A deaf boy fall in love with a blind girl even though they can never communicate with each other except through feeling and gestures. One day the boy bring her a rose but she could not tell what it is at first. She guesses that its a flower and the boy says your guessing correctly, so she try's to feel and make out the flower but she pricks her finger on one of the thorns when she was feeling the stem. In a small whimper of pain she says ow softly and drops the rose to the floor and attempts to crush it. Succeeding smashing the rose, the boy picks up the smashed rose and hands it back to her and tells her to try again with the saddest look on
If you truly love someone, all you want is for them to be happy, even if deep down, all you want is for you to be their happiness.
When you truly love someone, you would do anything to make him happy even if it means to say goodbye.
Isn't it amazing how a person who was once just a stranger, suddenly meant the world to you?
Love is like two people pulling a rubber band. If one lets it go, it hurts the on who held on.
If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.
If you’re willing to do anything for me just to see me smile, you can be assured that I will alway
I remember that I'm a Floridian the first of my kind in my entire family. Used to be picked in just because of it. But I still hold that even though I'm odd I still I've my statehood. Sadly I only stayed in Florida till I was less then one so I can only remember bits and pieces. I moved to Decatur but I had hated it there because I was the oddball out of them all and felt like I wasn't belongs there. Bullied still I didn't care what they did to me I'm me and I loved me for me. I had good friends there I even got a chance live next door to my cousins but I moved again because of a shootout in our apartment. I came here around five maybe six wi
I am only an image of what I feel by Bushiblade, literature
Literature
I am only an image of what I feel
I am only an image of what I feel but portray what I want to feel. Really I'm not really happy, nor as crazy as I seem but really a sensitive, lonely depressed soul yearning for a real purpose. Really I'm not so simple minded but really an over thinker skilled with almost all emotions. But at the same time I dislike death and love it's counterparts. I probably am not making any sense but at the same time I'm still trying to make sense myself, for I have learned myself and came down to dislike myself but feel sympathy for my self at the same time knowing how much I let myself go through, when I could have chose a different lifestyle. Really t
Always lost in thought
Awake in pleasant dreams
Zoned out at air’s might
When time seems to stand still
Once the ticking sound of the clock stops
Imagination and past events run fast though the mind
Clouding and preforming a movie that displays everything
Fears, emotions, events, joys, feelings, the past, etc.
These entire things clump together to be displayed forever
Whenever and wherever the mind conjures them up
For as long as it can display itself
Before the slumber is disturbed
And brought back to the actual world
To participate
And collect more and more
Memories to be added to the infinite stream
To be never repeated again for
The
Always walking by
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Depressed, hurt, and sad
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Always saying “I’m fine.”
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
But cutting at home alone
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Suffering, and slowly dying
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Others start to worry
Day after day with an obvious life
A smile
And you show you’re happy
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
But when you leave to home one day
Late at night when you’re alone
You are found swinging
Gently side to side
With an obvious lie
A smile
Ode to the one, whom I called by Bushiblade, literature
Literature
Ode to the one, whom I called
Ode to the one, whom I called my sister,
My friend, better yet one of my best friends
I solemnly say goodbye forever and evermore
Though I will remember all and every detail
From personal thoughts, to friendly squeals
From public showings, to restful afternoons
From great hugs, to tearful departs
I solemnly say goodbye forever and evermore
Though we always will pass each other
Always thinking, “What’s he/she doing here?”
Ether giving each other the cold shoulder or non-glare
I solemnly say goodbye forever and evermore
But even though I am hated or more like disliked
I will always say, “That was my sister and friend.&rd
Sadness grows on those
Who refuses to seek escape
Letting darkness consume them
More and more further down
All the way to depression
Locking away all who enter
Disappearing from the world
Like a thought coming and going
Never to be seen nor heard from again
In time others will recognize the absence
But when searching, they will find nothing
Everything would be gone
You would have disappeared
And they forget and move on with life
Steadily walking by this one place
The most forgotten place unchecked by everyone
Their feelings.
Why death comes, to start chaos, to end peace.
Why death comes, to change the unchanged, to unchange the changed.
Why death comes, to end life, to start a new.
Why death comes, to disturb, the peaceful, to calm the destructive.
Why death comes, to create new problems, to give old answers.
Why death comes, to end suffering, to start praising.
Why death comes, to stop everything, to start it over again.
Why death comes, to take you, to leave me.
Why death comes, to keep control, to show power.
Why death comes, to show it’s unstoppable, to show it’s unavoidable.
Why death comes, to end, to begin,
Why death comes, for the same reason
Why is it so hard
to hold a conversation?
It’s like I was cursed before birth
I can never seem to talk to people
Whether publicly or privately
I always end up mute in words and thoughts
And when others have a conversation
I’m usually off to the side or far from the group
Just mute, looking at the ground, and
Creating a mental war inside me
Which I never win though
Always looking sad and running away when it’s over
They will come back and ask, “What was wrong with you back there?”
At first I will sit there mute even more
But I always say
Nothing
A deaf boy fall in love with a blind girl even though they can never communicate with each other except through feeling and gestures. One day the boy bring her a rose but she could not tell what it is at first. She guesses that its a flower and the boy says your guessing correctly, so she try's to feel and make out the flower but she pricks her finger on one of the thorns when she was feeling the stem. In a small whimper of pain she says ow softly and drops the rose to the floor and attempts to crush it. Succeeding smashing the rose, the boy picks up the smashed rose and hands it back to her and tells her to try again with the saddest look on
If you truly love someone, all you want is for them to be happy, even if deep down, all you want is for you to be their happiness.
When you truly love someone, you would do anything to make him happy even if it means to say goodbye.
Isn't it amazing how a person who was once just a stranger, suddenly meant the world to you?
Love is like two people pulling a rubber band. If one lets it go, it hurts the on who held on.
If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.
If you’re willing to do anything for me just to see me smile, you can be assured that I will alway
I remember that I'm a Floridian the first of my kind in my entire family. Used to be picked in just because of it. But I still hold that even though I'm odd I still I've my statehood. Sadly I only stayed in Florida till I was less then one so I can only remember bits and pieces. I moved to Decatur but I had hated it there because I was the oddball out of them all and felt like I wasn't belongs there. Bullied still I didn't care what they did to me I'm me and I loved me for me. I had good friends there I even got a chance live next door to my cousins but I moved again because of a shootout in our apartment. I came here around five maybe six wi
I am only an image of what I feel by Bushiblade, literature
Literature
I am only an image of what I feel
I am only an image of what I feel but portray what I want to feel. Really I'm not really happy, nor as crazy as I seem but really a sensitive, lonely depressed soul yearning for a real purpose. Really I'm not so simple minded but really an over thinker skilled with almost all emotions. But at the same time I dislike death and love it's counterparts. I probably am not making any sense but at the same time I'm still trying to make sense myself, for I have learned myself and came down to dislike myself but feel sympathy for my self at the same time knowing how much I let myself go through, when I could have chose a different lifestyle. Really t
Always lost in thought
Awake in pleasant dreams
Zoned out at air’s might
When time seems to stand still
Once the ticking sound of the clock stops
Imagination and past events run fast though the mind
Clouding and preforming a movie that displays everything
Fears, emotions, events, joys, feelings, the past, etc.
These entire things clump together to be displayed forever
Whenever and wherever the mind conjures them up
For as long as it can display itself
Before the slumber is disturbed
And brought back to the actual world
To participate
And collect more and more
Memories to be added to the infinite stream
To be never repeated again for
The
Always walking by
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Depressed, hurt, and sad
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Always saying “I’m fine.”
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
But cutting at home alone
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Suffering, and slowly dying
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
Others start to worry
Day after day with an obvious life
A smile
And you show you’re happy
Day after day with an obvious lie
A smile
But when you leave to home one day
Late at night when you’re alone
You are found swinging
Gently side to side
With an obvious lie
A smile
Ode to the one, whom I called by Bushiblade, literature
Literature
Ode to the one, whom I called
Ode to the one, whom I called my sister,
My friend, better yet one of my best friends
I solemnly say goodbye forever and evermore
Though I will remember all and every detail
From personal thoughts, to friendly squeals
From public showings, to restful afternoons
From great hugs, to tearful departs
I solemnly say goodbye forever and evermore
Though we always will pass each other
Always thinking, “What’s he/she doing here?”
Ether giving each other the cold shoulder or non-glare
I solemnly say goodbye forever and evermore
But even though I am hated or more like disliked
I will always say, “That was my sister and friend.&rd
Sadness grows on those
Who refuses to seek escape
Letting darkness consume them
More and more further down
All the way to depression
Locking away all who enter
Disappearing from the world
Like a thought coming and going
Never to be seen nor heard from again
In time others will recognize the absence
But when searching, they will find nothing
Everything would be gone
You would have disappeared
And they forget and move on with life
Steadily walking by this one place
The most forgotten place unchecked by everyone
Their feelings.
Why death comes, to start chaos, to end peace.
Why death comes, to change the unchanged, to unchange the changed.
Why death comes, to end life, to start a new.
Why death comes, to disturb, the peaceful, to calm the destructive.
Why death comes, to create new problems, to give old answers.
Why death comes, to end suffering, to start praising.
Why death comes, to stop everything, to start it over again.
Why death comes, to take you, to leave me.
Why death comes, to keep control, to show power.
Why death comes, to show it’s unstoppable, to show it’s unavoidable.
Why death comes, to end, to begin,
Why death comes, for the same reason
Why is it so hard
to hold a conversation?
It’s like I was cursed before birth
I can never seem to talk to people
Whether publicly or privately
I always end up mute in words and thoughts
And when others have a conversation
I’m usually off to the side or far from the group
Just mute, looking at the ground, and
Creating a mental war inside me
Which I never win though
Always looking sad and running away when it’s over
They will come back and ask, “What was wrong with you back there?”
At first I will sit there mute even more
But I always say
Nothing
I am only an image of what I feel by Bushiblade, literature
Literature
I am only an image of what I feel
I am only an image of what I feel but portray what I want to feel. Really I'm not really happy, nor as crazy as I seem but really a sensitive, lonely depressed soul yearning for a real purpose. Really I'm not so simple minded but really an over thinker skilled with almost all emotions. But at the same time I dislike death and love it's counterparts. I probably am not making any sense but at the same time I'm still trying to make sense myself, for I have learned myself and came down to dislike myself but feel sympathy for my self at the same time knowing how much I let myself go through, when I could have chose a different lifestyle. Really t
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