Catherine Orr is 19 and is a non-identical twin.She tells us about her relationship with her sister,Michelle.
How do wewe think it is different being a twin?
'I think it's very different.We've been through exactly the same things:the same birthdays,the same parties,the same first siku at school,the same evil maths teacher.'
Do wewe think wewe and Michelle are zaidi similar than ordinary sisters?
'Definitely.If I don't like a film,then neither does she.We pick up the phone at the same time to call each other.If I get ill,so does she.'
Do wewe get on well with Michelle now?
'Yes,I see her about once a week,although it doesn't make much difference if wee see each other au not.We always know how the other is feeling.I think it's hard not to be close when wewe have known someone your whole life.'
What were the best things about being a twin as a child?And now?
'You have someone who knows wewe almost as well as wewe know yourself,someone who is experiencing all the same things as you.Now it's great because we have almost exactly the same memories.She is my memory sometimes.'
What were the worst things?
'People called us 'the twins' as if we were one person-I hated that,and so did Michelle.Some people also used to save money and buy one birthday present for both of us!Also Michelle was good at sport and I was terrible-that was difficult for me.'
How do wewe think it is different being a twin?
'I think it's very different.We've been through exactly the same things:the same birthdays,the same parties,the same first siku at school,the same evil maths teacher.'
Do wewe think wewe and Michelle are zaidi similar than ordinary sisters?
'Definitely.If I don't like a film,then neither does she.We pick up the phone at the same time to call each other.If I get ill,so does she.'
Do wewe get on well with Michelle now?
'Yes,I see her about once a week,although it doesn't make much difference if wee see each other au not.We always know how the other is feeling.I think it's hard not to be close when wewe have known someone your whole life.'
What were the best things about being a twin as a child?And now?
'You have someone who knows wewe almost as well as wewe know yourself,someone who is experiencing all the same things as you.Now it's great because we have almost exactly the same memories.She is my memory sometimes.'
What were the worst things?
'People called us 'the twins' as if we were one person-I hated that,and so did Michelle.Some people also used to save money and buy one birthday present for both of us!Also Michelle was good at sport and I was terrible-that was difficult for me.'
Is It True wewe Lie?
Is It True wewe Hate Me?
Is It True wewe Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True wewe Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True wewe Like Me Crying?
Is It True wewe Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True wewe Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True wewe Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True wewe Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True wewe Let Me Call wewe My True Bestfriend When wewe Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True wewe Hate Me?
Is It True wewe Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True wewe Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True wewe Like Me Crying?
Is It True wewe Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True wewe Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True wewe Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True wewe Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True wewe Let Me Call wewe My True Bestfriend When wewe Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were moto red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why wewe are
mad at me.
Why wewe shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Marafiki ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why wewe are mad.
Why do wewe have to do
what wewe do to me?
Why does it give wewe
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Marafiki take action?
Why cant wewe tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why wewe are
mad at me.
Why wewe shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Marafiki ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why wewe are mad.
Why do wewe have to do
what wewe do to me?
Why does it give wewe
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Marafiki take action?
Why cant wewe tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not kwa blood, then kwa what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, wewe ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time uandishi in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, wewe ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time uandishi in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a pink shati and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do wewe have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do wewe wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do wewe have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do wewe wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.