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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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.
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
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)
out why I felt this way, what he intended me to feel, and what his story
“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.”
Love is like a bright star — twinkling, magical, and often times the only sign of light in an otherwise dark expanse, a mechanism against the banalities of everyday life. Yet, like the L.A. smog that engulfs the glowing, shimmering celestial bodies from a hungry viewer’s eyes, love is also potentially all-encompassing, blinding, and tragic. For centuries, bards, poets, storytellers, and artists across all spectrums have dedicated their work to capturing both the darkest corners and most luminous windows of love, which has in turn captivated peoples’ hearts and imaginations like a spell that spans generations. Yet the tales of lovers lost and lovers scorned, the ones bearing the most forlorn and woeful storylines, have made the most lasting
Is the friend of your enemy an enemy or just a friend? If love is blind, can you forget were you are coming from Lovers met is joyful as both sings, the cradle great by only a sight, vision from afar, illusion of merry go round hoping in the name of love covet your emotion Death an everlasting shadow, love a great radiation Loving in the present of death even when death convey love; full deflection of reality on the great master experience is the other side of love.
needed to stay for the night as my car had broken down and I had
Occasionally, I wonder how life would have been different had he stayed, and in recent times I have connected more dots as to the man he is through my interactions with him. As far as I can remember, I’ve spoken with him on the phone three times, and he has texted me intermittently since I’ve had a phone of my own. The most recent of these calls is one I will never forget. On Monday, January
...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
My lungs filled with thick, sticky fog at three o’clock in the morning. It made the morning look vile and shivering. My hands were cold as ice. I am just about to get in my boyfriend’s blue jetta. I had a feeling in my stomach that I shouldn’t have got in his car. Of coarse I denied my self-conscious. Drugs and alcohol are flowing through our tired bodies. I was so eager to get into my warm bed. My friend Kyle had to work in a couple of hours so I told him that we would give him a ride home. I sensed his jealousy escalating as soon as he started to drive. I decided to ignore him and that seemed to make the moment worst. As soon as we dropped off our friend Kyle he accelerated at full speed toward our next destination. At one point I became a victim of his anxiety. I didn’t know what to expect next. As he parked his car on the side of the road he yelled at me to leave his car at once. I refused.