our good, I don't think it's good after some
Akai -fanfiction : part oneMore Like This
He is a misunderstood soul. No, he is not misunderstood. There is nothing to understand about him. He can't even understand his own self. In other words, he's a soul like no other. The boy was not born this way, but evolved. How? If only he knew. If only they knew.
A dark haired boy approached a kitchen table filled with four other children like him. Foster children. The boy in black was forced in this hell pit. If only he could live alone, fully alone. He didn't need foster 'parents'. In fact, they didn't treat him like their child or a child to take care of and look after. They believe they were cursed. Then again, people will do anything for money; they kept the boy.
"What are you doing? You know we don't have room for you on this bloody table. You sit on the floor." The oldest child living here commanded. His hair thick like honey, color of it too, and a large build; he was not fat, but largely built. The boy with the black hair looked at him and frowned. He was sick of it.
Fame Is A MonsterTom had been staring into the mirror for what seemed like hours. His eyes drooped with tiredness while his limbs were hunched and weak. But no matter how dreadful and dreary he looked, Tom Kaulitz was proud to see bags under his eyes and chapped lips. After years of battling Fame, he had finally been able to break free. He had finally won.More Like This
Gustav and Georg were lucky, they didn't have to work nearly as hard as I have, Tom thought to himself, staring into his own eyes. Only moments ago, he had seen flawlessness. He was perfection, the Adonis--he was Fame, and Fame was him. Not anymore.
Tom tore his gaze away from the mirror and looked at the room around him. His struggle showed. Pillows of the hotel room lay on the floor in shreds. Deep scratches lined the walls while the occasional hole dotted the eggshell white. Tom's own clothing had been shredded and ripped apart while the guitarist struggled against Fame to regain control. Open wounds stung his skin, but it was worth
The Final NoteMore Like This
Bill glanced down into the swarm of bystanders, as lights from nearby buildings reflected off of his moist brown eyes. Glimpses of her face remained attached to his mind, as he gripped the pen and paper. He wasn't much of a writer considering his pass childhood memories of his first letter to Santa Clause, which was rudely destroyed by his naughty twin brother, Tom.
I know you're not real, but I guess I could give it a try. What's there to loose?
Uhm, I was wondering...if you could
get me a toy planego out with me this Christmas.
I promise to be
gooda total douche and do whatever mom tells me.
I thought that maybe if I asked you face to face you would say yes, but mom would never let me go to
the North Poll,your room even if Tom went with me.
So...yeah I guess that's it.
Although Tom later apologized, Bill was too embarrassed to speak to his Preschool crush ever again. Afte
Hilf Mir FliegenHer hands were wrapped delicately around the brown cup. Her soft fingers trailing the flowing pattern with its intricite turns and twists. Smiling to herself she closes her eyes and feels the evening sun resting on her body. Soaking into the pores of her skin, the golden rays rush through the window and light the room up in shades of gold. She lifts the cup to her lips and drinks in the soothing familiar taste of coffee. Its bitter, but laced with a sweet coating that gives her the energy she needs.More Like This
Another day gone.
Her feet are tired and sore from the constant rush in the classroom. The children, which she loves dearly, keep her up and about for hours on end. She is grateful for the little coffee shop that she visits daily. In that same seat she has occupied for the past 3 years.
Glancing over her shoulder she notices the capacity of the room is on the brink of overflowing. There is only one spare chair available in the room which is adjacent to her.
The clock ticks loudly above her