Short Poem About Myself 소설 & 이야기

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

You are the prayer that explains the secrets of my heart, A song that even the wind hums softly. Soft as flowers, strong as fire, There’s an unspoken truth hidden inside you. The more I look at you, the more I lose myself, As if you’re the answer to prayers I never knew I asked. Even the raindrops paused upon your skin, As if fate’s own words bent in your presence. You’re like a book that’s never been written, You’re a dream that no one has yet dared to live. --- I had never thought I’d find myself staring like this — unable to think, unable to speak. Her face… it wasn’t just beautiful. It was real, raw, and untouched by pretense. There was something about her stillness that unsettled me.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

And loyalty without courage is just empty promises. I don’t need a mansion. I don’t need a powerful name. I only need myself. And above all, I trust myself. No one will ever push me into despair again. I am my own protector now. If love finds me one day, it will meet me as I am—whole, steady, unafraid. And if it doesn’t— I am still enough. I turned back toward the restaurant, toward the place I built with my own hands. And when I whispered, “I’m home,”

Here is a poem dedicated to this story by my friend, A piece of memory, a piece of my part, a piece that filled my empty heart. From getting bullied, to building my courage From leaving home to walking through the empty doors. Growing bit by bit, From step to step, Learning to live again by fulfilling my dreams, I say Years left by… Leaving my sight Never doing any wrongs Why the hell am I always wronged? Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault?

he drapes something warm and cloth like over my shoulders " no, but thanks " I say people will think I'm dramatic which I am not being. like Brianna I don't know why body's so sensitive, and my emotions everything. its weird. I've never felt so open before but for the past weeks here I am. %&@&+@+-:#((#+-)+@&&@&@&&@

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

Anger boils within me and I lose all control of myself, recollecting all the years of bullying I endured. I couldn't help but yell, "I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOUR INTENTION IS, BUT I HOPE THAT ONE DAY, WHENEVER IT IS, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BLAME YOURSELF FOR BEING A PATHETIC BITCH. ALL YOU DO IS TRY TO LURE GUYS BY WEARING SHORT PANTS OR DRESS! YOU SHOULD REALLY LOOK INTO THE MIRROR TO SEE HOW PATHETIC YOU LOOK BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU ARE JUST GOING TO HURT SOMEONE ELSE AND MAY BE EVEN YOURSELF." With that, I exit the toilet with small whispers that could heard before the door of the toilet is closed and I try to calm myself down before entering the classroom.

I feel this is my mind imitating is voice and I say. "Jayden, you don't know, I like you. I like you so much, and cannot tell you, you're more handsome than this ugly duckling, me. And also, now, I got to know your family status is as this, you're not for Me." My face twitched. "I will pray for so much money next time I come to the world so, you can like me." I say, some small romance imagination starts to feel my heart. How would it be, me and him, in a picnic, and I will feed him with my bare hands.