Hello people,First of all thank you to all the readers who have gone through my first poem and giving their valuable remarks. Now, I'm coming up with my second venture. I hope you people will like reading this poem too like the former. Berukhi is a short poem that portrays the feelings of two people who were madly in love but got separated. The poem portrays the emotions of the lovers that they go through and how this separation brings out a change in them.
На пръв поглед живота на семейство Смит е прекрасен, но през погледа на Лео нещата въобще не са розови. Родителите му често пътуват и се налага да наемат бавачка която да се грижи за него когато те отсъстват. Новата бавачка на Лео е най-обикновено момиче от неговата гимназия и е с 1 година по-голяма от него. Лео се влюбва в нея и прави всичко, за да я спечели, но това се оказва мислията невъзможна когато родителите му се развеждат и той трябва да заживее с новото си семейство на ново място. Съдбата на Лео му е завещала да бъде популярен, красив и много богат което му носи серия от неприятности, интриги и го запознава от близо с лицемерието на близки хора.
In this fanfiction of the iconic series Death Note, Sergio Hernandez picks up the Death Note and steadily goes from being insane to a great idea: Use the Death Note to kill criminals like Kira once did all those years ago. Near, the enigmatic successor to the legendary L, finds himself once again drawn into the deadly game of cat and mouse. As he races against time to unravel the mysteries surrounding the new Death Note holder, he discovers that the line between justice and vengeance has never been more blurred. ( Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata )
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Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."Matthew 19:14www.jmcrfoundation.org
His eyes were so warm, yet his glare was cold, he had wings of white but the feathers were painted black. He told me he was my guardian angel, sent from the archangel Uriel. He was to protect me from myself for I was the one who covered myself in cuts, scars, and bruises. My guardian stalked my bedroom as he watched me. Breathless, he advanced to me, grabbed my arm, pulled me up from my bed and began walking to my window. "Where are you taking me?" I heard my own voice in my head, my mouth would not open, it was stapled shut. The angel looked back, eyes black as soil instead of the icy blue I had seen merely moments before. I questioned him no more. The sense of safety flushed over my body. I couldn't control myself anymore. I knew the sense of safety was false. He wasn't an angel. His hands began to spark against my skin as we neared the end of the driveway, white lights flashed from the bedroom to the outside, the window left open behind us. His touch sent lightning through my veins, electrocuting my blood to a boil, the world began to grow dark, yet strangely hot, but the trees were rocking from the cold wind I had felt earlier. I was burning from the inside out. I felt flames start to grow from my toes to my neck, completely engulfing my existence. Screams pierced my eardrums, my eyes darted around to see if anyone would wake up and save me in the dead of night. Not one flicker of a light. The screams came from within me, my brain telling me to fight back, but I can't. How can I fight if my entire body was turned to stone?The last thing my eyes rested upon was my angel guiding me to the deepest and darkest pits of hell, with a smile on his cold, beautiful face.