Desperato “I am a child of a money hungry, prideful country. Grass is green and it’s always sunny. Hands so bloody, tastes like honey. I’m finding it hard to leave.” I am Desperato. Blinded by “love”, I tell my story with great caution. For I am too unwilling to express my hidden messages. Messages my mind and body communicate with. But what is said in my mind never comes out of my mouth. King Midas put his hands on me again. He said he could make me golden if I just showed some respect. I find myself alone night after night. Wondering what’s wrong with me. Eventually we were only together when he wanted us to be. He constantly reminded me why I don’t have any friends. Fury arose in me like a flame when two rocks hit one another. I said, “I’m …show more content…
Flip the script like I can take a beating.” I woke up somewhere I hadn’t recognized. I jolted up and started looking for my shoes when I heard someone coming. I had a crimson headache and a hickey that wasn’t going away anytime soon. My parents were furious. Usually I would get back at midnight, but Dionysos had slipped something in my drink. They had enough on their hands with Papilionem, my sister. Papilionem, or P, has Epidermolysis Bullosa. At first we were scared for her, but somehow she turned into my hero. I try to be as strong, courageous, and adventurous as her everyday. We’re Heaven in hiding. I always felt like I never belonged in Aureum. Everyone in our house was so different from me. All of my friends had turned on me. The Aureum house was full of people who hated me. Midas, Dionysos, my friends. After awhile I gave up on trying to be good. I fake broke down this wall called “caring”, pasted on a smile, and told myself I only need me. Then I met Helios, an Angelus. I had met people from the Angelus House before, but most of them hate us. We were complete opposites, so we argued all the time. In his eyes, I was Apollo. His charioteer. I had met my new friends through him. All …show more content…
I had knew that it was my fault. “Sometimes I can treat the people I love like jewelry.” I know I can be mean. I know that I run when things are good. I didn’t see it before. So, I’m sorry I can never really believe that anyone can learn to love me. “The told me once, ‘There’s a place where love conquers all’. A city with the streets full of milk and honey. I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching. All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin. Perhaps hopeless isn't a place, nothing but a state of mind, but nothing here is as it seems.” King Midas refuses to leave me be. I have tried over and over again to convince myself that I’ve moved on, but I’ll always be stuck in this state of mind. “I’m watching you choke down the words that you said. I watch you devour, mistake me for bread.” In an attempt to move on, I focus on myself. I focus on finding friends that I can relate and talk to, but the old Amicis are talking. They warn the others not to trust me. That I’m problematic. I was forced to extremely open up to these new friends. We bonded on the concept of fake Amicis. Even when I opened up that much, I still wasn’t fully comfortable. I realized that I haven’t even said his name once in the past few months. I finally understood that I have to learn how to be alone. I have to learn how to live without someone telling me what to do or helping me, but because of these experiences, I don’t know
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek to find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
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There once was a water droplet named Raine, she was thousands of years old. Her routine consisted of going through the water cycle, she got to see new things each day and explore. Sometimes she ended up in the same place, but most of the time she got to see new things. In this story you are going to hear about one day when Raine went to Fruitvale.
At the beginning of the year the people I was hanging out with are amazing people, but they didn't make me feel welcome at the table. So in the first month of school, I had already switched tables. The friends that I migrated to are good people, who make terrible decisions. They made me feel pressured to hate certain people and act a certain way. I didn't realized how much this had affected my life until recently. Those friends made me feel like I had to have something wrong with me to be different, or fit in with them. When I finally realized what they were doing to me, I left. I moved to another table, these people are the best people ever. They reminded me that I don't have to have something wrong with me to be their friend. This point in my life was just a few weeks ago, and I already feel better than I have in a long time.
Before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self. […] by insensible steps to my after tale of misery: for when I would account to myself for the birth of that passion, which afterwards ruled my destiny. (Shelly 21)
“I feel a certain heaviness in the air. I am unable to think or breathe without feeling that each second a pound of bricks is being added to my diaphram. Cannae is a cursed battle. Hannibal must be beaten, for I fear Rome will fall and Carthage will rise. You must assemble an army and stop him.”
Why is Cato running straight past us? Oh, what is that chasing him? What are these strange creatures chasing Cato? Oh no, if they are chasing him that means they will chase me too. I need to run, but I won’t make it. I just won’t, my leg is too bad. But I have to try. I must try for Katniss. The girl I love and have for many years and I finally built up enough courage to tell her. Dammit, I can't lose her now! Not now. Not with everything we’ve been through. But the pain. If only I could stop the pain in my leg. I can't, so I must run as fast as my legs are willing.
out why I felt this way, what he intended me to feel, and what his story
Ever since we were young, she had to have everything. Absolutely everything. Delia had always been known to be the one who loved to laugh. I was known as being stern and still, but that’s solely due to all the pain Delia has caused me in the past and everything she has taken from me. Flirtatious laughter fills the house as Delia basks in all the attention from the interested men.
I met him at the Hawthorne high-school’s orientation. October 3, 2012, was the official date and months of being with him, for the first time ever he made me feel something I’ve never felt before. He was the first guy I ever came to love. I can go on about this, but I’m not going into detail about what happened those years. Let’s just wrap up that story to the simple truth, he left me. I had invested all my time and attention towards him, that I began to care less about school. I was never expecting it, or maybe I was. It hurt. Looking at him hurt. I remember coming home and crying my heart out. I was devastated. It was something I’ve never wanted to experience. I sobbed and sobbed that night, and gripped onto my pillow and shouted into them, hiding the cries. I felt empty when I awoke the next day. My eyes were swollen, and I felt an empty void. I felt dead. We didn’t speak to each other after that. Months passed, and I was keeping myself occupied with work and friends, I finally was learning how to move on, on my own. I finally came to find my happiness through realization. They say somethings happen for a reason. It’s either a
needed to stay for the night as my car had broken down and I had
...we started dating each other. I got bored about him since we do the same matters everyday and I found someone that can complete my happiness. We quarreled a lot because I disappointed him. I don’t meet his expectations for me such as to be a good girlfriend and I think he deserves better. Not talking to him for a week changed our relationship; we became strangers and I uttered lies excuses for one week. I shouldn’t have done that.
I took a long, hard look at the people around me and figured out what their good attributes were and why they were significant in my life. When I figured out who they were as people and what they could give as a friend, versus what I needed as a friend, I made my decision. It wasn’t a decision that was said out loud or one that was publicized. I just directed my energy towards the people who needed my friendship in return for the friendship they had shown me. When I realized who was a true friend and who was not, it hurt. There was a lot of pain, knowing somebody didn’t care as much about me and my well=being as I had wanted them to. It wasn’t until later, that I realized they could still be in my life, just not as much involved it as they once
I saw his fist once again heading toward my head. I was taut to never let the enemy away with victory so this time I did the same thing back to him as he has done to me.