Inspired da the song, "Room of Angels" da Akira Yamaoka on the Silent collina 4 soundtrack. ;)
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and detto their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had dato a speech a while fa had detto something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I detto nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no domanda about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could te do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine anno old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and detto their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had dato a speech a while fa had detto something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I detto nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no domanda about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could te do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine anno old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
A place I once trusted
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a Masquerade
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance o song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an Angel
Free as a shooting stella, star
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a Masquerade
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance o song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an Angel
Free as a shooting stella, star
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
The cuore has long been considered to be where feelings of Amore dwell.In Amore songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The cuore has continuously been viewed as the place where Amore begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to Amore and the heart.
The role of the cuore in Amore must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the cuore starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a Amore relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this da getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight o flight' reaction,meeting danger da fighting it o running away.So with love,the cuore accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
The role of the cuore in Amore must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the cuore starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a Amore relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this da getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight o flight' reaction,meeting danger da fighting it o running away.So with love,the cuore accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
now standing on last giorno of anno
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
giorno da giorno we got used to
night da night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
successivo time we'll say
"damn our cuore still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer articolo :P
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
giorno da giorno we got used to
night da night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
successivo time we'll say
"damn our cuore still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer articolo :P
