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Παναγούλη Κατερίνα Βλούχου Βασιλική Ελισσάβετ
Τζαβέλα Νεφέλη
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Παναγούλη Κατερίνα Βλούχου Βασιλική Ελισσάβετ
Τζαβέλα Νεφέλη
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One minuteOne minute,
That's all it takes
It's enough for us
to say the words our
mouths are too scared
to utter. But our
eyes scream them
every time we look
at each other. We
are too frightened
to let our feelings
for one another
out for the world
to see. One minute,
others say it’s not
much, but for me
it means eternity
if I’m with you.
Last night.
Last night I dreamt of you
and the night before that
I dreamt of your laugh
and every night before that
I dreamt that you still love me
but every morning
I wake up without your touch
and I can't seem to figure out which is worse:
not having you
or dreaming of what we could be
and then waking up
to an internal misery
and now all that we have
are stories full of history.
Last night I dreamt of you
and the night before that
I dreamt of your laugh
and every night before that
I dreamt that you still love me
but every morning
I wake up without your touch
and I can't seem to figure out which is worse:
not having you
or dreaming of what we could be
and then waking up
to an internal misery
and now all that we have
are stories full of history.
Last night.
Last night I dreamt of you
and the night before that
I dreamt of your laugh
and every night before that
I dreamt that you still love me
but every morning
I wake up without your touch
and I can't seem to figure out which is worse:
not having you
or dreaming of what we could be
and then waking up
to an internal misery
and now all that we have
are stories full of history.
Last night I dreamt of you
and the night before that
I dreamt of your laugh
and every night before that
I dreamt that you still love me
but every morning
I wake up without your touch
and I can't seem to figure out which is worse:
not having you
or dreaming of what we could be
and then waking up
to an internal misery
and now all that we have
are stories full of history.
Sensitive Girl
I always feel guilty
when I pick flowers, I kill the spiders in my
shower curtains
I feel guilty
when I put my stuffed animalsin closed boxes
Because they won't be able to see the world
I'm a sensitive girl
I hate to say it!
It's embarrassing!
like how embarrassing it was
How easily you broke my heart
Like you were picking a rose from it's bush to
smell it!
Killing it!
The pretty little thing.
I always feel guilty
when I pick flowers, I kill the spiders in my
shower curtains
I feel guilty
when I put my stuffed animalsin closed boxes
Because they won't be able to see the world
I'm a sensitive girl
I hate to say it!
It's embarrassing!
like how embarrassing it was
How easily you broke my heart
Like you were picking a rose from it's bush to
smell it!
Killing it!
The pretty little thing.
Self harm
When I'm around and seem all happy
but hide it all and say it's nothing.
Then I go home and do ‘this’ again.
Trying not to show the unbearable pain.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you're just going insane.
Then you only have to explain
what on earth is going on in your head.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you try not to ball your eyes
from the embarrassment
but you end up wiping your tears away.
Then they beg you to stop it right now
but you have to deal with it somehow
then you can do nothing but swear
not to do this thing again.
When I'm around and seem all happy
but hide it all and say it's nothing.
Then I go home and do ‘this’ again.
Trying not to show the unbearable pain.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you're just going insane.
Then you only have to explain
what on earth is going on in your head.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you try not to ball your eyes
from the embarrassment
but you end up wiping your tears away.
Then they beg you to stop it right now
but you have to deal with it somehow
then you can do nothing but swear
not to do this thing again.
Self harm
When I'm around and seem all happy
but hide it all and say it's nothing.
Then I go home and do ‘this’ again.
Trying not to show the unbearable pain.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you're just going insane.
Then you only have to explain
what on earth is going on in your head.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you try not to ball your eyes
from the embarrassment
but you end up wiping your tears away.
Then they beg you to stop it right now
but you have to deal with it somehow
then you can do nothing but swear
not to do this thing again.
When I'm around and seem all happy
but hide it all and say it's nothing.
Then I go home and do ‘this’ again.
Trying not to show the unbearable pain.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you're just going insane.
Then you only have to explain
what on earth is going on in your head.
‘Why would you do that?’ they say
while you try not to ball your eyes
from the embarrassment
but you end up wiping your tears away.
Then they beg you to stop it right now
but you have to deal with it somehow
then you can do nothing but swear
not to do this thing again.
PEOPLE DONT CHANGE
'People don't change', they say
But it's just a rumour I guess.
You wonder if they are right
but deep inside you know that they
are all wrong.
'People don't change', they say
And you kind of start believing it.
But you know that the older you can recognize you anymore.
'People don't change', they say
But you used to be the funniest little kid
The one who was only laughing all the time
The one who seemed to have the perfect life
But look at you now now
Now you're nothing but the opposite of all of it.
'People don't change', they say
but you did
And now you hate yourself
Now you hate everybody
Now you live in the darkness wishing
you wouldn't be here anymore.
'People don't change', they say
But you did.
You did and now you're trying
to get out of this whole you've created
You did and now you wish you wouldn't
be here anymore.
'People don't change', they say
But it's just a rumour I guess.
You wonder if they are right
but deep inside you know that they
are all wrong.
'People don't change', they say
And you kind of start believing it.
But you know that the older you can recognize you anymore.
'People don't change', they say
But you used to be the funniest little kid
The one who was only laughing all the time
The one who seemed to have the perfect life
But look at you now now
Now you're nothing but the opposite of all of it.
'People don't change', they say
but you did
And now you hate yourself
Now you hate everybody
Now you live in the darkness wishing
you wouldn't be here anymore.
'People don't change', they say
But you did.
You did and now you're trying
to get out of this whole you've created
You did and now you wish you wouldn't
be here anymore.
ONE DAY
You think you know her. You see the outside of herself that's happy with life and is always smiling, raising her hand in class, being the best friend for others, being supportive, helping her mother, dancing, singing, laughing. The sunshine person, obedient, never say no to anyone. But that's not true.. Behind all those smiles, behind the laughs, dances and songs is a girl that's cries herself to sleep, a girl that is a people's pleaser, a perfectionist that feels like a disappointment to everyone every time she does something. Then one day she met them, they real them, her friends, the best people she will ever meet. Her found family, they helped her and glued some broken pieces she had back together. She cares deeply about them, she would kill for them she felt alive whenever she was with them. That also, helped her at home she told her mother she loved her life. She was happy again.
You think you know her. You see the outside of herself that's happy with life and is always smiling, raising her hand in class, being the best friend for others, being supportive, helping her mother, dancing, singing, laughing. The sunshine person, obedient, never say no to anyone. But that's not true.. Behind all those smiles, behind the laughs, dances and songs is a girl that's cries herself to sleep, a girl that is a people's pleaser, a perfectionist that feels like a disappointment to everyone every time she does something. Then one day she met them, they real them, her friends, the best people she will ever meet. Her found family, they helped her and glued some broken pieces she had back together. She cares deeply about them, she would kill for them she felt alive whenever she was with them. That also, helped her at home she told her mother she loved her life. She was happy again.