anderue

When bad things happen, I would look down and stare at the floor. Where there's nothing but dirt and rubbish staring back at me. It seems so simple when the world is at your hands. Such a young age where life is so big. But still fortunate me has to feel unfortunate, when I stand alone. So I would stretch a small grin, and tramp it all down. Down to the deepest depths. Until it's gone

Unlike you I never played with charms. To fend off bad feelings, as a ward to keep from harm Paper cranes are a fairy tale for me. I thought wishes are selfish and that, I don't need. Horoscopes, I think, are a fad. Stars don't align and move just for your path. You see, I don't need things for me to find what I need. Neither am I saying that you should not take heed. Because no matter how many wishes or prayers this big, bleak sky receives Nothing can move badness as much as what you perceive. I hate to say this but this is not a joke. Neither is it an insult by a big, bad troll. It's all in the mind, in the heart and the soul. All yo

There were many things that destroyed men Like the one who believed that it was really real Or the man who lied, and thought that it was There was also one who gave too many that it burst And also the man that stole Too little that it killed There were many things that destroyed people That, I know personally

Many have found this student rude For her quiet disposition hold an imposing air: She ran into class Without introducing her name And ran red faced Once she found to have offended, one claimed So she forced a smile To the bullies that vile And held back on her weakness To the attitude that displeases She hung with the girls That were rotten and bitches These were the early days Were she were naïve in her plays But she held no grudges To these teenage players No, quiet she remained Instead, a good girl found her And moulded her finely Towards a better bunch That treated her kindly She was grateful And she thanked her platefuls For Goo

Around your heart, the cracks grasp Like two little hands that stole and clawed   She broke through your walls And you howled in pain Because your little heart Preserve in vain For when you cry Out of disappointment and anger Your chest crumples Heaves in burden Gasping breath, you grow weary Under ceramic surface, cracks bloom Over two hills, where the base meets Once she surfaces, there's no retreat Once you're at this, please, Admit defeat Like two sides of a mirror That you cannot avoid A tireless reflection That taunts and goads She is the other The conscience in your wake That teases, And vex And claim the ugly tr