Entries By Anya
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It was the toaster that brought me back to that night. The same one that killed him 3 years ago. I couldn’t get rid of it. It was the killer, the only thing I had left of him. The flashback, the way his body just limped there, the grey steel of the toaster reflecting in the light of the bathtub.Posted By Anya On 11.14.2013 @ 11:44 am
I rewrite these passages over and over, trying to find the right thing to say. But what if theres nothing left i can say? What if we reached the epitome of our love? The end. Could it be? I sit here and think the world away. It is only you who makes me feel this way.Posted By Anya On 10.09.2013 @ 6:03 pm
the world didnt end in december 2012 as the Mayans predicted and i am very relived about that because i am only young and dying in 2012 would mean that i would have spent my whole life (bar 3 years of being an infant) in education. that would be a waste of life.Posted By Anya On 01.13.2013 @ 3:40 pm
Society has dictated the way the majority of people live their lives. They set certain rules and boundaries for themselves and others that make their true self become incognito, and eventually disappear. Imagine if these “trends” and “courteous manners” never influenced you, never directed your way of being. How would you really be?Posted By Anya On 02.12.2013 @ 2:28 pm
What does it matter? But now I know, it does. This effects my country, the place I live in. What have we given to this country? We payed taxes, we donated, we live just like every other citizen. But we can’t vote. We can’t vote for what we think is right, we have to say in our future. I’ve lived here my whole life, what else can you ask of me?Posted By anya On 10.01.2012 @ 11:05 am
man army marching towards a castle in the rain, hopeless, but forced to continue, thinking of home and warmth and fires but stuck in the cold, rainy muddy marshes of the south.
When will this war end, the line running through everyones minds, every second of every day.
When will this war end?Posted By anya On 09.29.2012 @ 10:15 am
He was in the side street, overlooking a painting when I saw him years later. He look good. Age had done him wonders. He was a grown man now, I imagined a ring encrusting its place on his finger. Longingly I looked at him and saw the young boy I had first fallen in love with. Bringing back those bitter sweet memories of the man I loved and lost.Posted By Anya On 08.24.2012 @ 5:54 pm
nothing has ever done. everything just become very empty since you had nothing to do. you can always waiting to be filled with something, somehow it was wrong. but one day when you reach it, u can always be grateful. so go let it go your emptiness, and stop emptying.Posted By anya On 06.05.2012 @ 6:19 am
It is crazy how much you can want something. To yearn, to believe, to feel it in your grasp, but only for a mili-second. Because then that idea of what’s perfect, what you want what you say you NEED, it changes, transforms and cloaks itself into the whimsical form of whatever your acquisitive mind now thinks is most precious.Posted By Anya On 05.27.2012 @ 7:21 pm
Romance and love comes hand in hand with pain and suffering. You cannot feel one without the other. It tears you apart while keeping you together. It shows you the brightest light and the darkest hour. You feel euphoria, you feel deterioration. You feel sane, you feel insane. It builds you up and crushes you down. Love … There is nothing so bitter sweet.Posted By Anya On 05.16.2012 @ 9:57 pm
The time had come to finally separate. To explore the world without each others hand. To see beyond the love we had. To live a life without each other. Was I even remotely ready? No. Did I want to? No. But if it meant to give him a chance at happiness.. without the pain and suffering I had brought to such a beautiful man, then separate we shall be.Posted By Anya On 05.01.2012 @ 5:55 pm
He laid her earrings on the table beside, ensuring they wont get lost. They slowly embraced in bed, feeling each other as if for the first time. Its been years since she felt like this. His smell and touch resurfaced the feelings she tried so hard to push down.Posted By Anya On 04.16.2012 @ 11:32 am