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Charge your own  life the wind did not blow or came.

Dress yourself with happiness for I do no longer care.

What do you think  of me some kind of a tail.

Run around and after you 'till you are there.

No dearest you are terribly wrong.

My sadness will not be long.

My deepest fears had been fulfilled.

Now you are only a sad page in my life.

A ruined theater, a broken heart.

Why did you build this  fantasy and let me dream.

Is that  how you treat a person with love that’s so great.

My melodies are sad yet they are comforting.

At least the pain is slowly fading away.

I must be strong and fight it and find the day.

Where  it can be brightly dark with its clay.

Brutally torturing my skin with its unseen claws.

Coming at me to delete all of my flaws.

To make me perfect for those who fear beauty.

The roots of my pain are slowly burning me down.

My happiness is seeping away and I cannot stop it.

I am helpless now that I cried out all of my strength.

Yet in my latest dreams I have seen your face

Felt your touch , your pain , your tears and your smiles.

In reality I've known your looks , your facts and your lies.

Seeking the darkness in your morning lie.

To help  me realize I am now dead and gone.

My ferry wells are now your biggest dreams.

about the "abomination," because Edward hissed furiously and leaped off the

porch.

"They want to kill Bella?" he snarled flatly.

Emmett and Jasper, not having heard the first part of the conversation, took his

inflectionless question for a statement. They were right next to him in a flash,

teeth exposed as they moved on us.

Hey, now,Seth thought, backing away.

"Em, Jazz – not

Emmett and Jasper rocked back on their heels; Emmett turned to Edward while

Jasper kept his eyes locked on us.

"What's

"The same one as mine," Edward hissed. "But they have their own plan to handle

it. Get the others. Call Carlisle! He and Esme have to get back here now."

I whined uneasily. They

"They aren't far," Edward said in the same dead voice as before.

I'm going to go take a look,Seth said.

theml The others. The pack is coming."their problem?" Emmett demanded.were separated.Run the western perimeter.

"Will you be in danger, Seth?" Edward asked.

Seth and I exchanged a glance.

Don't think so,we thought together. And then I added,

Just in case...

But maybe I should go.

They'll be less likely to challenge me,Seth pointed out.

I'm just a kid to them.

You're just a kid to me, kid.

I'm outta here. You need to coordinate with the Cullens.

He wheeled and darted into the darkness. I wasn't going to order Seth around, so

I let him go.

Edward and I stood facing each other in the dark meadow, i could hear Emmett

muttering into his phone. Jasper was watching the place where Seth had vanished

into the woods. Alice appeared on the porch and then, after staring at me

with anxious eyes for a long moment, she flitted to Jasper's side. I guessed that

Rosalie was inside with Bella. Still guarding her – from the wrong dangers.

"This isn't the first time I've owed you my gratitude, Jacob," Edward whispered.

"I would never have asked for this from you."

I thought of what he'd asked me for earlier today. When it came to Bella, there

were no lines he wouldn't cross.

Yeah, you would.

He thought about it and then nodded. "I suppose you're right

 There'sn't any official name for it yet. 

That's Bella and Edward at the end. 

Twilight walks away from the sky hastily.

For it is afraid of the blackness ahead.

The eclipse of the sun shall bring darkness upon us.

And a new moon will be reborn to unleash the great remorse.

The howling of an angel, screams of dread.

A dawn shall rise before our eyes to see and our heads.

A new day is consuming and vanquishing the deep dark vain…

The blood we shed shall ease the pain.

Here they stand with shocking expression.

Beauty, silence are their perfection.

One stood, a heart within.

Tears spill from my eyes and a piercing knife dig,

A hole in my chest from a horrible purgatory.

There isn't going to be neither failure nor victory.

Frigid fear crept in my heart.

The loss of something precious and one to cause the heart a halt.

Reaching my arm to collide with the cold one, causing a contact between myself and the heart.

As we both touched the life engine, we felt overwhelming excruciation.

Clouds suppressed the pure celestial water, holding tightly against all machinations.

Rain fell from the sky, hammering the earth with liquid nails.

Pinning my love to the heart's core.

The cold angel smiled at me crookedly, and the lips parted slightly.

My gems saw through the tears a bright hope. 

A smile shall be drawn.

Across my face, for I have witnessed a breaking dawn.

Taking my hand into the night, the sun will sink into the soils.

My inexpediency does not bother nor annoy you, for you have an everlasting amuse on your face.

Clasping the hands with cold twins, we shall take a pace.

Take us to another world, where there is a midnight sun that would embrace us both.  

 
- Serenity

        As I always say, there is nothing in the world that is called love. There is only Obsession, Addiction and Faith.  
People throughout my life told me that there is love, I don't entirely disagree, I mean yes there is love between a mother and her child. That is a obligation, something that is planted in the mother to all of her children that is why it is so beautiful and pure. 
Troubles with parents or our mothers saying there are tired of us or hate us, doesn't actually make sense, so don't get tangled if you love them.
      Other than that, Love is fiction. It is a fabrication of minds. 
      Example #1: Romeo and Juliet.
      These people were created by a master mind called William Shakespeare. 
      Two enemies of time, those are the seeds of the battle? Danced, then loved each other? Aha, very convincing. 
      Example #2: Jack and Rose. 
      Two different classes, rich and poor in reverse, fate?  
      Example #3: Edward and Bella. 
      Two entirely different worlds, Edward is a vampire no need to proceed. 
     
     Perhaps my examples are weak, there isn't anything in the world called Love. 
     Hormones maybe. 


This poem I've written and I have no idea what it means besides, it is very trashy don't waste your time. 
   

Fogs and mist

Creeping from an everlasting gist

Reaches with ghastly claws

To where roses enroot with beauteous pose

Their mischievous aura lay

Blood red roses slowly fading away

Ashes replace the once gorgeous orchard

No soul survived nor a breath was left for an amateur bard

To illustrate, reflect it as a shining sun

 

One revived, strong with might

Full of shame, stripped from every right

No gems to spill tears

No heart to skip a beat

 

Screaming shall be heard

A wolf to yowl, teeth dripping with the blood of the herd

Extirpation of roots

Our black rose has been found and now being slaughtered by fools

 

Fogs and mist

Creeping from an everlasting gist

Russet fume fly from the great crater

Reaches the sky, turn it into a darkened feature  

Yet the black rose of ours smiles grievingly

She embraces the darkness outside greedily

Within obscurity is a sea to be lost in

No shore to encircle, filled with filth and gins

 

A light breaks from the east

Amaurotic our dear rose is

 

Is it that trivial thing they call love?

What is love, if we have obsession, addiction?

No speak for the obvious was ever there

Only amateurs and Romeo believers might utter

The ones that are not seen

The ones that are only heard

Myth!

History!

How men can knows it true?

 

Shall I speak or shall I speak?

What to say and what to leave?

Diminutive or significant?

Treasonous or kind?

One cannot decide nor can I

What is love? 

- Serenity.

       Days are being so long and it is beginning to wear me out. I had a lot of things to prepare concerning our flight to Germany. 
My parents were thinking ever since I don't know that they want to go to Europe with us and we got tickets to Germany seeing that it is a beautiful country. 
This is the first time I am traveling to Germany and I am a little nervous, I think it is normal to feel that, though all of them are just excited. Heights could be a hideous enemy and it is unfortunately my enemy. My first flight when I was actually cognizant was when I was thirteen as far as I remember, or twelve. It was very bad, I was bored all the time and the plane was jiggling, it was frightening. 
      It seems to me that I have a lot of things that I don't have in my possession right now. Some pieces of clothes and a few of that. I have been going back and forth to the mall, well actually several malls. I hate to shop, might be abnormal seeing that I'm a girl. 
      It is only four days or so to the date of flight and I am still missing some supplies. It is beginning to irritate all of us and I think it's wearing my heart. 
      That's all I have to say now. 
      I have to run back to work again, to whomever cares to read this, I'll write some more later. 
- Serenity.