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VICTORIA Hannah Kirsten051093
Catholic Junior College
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So they sang.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009 , 11:01:00 PM
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Stepmother Wednesday, July 15, 2009 , 8:48:00 PM ↑
Stealing Friday, July 10, 2009 , 11:02:00 PM ↑
It's late Monday, April 20, 2009 , 11:58:00 PM ↑
Melodies Friday, March 27, 2009 , 11:40:00 PM ↑
Unfathomable Sunday, February 22, 2009 , 12:28:00 AM ↑
Like butterflies Thursday, October 30, 2008 , 9:46:00 PM ↑
Who's to say, I haven't lost control?
There's a good chance, I have.
And I hear what they say.
No, I am not the best.
Stereotyped yes.
one piece of good news,
expected of the rest.
Delusional, they are.
Illusions that comfort, but are blind.
You tell yourself you'll survive,
But you won't.
Suppose there was hope. Good.
Not many are so lucky.
Like myself, for example.
Perish evil thoughts!
So I may see a clear path.
Victory lies beyond the black gates.
My head pounds hard, does yours?
A piece of mind picked out,
too much to fear, ergo you,
will fall in failure.
There's a good chance, I have.
And I hear what they say.
No, I am not the best.
Stereotyped yes.
one piece of good news,
expected of the rest.
Delusional, they are.
Illusions that comfort, but are blind.
You tell yourself you'll survive,
But you won't.
Suppose there was hope. Good.
Not many are so lucky.
Like myself, for example.
Perish evil thoughts!
So I may see a clear path.
Victory lies beyond the black gates.
My head pounds hard, does yours?
A piece of mind picked out,
too much to fear, ergo you,
will fall in failure.
Stepmother Wednesday, July 15, 2009 , 8:48:00 PM ↑
Conscience? Is that you at the door
No I tell you now, go away.
I know what your honest mouth will spew
What? there is no wrong, the Mistress is out.
Shh...Father slumbers, I saw his dirtied drink.
She did it you know? and went to see the devil.
No you, stop your nagging She deserves it.
All her makeup flushed away, oh how she'll howl.
Did you see that skimpy dress?
Father ignored it, what a fool.
Never you mind, I'll make sure she cowers.
have you got a pill to wake him?
Is that the key in the lock? What joy!
Hear that drunken slur She has no shame!
She will sober up fast I reckon. Once she
sees her wardrobe's sorry state.
Quickly, to the bomb shelter. She doesn't
like the cobwebs in her muddy tresses.
Time for Operation Number 2, she's throwing
a bash at that devil's house. A forged invitation
Conscience? Already in my pocket.
An original poem by Victoria Hannah Goh
No I tell you now, go away.
I know what your honest mouth will spew
What? there is no wrong, the Mistress is out.
Shh...Father slumbers, I saw his dirtied drink.
She did it you know? and went to see the devil.
No you, stop your nagging She deserves it.
All her makeup flushed away, oh how she'll howl.
Did you see that skimpy dress?
Father ignored it, what a fool.
Never you mind, I'll make sure she cowers.
have you got a pill to wake him?
Is that the key in the lock? What joy!
Hear that drunken slur She has no shame!
She will sober up fast I reckon. Once she
sees her wardrobe's sorry state.
Quickly, to the bomb shelter. She doesn't
like the cobwebs in her muddy tresses.
Time for Operation Number 2, she's throwing
a bash at that devil's house. A forged invitation
Conscience? Already in my pocket.
An original poem by Victoria Hannah Goh
Stealing Friday, July 10, 2009 , 11:02:00 PM ↑
I just watched For One More Day.
A movie based on the book by Mitch Albom.
I have to say, it's one movie that followed
the book exactly. The exact dialogues even.
Amazing. It was so sad. But I like it.
I feel out of it. I always feel out of it.
Like something isn't ever right.
I get depressed so freaking easily.
Dunno what to do about the CI thing.
Yesterday Andrea told me to pray about it.
And it actually occurred to me that I hadn't tried!
See what's happening to me.
How could I forget God? Andrea's advice was
definitely God-sent. I guess it kinda took such
obvious means for me to realise. Since I just
remembered, the recent sermons have been
about this kind of thing. Well thank God for
Andrea then, literally.
My imagination is taking on a sadistic streak.
This is the poem I wrote in lit today.
Based off the poem by Carol Ann Duffy
Stealing
I took it. A face, one like mine
Midnight. Snuck her to a safe-house
Sleeping pills in her throat, enough to last the day
Went back Closed my eyes
woke up with her face
Better of dead than giving in, not taking
what you want. Took no effort to fool
the parent, less for the friends.
Part of the thrill was knowing
She'd never figure it out
I steal things worth stealing, an experience
a birthday, a piece of good news.
I'm the one in control and they never know
Then I come to my favourite part, the mirrors
Reality was calling, the sky dimming
I trudged back, nearly regretting
Replaced her in her bed and walked out
never looking back. Started to wonder
who's life I'd try tomorrow.
A movie based on the book by Mitch Albom.
I have to say, it's one movie that followed
the book exactly. The exact dialogues even.
Amazing. It was so sad. But I like it.
I feel out of it. I always feel out of it.
Like something isn't ever right.
I get depressed so freaking easily.
Dunno what to do about the CI thing.
Yesterday Andrea told me to pray about it.
And it actually occurred to me that I hadn't tried!
See what's happening to me.
How could I forget God? Andrea's advice was
definitely God-sent. I guess it kinda took such
obvious means for me to realise. Since I just
remembered, the recent sermons have been
about this kind of thing. Well thank God for
Andrea then, literally.
My imagination is taking on a sadistic streak.
This is the poem I wrote in lit today.
Based off the poem by Carol Ann Duffy
Stealing
I took it. A face, one like mine
Midnight. Snuck her to a safe-house
Sleeping pills in her throat, enough to last the day
Went back Closed my eyes
woke up with her face
Better of dead than giving in, not taking
what you want. Took no effort to fool
the parent, less for the friends.
Part of the thrill was knowing
She'd never figure it out
I steal things worth stealing, an experience
a birthday, a piece of good news.
I'm the one in control and they never know
Then I come to my favourite part, the mirrors
Reality was calling, the sky dimming
I trudged back, nearly regretting
Replaced her in her bed and walked out
never looking back. Started to wonder
who's life I'd try tomorrow.
It's late Monday, April 20, 2009 , 11:58:00 PM ↑
It's late.
Hands tick with warning,
Stumbling in the morning.
In the house all is still,
The only sounds are silence.
Steady breathing in the nursery,
The children slumber in peace,
The husband and wife warm,
Arms intertwined, they lie in tranquil,
The small room at the end,
Lights glow under the door,
She has not yet retreated to her bed,
Only 15 but carrying the world's stresses,
Furiously completing all that's assigned,
While the blankets beckon.
It's late,
She succumbs,
Tomorrow will be a new day.
Hands tick with warning,
Stumbling in the morning.
In the house all is still,
The only sounds are silence.
Steady breathing in the nursery,
The children slumber in peace,
The husband and wife warm,
Arms intertwined, they lie in tranquil,
The small room at the end,
Lights glow under the door,
She has not yet retreated to her bed,
Only 15 but carrying the world's stresses,
Furiously completing all that's assigned,
While the blankets beckon.
It's late,
She succumbs,
Tomorrow will be a new day.
Melodies Friday, March 27, 2009 , 11:40:00 PM ↑
I can't think but to regret for not doing more.
A placating charade only for a false reassurance.
Once and twice a slip or else a secret kept.
A placating charade only for a false reassurance.
Once and twice a slip or else a secret kept.
Unfathomable Sunday, February 22, 2009 , 12:28:00 AM ↑
And as I wandered past oblivious souls,
a thought caught my mind,
an epiphany so empowering,
I could not deny it,
like I once could with such ease,
and I do not welcome it,
for why would I have attempted,
so greatly to keep it at bay,
if I should accept it now?
But now it proves to be prevalent,
an afterthought tugging at my heart,
I want you back.
a thought caught my mind,
an epiphany so empowering,
I could not deny it,
like I once could with such ease,
and I do not welcome it,
for why would I have attempted,
so greatly to keep it at bay,
if I should accept it now?
But now it proves to be prevalent,
an afterthought tugging at my heart,
I want you back.
Like butterflies Thursday, October 30, 2008 , 9:46:00 PM ↑
You shattered a heart already broken,
A sigh heard inside,
Like butterflies forgotten,
An envelope unmarked,
Words created by fairy's fingers,
Make believe, fake smiles hid the mask,
Roses hung, brushing last breaths,
Smell of death threaded through,
The silver lining of a grey cloud,
The crinkle of a fresh dollar note,
Crushed, torn like waste from a kitchen,
A girl on your favorite swing in the park,
Tears fall, staining the sand in patterns,
She gets up and walks away.
No, you'd never know I'd hurt this way...
A sigh heard inside,
Like butterflies forgotten,
An envelope unmarked,
Words created by fairy's fingers,
Make believe, fake smiles hid the mask,
Roses hung, brushing last breaths,
Smell of death threaded through,
The silver lining of a grey cloud,
The crinkle of a fresh dollar note,
Crushed, torn like waste from a kitchen,
A girl on your favorite swing in the park,
Tears fall, staining the sand in patterns,
She gets up and walks away.
No, you'd never know I'd hurt this way...
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