She said she will not regret if she fell down and die. She said she hated the world. She said that the world was unfair. But never did she ever see what she have that people do not. A hand reached her and taught her things. Now shee smiles and looks at the brighter side. Inez Hsy
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Blind
She is blind, she was always blind. Why you humans must go against it? She didn't want it. He lost his parents, he cried every night. Why you humans need to object that? Isn't it normal to feel sad when you loose the two person you love? She is deaf, she can't hear. A cat's purr would make her laugh, smile. She would read your lips. But why humans loathe her? Because she's different? Because she's silent? Because she's weird? They cry every night and ask themselves , 'Why do they hate me? What did i do wrong?'. Now i ask the world, Can you change that?
Friday, 16 March 2012
Who am I?
"You will never take me away from me. I am me and nobody changes that. I am happy with what i am." is often heard by me. Sometimes i think about it. Who am I?
War
What is the meaning of life when there are no people in it? When nobody is in peace? When war fires up? When everything blasts? When the smell of smoke and dead bodies fill your nose all the time when you wake up? Why must there be war? Why? Tell me at the thought box an the left.
My dream is to...
I have this dream. Nobody understands. I have this dream. Nobody cares. I have this dream. Nobody wants me to. That dream is to-play a piano. That's my dream. Not as a career. I wonder. When will it come? When can i run through my fingers on it? When can i try? When can i fulfill it? Every time i pass that piano store, i would stare and dream for a long time. Will it even ever be fulfilled?
Journal #2
Dear Journal,
Today I imagined myself dancing in the cornfields, thinking. How does it feel like to be the blue sky when it's raining and you have to bear it? How does it feel like to be a corn and get plucked out? How does it feel being a moon when you keep changing? As i know, all humans have problems, all of them, the rich, the poor, the moderate. The small, the tall, the short. Nobody can get away with it. Isn't that unfair? It's just the nature of living. But revenge does not serve justice. You will never feel satisfied. I've tried that but i stopped.
Love, Mizzie
Mother
Dear Anthony,
I saw those cards stacking on your brown desk that smells like fresh wood. I peeked through your office window and saw that when your birthday comes, you stack it up, pushed it aside. When gifts came, you checked the tag and saw my name and simply threw it down the bin. Those cards. They're all mine. I know. One evening, you called me for dinner. I was so thrilled. I dressed up nicely. But at the last minute you said you are cancelling it. The next day, you invited me for dinner. I was once again thrilled and dressed again and i was crest-fallen. You cancelled it again. Just in the morning, i sent you a birthday card and you put it in 'my stack'. I blinked back tears and i hope this anonymous letter you have read will tell you that i'm happy you are sucessful and i love you, my dear son.
Love, your mother.
Journal #1
The wind blew and the sun shone so brightly. It is a dry, windy, sunny day indeed! I went to venture out today despite my sore feet. I wore a black shirt (Don't ask me why i wore that) and a long jeans. What's there to expose today? I don't feel like it anyway. I bought groceries and a toy for my lovely persian cat. My house smelt of onions as i stepped in. The aroma was so strong my head spun. I sat on the dining table and began writing a poem:
I walked and ventured curiously into a magical forest,
I smelled the deep heavy sweet pine trees,
I took tiny footsteps like a baby mouse,
But Alas! I fell down,
Tumble....
Tumble....
I opened my eyes and found myself with a pen and a piece of paper,'
writing a poem,
about my day's adventure.
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