I believe that good things fall apart so better things can fall together, its just about waiting around long enough for those better things. My old opuss was Hafy.
I'm so confused right now. Confused on who to trust. Confused on who my real friends are and who are just with me because my daddy's got money. Some days I just want to isolate myself from the world.
Today for gym I had to take off my tights because I forgot my tracksuit. I'm really self conscious of my legs so I started crying.
I’m going to smile I’m going to walk right through that door And smile I’m going to hold my head held high And look you in the eye I’m not going to give you the satisfaction Of seeing me...
In the kitchen I remember every Sunday. Cooking eggs with my dad. As that was the only thing he knew how to make. In the hallway. I remember all the fights. My mum and dad used to have. In the lounge.
You see me smiling. Day in day out. A mask I wear. To keep you all out. Picture perfect. Practiced it for hours. In front of the mirror. So no one suspects a thing.
What is wrong with people today. Seriously. They don't know how much words hurt. A girl on instagram told me to go drink bleach and kill myself last week.
You try and make me cry. But what if my eyes are dry. You try and make me feel low. But what if i’m so low. You can’t bring me down anymore. You try and point out all my flaws.
Dedicated to my best friend who I might have to leave to move to Dubai.
Before you come closer. Know that I cannot let you in. That I can’t drag you into this messed up life. Can never love you as much as you love me. Can’t kiss the pain away.
#flashfiction Falls asleep crying. Wake up. Tells myself it will be okay. Hoping someday what I say will become true..
One day. You’ll see me skipping. Not stumbling. One day. You’ll see me smiling. Not frowning. One day. You’ll see faded scars. Not new red ones. One day. You’ll see me singing. Not cursing. One day.
You don’t know how much your words hurt. They tear at your heart. While whispering they ’don’t care’. They claw at your soul. Trying to drag it away. They tug at your mind.
You laugh about it. While I go cry. You make fun of it. While I go live it. You gossip about it. While I sit by and listen to it. You wonder why. While I wonder why me. You just don’t understand.
My heart will ache. My mind will wander. My soul will stay. With you forever. My eyes will water. My ears will listen out. To seek word of you. My body will grow thin. And unhealthily frail.
I remember being happy. Like a distant friend. But now it's become my enemy. Staying as far away as it can. I remember hope. Something I used to have. But it is now foreign to me.
Little bird. Trapped in a cage. So alone. Isolated from the world. You can see the clear blue sky. Just enough to dream of what it might be like. But will you ever be able to soar. To fly sky high.
You seem so perfect on the outside. But I wonder what it must be like inside. Is your mind corrupted by your pride. So filthy with fake beauty. That you can't see what is right.
I want you to hold me as I cry. You won’t be able stop the tears. But you can try. I want you to be there for me. When i’m all alone. You won’t be able to make me feel whole though. My wounds go deep.
I want to forget All the problems The regrets I just want to forget Just for a minute To free my mind A moment of peace Is all I ask..
Went from 28 days clean to 0. Sorry guys. :(.
#bestofopuss I love this poem as i normally feel like this.
Your pretty they say. But I cannot see. What they mean to say is your ugly. Yeah that sounds right. Your skinny they say. What nonsense do they speak. Are they blind. That they cannot see.
I thought I was alone. That nobody cared about me. But I was blind. Blind to those little signs. That said they cared. Just the normal everyday stuff. Filled with love.
Dear past 2012 has its ups and it's down. Like you’ll get a distinction in Lamda and you’ll suddenly understand Chemistry.
The first time I saw my dad cry was when I told him he was the worst dad ever..
There's a million things about me you don't know. Like I can never wear socks to bed. Or that I chew my lip when I think. Or that i’m a bit of a clutz. That I love scary movies.
You ask if i’m okay. I lie. And say i’m fine. Plastering a fake smile on my face. I bite my tongue. Before I can change my mind. You ask if i’m okay. I lie. And say i’m fine.
If I close my eyes tight. And block out the world. Then will everything be okay. If I pray and pray. And wish on my lucky stars. Then will everything be okay. If I put on a smile.
#SimplyPerfection10Days. I stand in front of the mirror. And close my eyes. I imagine beauty. I imagine perfection. I imagine flawlessness. But when I open my eyes. All I see is me.
Can't you see. I’m trapped. Trapped by the monster within. Wanting help. Trying to ask. But failing every time I think. My minds turned against me. Turned into my personal hell. Every time i’m alone.
My first poem.
Butterfly's don't know the colour of their wings but human eyes know how beautiful it is. Likewise you don't know how beautiful you are but others can see you are special..
#stopselfharm She paints a pretty picture But the story has a twist Her paint brush is a razor And her canvas is her wrist She paints the pretty picture In a colour that's blood red While using...
I know how it feels. To wait all day. Just so you can fall apart. To put a smile on your face. To hide your true emotions. Just so no one asks. I know how it feels. To do your best to stop the tears.
A rustle by the window. Pounding feet walking in. Moon light dancing through the corridors. What monster has come in. Sweating nervously. Trying not to make a sound. As I hear a scratching noise.
I want to scream. I want to shout. From the top of a building. I want to weep. I want to cry. From under my bed covers. With a tissue box by my side. I want to sit there. And wonder.
I want to laugh. Not cry. I want to live. Not die. I want have fun and make the most of my life. Not shrink away into the shadows. I want to see the world. Not be stuck in one place.
Little droplets. Falling on my skin. Running down my face. Mixed in with my tears. Little droplets. Falling all around. Soaking me to the skin. With my face to the heavens. I cry. I scream.
I love the thought of having someone with me. Us against the world. I love the thought of holding your hand. Of kissing your lips. Of loving you with all my heart.
Lips out. Nose scrunched up. Stomach in. Hand on hip. Eyes open wide. Do not dare to blink. Always the same pose. In every photo there is. What happened to. The old fashioned. Smile. Say cheese.
We’re crazy. We’re mental. We’re delusional. Put together. We’re even more crazy. My mothers always cooking. But if you ask her what it is. She’ll say something special. And laugh all weirdly.
Playing football (with a ping pong ball) with my cat and wondering how on earth is she better than you..
Warmth in my heart. Love in my eyes. Goofy smile on my face. The feeling of love all around. You make me happy. You make the world go round. You are my world. As cheesy as it sounds.
I want to grow up. And wear make up. I want to grow up. And wear high heels. I want to grow up. And do responsible things. I want to grow up. And have a phone. I can’t wait to grow up.
My laugh is loud and sounds like a foghorn. My hair is frizzy and totally out of control. My eyes brows are bushy. And my nose is too long. My lips are fat. So is my bum. I’m kinda tall.
Dedicated to my dad not that I have the courage to say all of this to him. Maybe it is too late.
I look down with tears in my eyes. Looking at that picture perfect smile. What I would do to smile like that again. How innocent I looked. So vulnerable to the world.
I’m pretty. She's beautiful. I’m nice. She's sociable. I’m smart. She's a genius. I’m ordinary. She's unique. I’m insecure. She's confident. I struggle through life. She loves every bit of it.
Based on the Great Expectations Miss Havisham's point of view towards Estella. Sorry absolutely love the movie and book.
Lock a secret in your heart. Throw away the key. So no one can ever see. Bury the memory deep in the mind. Just out of reach. Try your best to forget about it. And never ever look back.
I’m sorry [not really] I regret it [never do] Take me back [i don’t care] I’ll beg if I have to [as if i’ll do that] I never stopped loving you [thats because I never did].
What's that pain. At the bottom of my heart. That dull aching pain. I can’t get rid of. The pain you caused. The gut wrenching ache. Clawing from the inside. Tears flowing down my face.
You can say your not scared. And act all big and tough. When really the fear is eating you up. Frightening thoughts crawling into your mind. Slowly driving you insane. You can say that's stupid.
The girl who seemed unbreakable Broke The girl who seemed strong Crumbled The girls who always laughed Cried The girl who never stopped trying Finally gave up Found this quote somewhere.
Dedicated to my friend who I have to see suffer everyday.
Dedicated to those sickos who burned a 9 month old kitten on its first outing in the world.
Wow my opuss wasn't working for 10 minutes and I thought I was going to die without it. Makes you realise how addicted you are to opuss..
You let me fall. Right through your hands. You could have caught me. But you never gave it a chance. Now i’m broken. Shattered to pieces. You could have saved me. From this dreadful fall.
Poem about homeless people. We were talking about it in school and it is really sad an really touched my heart so next time you see a homeless person just reach into your pocket.
#projecthumanity. #household. The television told me. I have to be skinny. To be recognised in society. The television told me. You can’t be too skinny enough. I want to be skinny.
#colourchallenge. You see I have a lovely dress. An amazing midnight blue. Just nowhere to where it to. Not a ball. Nor a party. Where people can drool. So I wore my dress. And went to the park.
Okay seriously no one and I mean no one took any interest in young writers household. I'll give it another hour but if not I think we should just leave it. The words sentimental.
I haven't got any posts for young writers household. The word is sentimental. I'm extending the date to tomorrow at 7. Come on guys..
Hey guys. I just want people to know that young writers household is still going on. In fact the new word is Sentimental. I will be judging it tomorrow at 7pm. On your marks Write..
#projecthumanity. Never be honest. Always tell lies. Curvy is ugly. Skinny is right. Natural beauty what is that. Plastic surgery can never go wrong with that. Knowledge is boring. Rather have beauty.
#youngwritershousehold. Your like a rose. So detailed. So intricate. So beautiful. But dangerous. Luring me in with your beauty. Like bees to a rose. Driving them crazy.
Dedicated to my bestfriend.
A rant about my mum telling me off about the holes in my tights.
Your mean to my friend. You answer to me. You say something about my friend. You answer to me. You give my friend dirtys. You answer to me. You tease my friend. You answer to me.
Sanya: uggghhhh I hate hafsa so much Di: why what did she do Sanya: nothing I just hate her What the hell it doesn't make any sense.
I just want to have fun. To laugh all the way. To never have to work. Or be serious in any way. I just want a laugh. To have fun. And be young. To never grow old. Or grow up. I just want to have fun.
People never understand. What you do. Or what you go through. People just shake their head. And give you a pitying stare. They look at you with disgust. As if you haven’t been through enough.
I forgive you. I just will never trust you again..
Daydreaming in class when you hear this. Teacher: and that is why we must PEE. I want to see the use of PEE all over your books please. Me: (what the hell) Miss what do you mean.
First ever poem I ever wrote. Well proper poem.
Hey guys I'm going to do a Christmas stall with my friends and all the money is going to be donated to a charity. Here's the problem we don't now which charity to choose and what to sell.
Mirror mirror. Are you kidding me. The girl who looks back. Is she really me. Mirror mirror. I don’t think you know. But that girl can never be me. She’s too confident. And i’m too insecure.
I miss you. I love you. I’ve heard it all before. I’m tired. And restless. Of all the lies you’ve told. I don’t want you in my life. Anymore. Why can’t you see. We were never meant to be. Never alike.
You just want to break free. Trapped inside yourself. You just want to break free. Too lonely, by yourself. You just want to break free. From all the stress and worry caused.
Second chapter I'm on a roll. Well there you go. Jaxon's POV The beautiful girl stepped forward to face my father and thats when i saw that she had been badly beaten with bruises on her face.
Hey guys I got my new retainer today. I have a massive lisp, I can barely talk properly. I'm scared to go into school tomorrow. Anyone got any advice.
Yay my first chapter. Hope you like it please leave comments. Jaxon P.O.V “Alpha, alpha wolves in the woods,” Ryley told my father panting.
Hey guys I think I'm going to start a new story called 'Over the Moon' it's about werewolves so please tell me what you think. Thanx..
Well hey. My names Hafsa. I have 2 older brothers, both annoying and I am really awkward at moments like this. I have an adorable pet cat. I'm a 'take no shit' sort of gal.
Going out with my friends tomorrow. Yay. Unfortunately my whole family is coming. It's like who invited you. Cus I don't remember doing that. Ugggghhhhhhh.
Twinkling lights. Way up high. Lighting up the sky. Oh beautiful light. That I see every night. Winking at me,. Saying goodnight. Giving me hope. And encouraging me. To see the better way of life.
#household. It's my first time. And I am afraid. My father told me. This job pays. So don’t mess it up. Don’t let me down. Now go down. Into the mines you go. The dim. Dark. Dusty mine. I go.
Dedicated to my beautiful mum.
Okay basically I thought my life was okay and everything but baaam it's not. I'm always worried about my mum. She's had a hard time and she's going for a few days to clear her head.
Theres no point in pretending. In something that doesn't exist. Something that is simply just a myth. Trying to convince yourself it's true. But finding out its nothing to you. Why do you hope.
I see your looks. Behind my back. The way you look me up. And stare. I feel your gaze. Boring into my back. Laughing at the way I look. And what I have. When I know deep down. You want to be me.
Hey guys is anyone doing young writers household and if so who is?.
You were there for me When I fell for him You were there for me When I cried for him You were there for me When I begged for him You were there for me When he cheated on me You gave me courage To...
Hey guys it's me Hafy. I've changed me account it used to be Hafy..