Annie đŻđťđ§¸
I donât think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains- Anne Frank
Annie đŻđťđ§¸
I donât think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains- Anne Frank
I donât think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains- Anne Frank
I donât think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains- Anne Frank
If only I had tried to get to know you enough
I couldâve understood what made you distrust
If only I couldâve been there, been by your side
Maybe, just maybe, Iâll try reverse time
If only you had told me that you were hurting inside
Then possibly on that Monday morning, you wouldnât of died
If only youâd told me that you were in pain
That it was driving you crazy, you felt insane
If only...
You are here because the outside world rejects you. They donât want you. Youâre different, youâre strange. Youâre peculiar and youâre just not like everybody else. Your mind, your mind thinks differently to the people around you.
They think youâre crazy. Youâre crazy. Youâre so damn crazy. They think youâll do something, something that is dangerous. Are they worried about you or their reputation...
I fly high above the clouds
Swooping in and out, up and away
I look down below at the crowds
Thousands of specks, scattered astray
I float up to heavenâs golden gates
And am greeted by two angels
They tell me that my time still awaits
I see my grandma as I float away, how painful
I decide to take the angelâs words
Maybe take a look or two around
I continue to fly next to the birds
See by...
Crowds. I hate them with all my heart. The feeling of being pressed up between bodies, between people that I may not know, between people that might be dangerous, thatâs scary. Very scary. When Iâm in a crowd, my head starts throbbing and a loading banging noise sounds in my ears, like something is trying to escape. I wish I knew what.
The fear of crowds is âprofessionallyâ called Enochlophobia. ...
âYour room is an absolute mess! Itâs a complete pig sty, this is an atrocity!â My mum yells at me, a cold hard glare set in her eyes, directed solely at me.
âHow could you say that?! Itâs not mess, it just has...character. My art teacher told me that a messy room shows creativity and personality,â I shoot back. I have to be careful not to raise my voice too much though, sheâs still my mum and I o...
The first day on the job
The cards tell me
To finish a dying man
Crying on his knees
I find his exact location
And arrive to see family
Gathered around his body
Everybody cries profusely
I scan the body lying there
My sources come to report
A father of two, dying of cancer
No mother was present to support
My heart cries a little
As I hold my scythe
Over the manâs limp body
I check my...
The Club of All Sorts Part III:
My heart hammers and alarm bells ring in my head, yelling at me to escape this situation I have found myself in, but how? I can feel Maya trembling and shaking as she clings onto my hand in fear. Alexâs face mirrors mine, pure terror.
âDonât shoot, please. What do you want?â Alex whispers and I see the man slightly hesitate, cocking his gun down just a bit. My fea...
The Last Tent VI:
An agent standing by the large reception desk drops her coffee mug and it shatters into thousands of pieces on the marble floor. Jaws are dropping everywhere as the alarm bells ring endlessly in my head. I try to wave at the fairies, telling them to hide again, but I know itâs no use.
âHey guys...long time no see huh?â I say slowly. What a way to make an entrance. An entourage...
We walk down the dock, our arms linked with one another, and there is sentimental peace that hangs in the air. Itâs filled with worry, sadness and fear but also...tranquility.
Jennieâs hair looks brown in the light and I giggle quietly. Sheâs always wanted to dye her pitch black hair a different colour, but the sun has already done it for her! She catches my failed attempt at stifling my laugh an...
Her skin is rough white cloth
Any moment, she can fall apart
She has thousands of colourful pins
Sticking out of her heart
Used for worrisome purposes
A form of dangerous revenge
Just stick a pin in and wish
And youâll never see your foe again
Little voodoo doll, hanging up so high
You were once a childâs play toy
You hold the most power in the world
The pain you cause, do you enjoy?
Dol...