The truth about santaAfter much research, we present the annual aeronautical engineers report on the theory of Santa: No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen. There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish & Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total -378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per househol
LonelyHere i sit Here i standHere i kneelHere i crouchThere they sitThere they standThere they kneelThere they crouchI thinkI watchI mopeI hideThey laughThey talkThey giggleThey plotLonley Sad ForlornHappyJollySillyI'm not one of themI'm not good enoughI'm not easyI'm not complicatedI'm just meI'm just lonely
It's heartbreakingNo matter what i say,No matter what i do,Your there,Your laughing,Your talking.I stare,I sulk,I shake,I cannot look.Arms around another,Legs tangled with another,Looking into someone elses eyes,It's heartbreaking,It's heartretching.My soul departs,My heart rips,My eyes burn,My body is weak,It crumples to the floor,I shakeI shiver.You tratior,You liar,You scumbag,Your beneath me,Your no longer mine,It's hard, it hurts, its sad.I cannot live,I cannot lie,I cannot love another.You mean everything to me,I loved you with all my soul,My heart,My body.I was yours,you never noticed
Break timeThere i sitall alone,watching everyone have funshe looks at meand smiles.She beckons me over i goslowly "what's wrong me lovely" she says"nothing" is what i reply.hugs me and then i back offshe was the only one to talk to me. that lonely quite sad break.Everyone else is laughing joking having funand there i am in the corner again maybe i should just leave.one other girl looks at me then looks away. evils i get from hershe knows no different just carries on.i still stand on my own.lonely like always i don't laugh much when i'm with themexcept there are no exceptionsi'm still alone. i spen
LoveLove,Taken from the roses,Added to the lonely,Taken to the hub,Into society.Love,Is how we express emotion,To others we know,To tell others that we care for them,And understand them well.Love, Is what makes life exciting,Between humans,And animals.How do we love?How do we show love?Is love an emotion?I know because i feel it,And i know when i'm loved back.
The silver locket chapter 3i had been sitting by then fire after dinner staring at the locket that lay in my hands. i was thinking to myself about my parents where were they?? i couldn't believe that i had found myself in this situation. i had warm tears running down my cheeks. i couldn't believe this. i was crying. i stared into the fire. then someone sat next to me. i looked up after discreetly wiping my tears from my eyes. it was jomei. "what's that you have there?".he asked."oh this old thing its my parents locket. my grandparents gave it to me before they kicked me out of the house when the bandits attacked the village." i said with a cheerfulness in my voice.