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Annabelle has only one hand, but uses it to paint far more exquisite paintings than any two-handed artist I know.
Ask her how her left hand was lost and she'll come up with a different truth each time. Once she said it was because she loved a boy who demanded something in return, and last Tuesday it was rumored that she had trusted a thief with no name. I listen for hours to her tales, rendered more beautiful than any of her artworks, indulging in the vague amusement and curiosity they inspire.
And when I do ask for the truth, she just shakes her head and tells me it's there, that I'll have to trust her on this one. And I do.
I always do.
Ask her how her left hand was lost and she'll come up with a different truth each time. Once she said it was because she loved a boy who demanded something in return, and last Tuesday it was rumored that she had trusted a thief with no name. I listen for hours to her tales, rendered more beautiful than any of her artworks, indulging in the vague amusement and curiosity they inspire.
And when I do ask for the truth, she just shakes her head and tells me it's there, that I'll have to trust her on this one. And I do.
I always do.
Literature
Self Righteous Suicide
Self Righteous Suicide:
We're sleeping,
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
We isolate,
Each other,
As we walk alone at night.
We plot,
Unholy vengeance,
As we dream of endless death,
We hate,
Our reflections,
As we choke away our breath.
We sleep,
And suffer,
Tormented by our dreams.
Alone,
And frightened,
None shall hear our screams.
So sick,
So vengeful,
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
This life,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
Literature
Stand Up and Fight
Stand Up and Fight:
What happened to your hopes,
What happened your dreams?
You're sitting here in silence,
You listen to the screams.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight.
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
You used to have a smile,
But then they made it go.
They crushed you in the dirt,
Now you're feelin' really low.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight,
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
The big bullies gang up,
They got their own hang up,
Forget it and man up,
Ya just gotta stand up.
Because this is your life,
Don't throw it away.
Just stand up and fight,
No
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They Told Us
They Told Us:
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
Writers, poets,
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at
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very, very good one :]