Bienvenue chez moi

Bienvenue chez moi
T0ut d'ab0rd bienvenu dans m0n bl0g!! al0rs jvais faire une ptite presentation bref p0ur mieu me connaitre et specialement cad0 de bienvenu une page c0l0rée!! jespere que v0us v0us plairez dans m0n bl0g
Pren0m : Amina
Date de naissance :04/01/1992
L
ieu : Casa
C0uleur pféré: n0ir/blanc/r0uge
Chans0n préféré de l'année:parle à ma main
Tenu vestimentaire préférée: jeans ceinture tee shirt
Matière préférée: aucune:s . :d
Meilleurs s0irées et m0ments passées : avec mes amis
C0llier ou bracelet : c0llier
Cheveux b0uclés 0u raides :les 2
Chient 0u chat : chien
# Posté le lundi 28 janvier 2008 08:56
Modifié le lundi 28 janvier 2008 16:01

c'est moi

c'est moi
Je ne suis pas Parfaite
cOmme tOut l'mOnde
Mais Je ne suis pas tOut l'mOnde
dOnc je suis parfaite...
...Mais à ma fOn



ce montage est fais par m!zo (je t'adogh fort merci (k) )



vOs AvIs:
# Posté le mercredi 30 janvier 2008 12:38
Modifié le jeudi 31 janvier 2008 12:51

ma couzine(z!neb) with sa copine(wah!ba)

ma couzine(z!neb) with sa copine(wah!ba)
Pour ma cousine

Une cousine pour la vie,
Une cousine aujourd'hui,
Une cousine près de moi,
pour m'éviter de devenir folle...

Elle essaye de me calmer,
quand je me sent mal dans ma vie,quand je me laisse aller,
elle m'aident à avancer,
un peu plus chaque journées...

Elle est la près de moi,pour toujours,
une belle preuve d'amour,
une amour de cousine qui est très important,
à chaque moments...

Elle est là pour m'aider,
mais aussi pour m'apprécier,
elle me connaît bien,
et m'aide même pour un rien...



# Posté le mercredi 30 janvier 2008 12:45
Modifié le mardi 22 juillet 2008 15:35

pUb

                                                                                                 pUb
# Posté le vendredi 01 février 2008 11:56
Modifié le jeudi 17 juillet 2008 05:33

No More Tears To Cry

No More Tears To Cry
No More Tears To Cry

a y
ear and a half
since that
cold day in January
yet
I still remember it like it was yesterday
(I guess
to me it always will be )

rain poure
d down as if it desperately needed to rid itself of all moisture
as if the c
louds felt that they had to ring out all the water that night

that very night
or else t
he world would come to a drastic end

to me that "end" seemed to come anyway

the street
s were pools of water
cars
spinning out of control
she never had a chance to grow up

fif
teen
she was
merely fifteen

too youn
g to experience life on her own
yet to
o old to have it spoon-fed to her

she
wanted to be independent
a rebel
she
wanted to say that she had done it without her parents ever knowing
but they
found out

2:00 AM
knock
on the door
"I'm sorry m
a'am"
was the
first words out of his mouth
"your d
aughter was killed tonight in a car accident"
the w
orld came to a halting stop and yet the room still managed to
c
ontinue to spin

"you don
't know what you are talking about"
"m
y baby . . . my baby, she's upstairs sleeping"

fr
antically she ran up the stairs
she wa
s gone
no whe
re to be found

its over

she was ide
ntified

it w
as really her

a best fri
end to so many . . . her life stolen away

I heard
the next day

full of dis
belief I acted as if I never heard the words

"lie
s . . . our school is so full of lies . . . its only a nasty rumor, you know how
that is"

was my repl
y to the news that soon became a reality to me shortly after

I
saw her

lyi
ng . . . still
no movemen
t
although I
could have sworn that at any moment she was just going to rise
up out of the baby blue bed that she rested in and bring peace to a room
fu
ll of grief

it didn't even look like her

it wasn'
t her

too l
ong I glared at her
quest
ions running through my mind like a freight train at a speed to fast
to comp
rehend

"God,
she was just a child. How could a life so young, be stolen so
quickly? "

no reply

I g
ot infuriated with Him
sh
e was a good kid
just mad
e a few bad choices
I neve
r thought they were severe enough to be punishable by death

th
e next day
a
s I witnessed the casket that held the breathless
b
ody of my dear friend
be
lowered into the earth

t
ears poured down my cheeks like rain out of heaven

it was so c
old that day
I could feel the salty droplets dry hard on my
fac
e

fifteen de
grees

I won
dered for so long about the life of my friend
I pon
dered this question so many times

wh
y shall the innocent die, while the murderers run free?

how co
me she never got to fulfill the "perfect"
plan that
we are all promised?

it
has taken me this year and a half to understand the loss of my friend
it ha
s taken me this long to realize that her
plan was
played out

i
t is all summed up in this one word that often brings shutters to the
bones
of so many

"lessons"

he
r death was a lesson to all that she left behind life is fragile
there is n
o way that we can control who lives and dies
all we
can do is have faith that we will get through it

good and bad
are obvious and sometimes not so obvious

right a
nd wrong choices can determine life or death

so i
t's time for us to wake up
mourn no mo
re
for time w
ill heal our broken hearts

and one da
y
there will
be no more tears to cry
# Posté le vendredi 01 février 2008 18:19