Whispering-Echos-413
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PageviewsAttack by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Attack
I look up and see myself, eyes skit left, skit right, whats that?, WHO’S THERE!, nothing, snap back, what was that?, The mirror? I CAN SEE YOU!, swing around back pressed to the sink, nothing… no ones there, breathe turn around, breathe… why are you still there?…shaking? haha I’m not shaking! what was that!? whats that noise? WHO ARE YOU!!! no ones there… turn back to the mirror, breathe… Turn on the tap, WHAT WAS THAT SOUND!! Nothing… big breath, calm, wash your hands, wipe away the red, splash your face, calm down, breathe, no ones there, its ok, its alright… look up in the mirror, its j
Mother by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Mother
Strands of gold and bright blue diamonds,
The first things that come to mind when I think of you,
Kind and strong, mindful sometimes wrong,
Stern yet steady always at the ready, to catch me when I fall;
Your mind a place where thoughts of me and my brother crawl-
Memories to be stored,
Your eyes saved for caring glances and stern stares,
Your lips for goodnight kisses, words of love, Reassurance and Authority,
Your arms and hands to hold and to help,
Your feet creating footsteps for us to follow,
I love you to no end so please know Mum,
You’re my best friend.
Warrior by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Warrior
She was a fighter, she had a fire inside her heart
People tried to tell her she would never be smart,
but she didn’t listen, she didn’t obey
she stood up straight and walked the other way
she didn’t bend the rules she just continued with a smile
not letting anyone see she had turned to denile
still everyday she fought for what she believed
that she was still human, that she was still free.
Circus Girl by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Circus Girl
I looked in the mirror as my breath came out in hiccups as tears streamed down my face my eyesight blurry. All I could hear was my hiccupping sobs and the voices in my head. Their voices.
“What a freak”
“Ew it’s the circus creep”
“Your such a weirdo”
“The neighborhood whore”
“You bitch!”
“Your such a pathetic excuse of an existence”
“Why are you even here?”
The voices, their voices it was all I could hear as the searing pain raced across my body as more and more pain was inflicted as more and more comments filled my mind.
“Hey you slut how
When I was young by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
When I was young
When I was six just like any little girl I dreamed of being a dancer to dance and look like a swan on a stage, light on my feet, dancing on tiptoe! to seem as if I was the wind blowing a gentle breeze. I dreamed of spotlights and classical music I loved to seem like a fairy. my room was covered in ballerinas, flowers, fairies and the colour light pink the same as all the tutus of the pretty, pretty ballerinas. When I was young I danced for fun but then I watched them leap, I watched them soar and I wanted to see more. Like any little girl the swift gentle movements of their wings captivated me and the high leaps and their side stepped springs
The flame of inspiration by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
The flame of inspiration
“When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
dro
Those Days... by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Those Days...
Everyone has those days.
Those days when the alarm goes off and climbing out of bed feels like climbing Everest.
Those days when the simplest of tasks, like pouring a bowl of cereal, feels like an impossibility.
When it feels like you'll never smile again.
Or maybe cry forever.
The days when you wonder what the point is.
When eternal sleep is preferable to a life of misery.
But you don't give in.
You climb Everest.
Complete the impossible tasks.
Plaster on a smile and fake your way through the day.
You chatter cheerfully with customers.
Laugh and joke with your coworkers.
And every unkind word feels like a stab to your heart.
Bu
High School by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
High School
“HIGH SCHOOL
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Tod
Biology's Cruelest Joke by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Biology's Cruelest Joke
“Biology’s cruel joke goes something like this: As a teenage body goes through puberty, its circadian rhythm essentially shifts three hours backward. Suddenly, going to bed at nine or ten o’clock at night isn’t just a drag, but close to a biological impossibility. Studies of teenagers around the globe have found that adolescent brains do not start releasing melatonin until around eleven o’clock at night and keep pumping out the hormone well past sunrise. Adults, meanwhile, have little-to-no melatonin in their bodies when they wake up. With all that melatonin surging through their bloodstream, teenagers who are fo
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Attack by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Attack
I look up and see myself, eyes skit left, skit right, whats that?, WHO’S THERE!, nothing, snap back, what was that?, The mirror? I CAN SEE YOU!, swing around back pressed to the sink, nothing… no ones there, breathe turn around, breathe… why are you still there?…shaking? haha I’m not shaking! what was that!? whats that noise? WHO ARE YOU!!! no ones there… turn back to the mirror, breathe… Turn on the tap, WHAT WAS THAT SOUND!! Nothing… big breath, calm, wash your hands, wipe away the red, splash your face, calm down, breathe, no ones there, its ok, its alright… look up in the mirror, its j
Mother by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Mother
Strands of gold and bright blue diamonds,
The first things that come to mind when I think of you,
Kind and strong, mindful sometimes wrong,
Stern yet steady always at the ready, to catch me when I fall;
Your mind a place where thoughts of me and my brother crawl-
Memories to be stored,
Your eyes saved for caring glances and stern stares,
Your lips for goodnight kisses, words of love, Reassurance and Authority,
Your arms and hands to hold and to help,
Your feet creating footsteps for us to follow,
I love you to no end so please know Mum,
You’re my best friend.
Warrior by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Warrior
She was a fighter, she had a fire inside her heart
People tried to tell her she would never be smart,
but she didn’t listen, she didn’t obey
she stood up straight and walked the other way
she didn’t bend the rules she just continued with a smile
not letting anyone see she had turned to denile
still everyday she fought for what she believed
that she was still human, that she was still free.
Circus Girl by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Circus Girl
I looked in the mirror as my breath came out in hiccups as tears streamed down my face my eyesight blurry. All I could hear was my hiccupping sobs and the voices in my head. Their voices.
“What a freak”
“Ew it’s the circus creep”
“Your such a weirdo”
“The neighborhood whore”
“You bitch!”
“Your such a pathetic excuse of an existence”
“Why are you even here?”
The voices, their voices it was all I could hear as the searing pain raced across my body as more and more pain was inflicted as more and more comments filled my mind.
“Hey you slut how
When I was young by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
When I was young
When I was six just like any little girl I dreamed of being a dancer to dance and look like a swan on a stage, light on my feet, dancing on tiptoe! to seem as if I was the wind blowing a gentle breeze. I dreamed of spotlights and classical music I loved to seem like a fairy. my room was covered in ballerinas, flowers, fairies and the colour light pink the same as all the tutus of the pretty, pretty ballerinas. When I was young I danced for fun but then I watched them leap, I watched them soar and I wanted to see more. Like any little girl the swift gentle movements of their wings captivated me and the high leaps and their side stepped springs
The flame of inspiration by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
The flame of inspiration
“When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
dro
Those Days... by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Those Days...
Everyone has those days.
Those days when the alarm goes off and climbing out of bed feels like climbing Everest.
Those days when the simplest of tasks, like pouring a bowl of cereal, feels like an impossibility.
When it feels like you'll never smile again.
Or maybe cry forever.
The days when you wonder what the point is.
When eternal sleep is preferable to a life of misery.
But you don't give in.
You climb Everest.
Complete the impossible tasks.
Plaster on a smile and fake your way through the day.
You chatter cheerfully with customers.
Laugh and joke with your coworkers.
And every unkind word feels like a stab to your heart.
Bu
High School by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
High School
“HIGH SCHOOL
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Tod
Biology's Cruelest Joke by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Biology's Cruelest Joke
“Biology’s cruel joke goes something like this: As a teenage body goes through puberty, its circadian rhythm essentially shifts three hours backward. Suddenly, going to bed at nine or ten o’clock at night isn’t just a drag, but close to a biological impossibility. Studies of teenagers around the globe have found that adolescent brains do not start releasing melatonin until around eleven o’clock at night and keep pumping out the hormone well past sunrise. Adults, meanwhile, have little-to-no melatonin in their bodies when they wake up. With all that melatonin surging through their bloodstream, teenagers who are fo
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Mother by Whispering-Echos-413, literature
Literature
Mother
Strands of gold and bright blue diamonds,
The first things that come to mind when I think of you,
Kind and strong, mindful sometimes wrong,
Stern yet steady always at the ready, to catch me when I fall;
Your mind a place where thoughts of me and my brother crawl-
Memories to be stored,
Your eyes saved for caring glances and stern stares,
Your lips for goodnight kisses, words of love, Reassurance and Authority,
Your arms and hands to hold and to help,
Your feet creating footsteps for us to follow,
I love you to no end so please know Mum,
You’re my best friend.
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- May 7
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Let the voices within tell their story. As each one becomes just a bit more gory, waiting for the life promised after death, each one wonders how much time they have left.Favourite Visual Artist
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