A girl, I don’t know how to describe her in words or
maybe she’s just a girl. Not an average girl you see
here and there but even less than them. Betrayed, for being just a little
different. Different from mind and heart. Physical appearance too, cold.
Billions of noises just at once asking, answering, laughing, crying…this is all she could here. In alone or
crowd.
Is that her fault?Mind said yes,
yes it is. Heart said yes, yes it is.
Far as she could remember anyone, they asked or blamed. Something is wrong
with you.
A never ending story I’m living, believing that is a fairytale.
‘Why write a love story when you can write an
epic?’’ maybe this is what the creator thought about me.
Being different is not the fault of any person. It is a gift.
I know that it's difficult to fit in if you're different and all that. But everything happens for a reason... a good reason. Just believe in yourself and hope that everything will be just fine
Good luck
- Your friend
Peace :-)
I dont understand why there is a lot of mystery in your works...If they define you then I am sorry. Hope things around you get better....At the end its just HOPE!!
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
for me, there no hope. at least not anymore. mysterious....well i don't know why, maybe i don't knno.. read morefor me, there no hope. at least not anymore. mysterious....well i don't know why, maybe i don't knnow myself enough.
thank you sandeep for commenting, mean to me.
Your not a freak, Your a very dear soul friend:) Your not some average girl cause you were made within an image of God:) And no with all that is wrong its not your fault at all, Even in my sickness its not my fault. It is hard sometimes, But within that time I gain to see the beauty of it all:) I have a penship to share with the word that was gave to me on Christmas night of 1997 it may not be a wonderous wiz like ee Cummings but I find it a lot better cause its a gift of the creator:) Your never alone for God is with you:) An Epic is by far the most awesome and you took it upon the dears of tears:)
They asre but noises…something which should not effect us at all. We must not forget that there is something precious inside us…and you must not forget that you are a cute angel who writes with the pen of Aphrodite. The poem paints a greyish picture my mind. Yet i liked the end…"you can write an epiic"!!
I find this very understandable. I , at least can relate to what you are stating here, at least to some degree. I wonder if everyone doesn't hear "the noise" alot. I think the human mind is designed so exqusitely to process many inputs if for no other reasons than a survival tool. The mind needs to process all that it is taking in and as our world gets faster and faster with technology, it sometimes overwhelms the mind, and therefore the heart also. That is just my opinion. You state this effect quite eloquently here I think.
Alone, forsaken, always dreaming. Even surrounded by love, will we find those who understand? Perhaps. Perhaps not. The latter causes brilliant souls to dive into other worlds. When all else fails, glitch, write...
It sounded gray at the beginning, presents u little lonely, just like me but the end has a ray of hope, optimism to it. Well done. & whatever you think of yourself is kind of disturbing but I hope just like this little piece has a bit of optimism there.
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