CAPULET!
Yo my name is Tyblet, yeah I’m the prince of cats, if you want to fight I’m ok with that. Don’t mess with my cuz or I’ll mess with you especially one of the house of Montague. Romeo, Romeo, where are you Romeo if you come near you‘ll be as dead as a dodo. Continue reading Capulet
Juliet paced around her room, bubbling with uncontrollable excitement and overwhelmed by a type of happiness that had never before ventured into her body.Better yet, she felt as if it had made itself feel right at home and would stay with her forever. All this because Romeo was due to arrive in but a few minutes.
The leaf is a symbol of hope;The girl will never let hope take place.
The helmet is heavy;It made the girl feel week and trapped.
No one understands
Alone in a bottle ; stuck in something you can’t get out of. Bottling it up. Know one knows you;know one knows you excites. Each stone is a bad feeling; every stone surrounds you. You are a locked box and the key is lost in the sea. Their’s a zip on your mouth;know one knows how you feel.Clouds in your mind.Nothing to look forward to.
Your love is your life;
Your hate is your death;
Love is adrenaline;
Yet a Capulet is a dagger in a dove;
A retched disease that ales my parents;
A wound in a soul of gold;
Juliet you are my life,
Juliet you are my death.
Uh yeah.
My name is Tybalt,
they call me prince of cats.
I learnt from a book,
not a Mont, but a Cap.
My uncle has my word,
to never start a fight,
but this jerk Romeo,
see I hate him with might.
My cousin Juliet,
A star crossed lover,
Met love struck Romeo,
“Who’s like no other.”
My friend Romeo, you shouldn’t follow after Tybalt. The consequences are too high. Leave it to the Prince and his new law. If you fight, you shall also face the consequences of death. Tybalt is destined to die anyway by law, you don’t need to for fill it now. It shall be done by the Prince.
Romeo; Juliet
Just a feud keeping them apart.
Capulet’s; Montague’s
An ancient war between two families.
Death; Life
A powerful hero falls.
Romeo, o Romeo look what thy enemy has done! Your dear friend Mercutio has died. He has been struck with a dagger. Mercutio was standing up for you, he fought Tybolt because you were a mouse! He even said it was partly your fault. Do you think mercuric would want you to wait for the prince like a mouse or fight like a man?
Hatred. A writhing serpent in his gut, a knife blade twisting between his ribs. Hatred tearing his emotions, coursing trough his veins. Continue reading Hatred
Alone In a Bottle
Nobody understands her, does she speak another language. Nobody knows? I’m trying my best to cheer her up, but she’s not noticing me.