I'm losing my mind, Taylor thought as she gripped the edge of the vanity table, almost splintering it. A few shards of glass on শীর্ষ of it were enough to tell her that her face was painted with her black tears.
I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.
Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be ব্যক্ত and then forgotten immediately.
Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.
Glass. Why can't I break it?
Taylor ran out of her room, down the hallway, breaking every mirror and vase that she came across, trying to defy the voice that ব্যক্ত it should have bothered her.
In her gut, as she smashed each item, she felt horror and dread, which she immediately stamped out as best she could.
The sound. The sound. No, no, no. Father will hit me again! He's going to break everything and tell me it was my fault, he's going to hurt me again...
Taylor gasped. What she had thought hadn't sounded like her. It had, but she sounded...human. The voice of a frightened child.
She shuddered as she saw an image of a face.
Terror was stretched over her young human features, her pupils were round and her skin was darker.
She was seeing the girl from her eyes perspective, looking in a mirror. A man in his forties came after her and struck the mirror. He immediately began yelling at her, hitting her over and over again.
Taylor lay on the medieval stone floor, her head spinning.
She had seen herself. Seen herself cry.
The truth is worse than a blatant lie. The blatant lie of forgetting.
Forgetting is preferable, sometimes. Sometimes the truth is what cuts, what lurks in the back of your mind.
Forgetting.
I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.
Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be ব্যক্ত and then forgotten immediately.
Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.
Glass. Why can't I break it?
Taylor ran out of her room, down the hallway, breaking every mirror and vase that she came across, trying to defy the voice that ব্যক্ত it should have bothered her.
In her gut, as she smashed each item, she felt horror and dread, which she immediately stamped out as best she could.
The sound. The sound. No, no, no. Father will hit me again! He's going to break everything and tell me it was my fault, he's going to hurt me again...
Taylor gasped. What she had thought hadn't sounded like her. It had, but she sounded...human. The voice of a frightened child.
She shuddered as she saw an image of a face.
Terror was stretched over her young human features, her pupils were round and her skin was darker.
She was seeing the girl from her eyes perspective, looking in a mirror. A man in his forties came after her and struck the mirror. He immediately began yelling at her, hitting her over and over again.
Taylor lay on the medieval stone floor, her head spinning.
She had seen herself. Seen herself cry.
The truth is worse than a blatant lie. The blatant lie of forgetting.
Forgetting is preferable, sometimes. Sometimes the truth is what cuts, what lurks in the back of your mind.
Forgetting.
what I'm লেখা isn't exactly an প্রবন্ধ , but I hope আপনি will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever ক্রুশ you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do আপনি like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do আপনি want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would আপনি cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would আপনি live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would আপনি do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me অথবা you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason আপনি never ক্রুশ my mind is because আপনি are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like আপনি is because I প্রণয় আপনি .
*The reason I don't want আপনি is because I need আপনি .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if আপনি left is because I would die if আপনি left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for আপনি is because I would die for আপনি .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do আপনি anything for আপনি is because I would do everything for আপনি .
*The reason I chose my life is because আপনি are my life .
Girl; Do I ever ক্রুশ you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do আপনি like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do আপনি want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would আপনি cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would আপনি live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would আপনি do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me অথবা you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason আপনি never ক্রুশ my mind is because আপনি are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like আপনি is because I প্রণয় আপনি .
*The reason I don't want আপনি is because I need আপনি .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if আপনি left is because I would die if আপনি left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for আপনি is because I would die for আপনি .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do আপনি anything for আপনি is because I would do everything for আপনি .
*The reason I chose my life is because আপনি are my life .
inch দ্বারা inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
প্রজাপতি of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to প্রণয় it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the দিন I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for আপনি love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place আপনি could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with আরো আগুন then আপনি could ever imagine.
আরো passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the দিন I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real বাস্কেটবল coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for আপনি love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place আপনি could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with আরো আগুন then আপনি could ever imagine.
আরো passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the দিন I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real বাস্কেটবল coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
অথবা I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told দ্বারা hidden scars
Unable to প্রদর্শনী themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
অথবা I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told দ্বারা hidden scars
Unable to প্রদর্শনী themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.