Anger
I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the tiếp theo level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel thêm hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the thêm this white anger burns away at me the thêm I want to hurt something.
But the thêm I destroy, the thêm they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed bởi my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin. I grab at things, and tear whatever will đệ trình under my desperate claws.
Everything has gone wrong. It always does.
I’m a failure.
Every bad memory comes flooding back to me, bringing me dry sadness.
I wait for tears to come, but even they fail me.
At least if I cried this toxic đám mây would release its rain, and I would be rid of it until tiếp theo time.
I wield strength and power from this beast they call anger, but I can’t control it.
It throbs from underneath my skin.
I try to release it but nothing helps, bring me to a level of hopelessness I never though possible.
I scream at my friends, I want them to hate me. Then I can hate myself.
But their comforting words and smile just makes them seem further away. Make me lonelier.
I try to release to anger once thêm and fail miserably.
Just as I begin to drown into a sea of uselessness, I realize something.
Beautiful, poetic words suddenly come to me.
The thi ca that seems to go hand in hand with experience.
I no longer feel a failure, even though the đám mây of anger stays.
The ocean of white fury still remains, but at least I have surfaced.
I still hate the world. But the world had seemed to take pity and had được trao something back. Something I never thought I had.
We all succumb to the beast of anger. And I knew he would always follow me, waiting for the right moment to sever me with its frustrating dagger.
So what do I do about it?
I write.
I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the tiếp theo level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel thêm hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the thêm this white anger burns away at me the thêm I want to hurt something.
But the thêm I destroy, the thêm they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed bởi my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin. I grab at things, and tear whatever will đệ trình under my desperate claws.
Everything has gone wrong. It always does.
I’m a failure.
Every bad memory comes flooding back to me, bringing me dry sadness.
I wait for tears to come, but even they fail me.
At least if I cried this toxic đám mây would release its rain, and I would be rid of it until tiếp theo time.
I wield strength and power from this beast they call anger, but I can’t control it.
It throbs from underneath my skin.
I try to release it but nothing helps, bring me to a level of hopelessness I never though possible.
I scream at my friends, I want them to hate me. Then I can hate myself.
But their comforting words and smile just makes them seem further away. Make me lonelier.
I try to release to anger once thêm and fail miserably.
Just as I begin to drown into a sea of uselessness, I realize something.
Beautiful, poetic words suddenly come to me.
The thi ca that seems to go hand in hand with experience.
I no longer feel a failure, even though the đám mây of anger stays.
The ocean of white fury still remains, but at least I have surfaced.
I still hate the world. But the world had seemed to take pity and had được trao something back. Something I never thought I had.
We all succumb to the beast of anger. And I knew he would always follow me, waiting for the right moment to sever me with its frustrating dagger.
So what do I do about it?
I write.
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will bạn be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will bạn run?
Will bạn hide?
hoặc will bạn hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and bạn are the apple.
So who will bạn be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will bạn cower,
hoặc will bạn fight?
Is your tim, trái tim made of glass?
hoặc a pure snow white?
Who will bạn be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will bạn run?
Will bạn hide?
hoặc will bạn hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and bạn are the apple.
So who will bạn be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will bạn cower,
hoặc will bạn fight?
Is your tim, trái tim made of glass?
hoặc a pure snow white?
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these các câu hỏi on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why bạn wont let me hiển thị bạn that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope bạn read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these các câu hỏi on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why bạn wont let me hiển thị bạn that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope bạn read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
I intend to bring up a term that I am sure that bạn have all already herd of. Global warming. It is slowly, but surely killing us all! We need to unite as a team to stop global warming and save the world. Global warming is heating up the earth because of some people's bad choices, should we suffer because of that? NO! Global warming is killing inoccent động vật and people, we could save them. Global warming is caused bởi pollution and over usage of electrisity. Start today. Turn off lights when bạn leave the room, don't leave anything on that doesn't need to be on. Start helping today. Save the world tham gia me. Be happy. Help me create a better place for everyone.
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, hoặc could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his tim, trái tim torn into pieces, hoặc turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with tình yêu too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the bờ biển, bãi biển after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this năm in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these các câu hỏi and thêm will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and một giây book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the một giây series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)