anabel-rose-kubabom
Ghanaian
16.Im Filipino and Ghanaian(I prefer Blasian though) chocolate gets me high and indie rock makes me go crazy. My guitar is probably the thing that keeps me sane, that and music. I'm pretty sarcastic. Sometimes too much for my own good. Aaannd I'm writing my IGCSEs next year. So there's something to kill myself over. Yah.. I'm done. If you have any questions just ask me.. My social skills are not bad at all
Smile all the time
Act friendly and go the extra mile to make conversation
Be sensitive and be interesting
Else you'll be left behind
All the good ones will be taken and you're left with the remains
It's a ****** affair, making friends
Everyone puts on their armor of confidence
And draws out their weapon of friendliness
Some are glamorous at first sight
Others pathetic or mysterious
Boring or rude
You try your hardest to befriend the glamorous ones
But then end up being paired up with the last person on your list, probably wasn't even in your list.
Boiling with disappointment but still armed with the battle gear of friendship building
You set to your task, not wanting to be roped off as the rude one
Weeks later the deceptive mist is cleared away
And people just stop making the effort to impress
Suddenly you wonder what you saw in others that intrigued you
Some turned out to be as glamorous as a drunk Britney Spears
And others turned out to be the best friends one could find
It's a ****** affair making friends
You really have to find the right ones for you
Can't be stuck in a friendship where they only come to you for food or homework.
If you are then I'm sorry but you my friend are what is known as 'back-up' friend
If you are then you need to get yourself some friends who are better deserving of your friendship.
No matter how long it takes.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Say you're sorry,
Say you still love me,
Say I'm the only one,
Show me if you can,
Solve this messy puzzle,
For I'm lost deep within this inner tussle,
If you didn't mean to hurt me,
Then take it all away, all the horrors That i see,
For I've been scarred by your hands
Those hands that trap me in these blighted lands,
And crushed my heart till it bled
So if you're sorry, show me that you cared,
And make my face bright again..
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
I'm walking down this empty road alone
All around me, houses are lit up
And full of happiness that has grown
The sound of singing
And laughter ringing
Only manages to harden my bitter heart.
I'm sitting around a table with my friends
But I have never felt more alone
Their pointless conversations about latest trends
Is just a monotonous drone
And anger fills me up like a storm
I retreat into my own sad world
Full of thoughts too morbid to express
Haunting songs fill my head
And for a short while I'm content
But it's not enough
And soon my tunnel of light disappears
And I'm plunged into darkness.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Dear god
I’m sorry to disturb you
And i’m sorry to stop saying your name
Every time i want to sleep
But i see this world starting to get crazy
And i don’t see any help from your hand
Dear god
I see my friends cry every night
Because her disease never be cured
And why you gave it to her?
You gave the strength in people
Then why you let it faded away?
I’m sorry
I’m not a saint, or apostle
And i’m too young to understand this world
But i know i’m not the only one who’s crazy in here
So help us before our bodies are full of sins
And the monsters crawling to our fragile bodies
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
He never got to kiss them
those lips he had vowed to kiss when they met
She had always refused
Even though Lord knows she really wanted to
She had loved him too
It just took years for her to realize it
This is a story of two best friends
Who fall in love in **** Germany
But I'm afraid it's not the ending you expect
No, they do not end up together in the end
They could have- but they didn't
Because an arschloch called ******
Decided that he was better than everyone in this whole ****** world
So this young boy died never knowing the taste of her lips
And she was left behind
To kiss his dead body
And declare her love for him
But it was too Late.
He was gone
And she was alone
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
There is an artist
hiding deep with in me
she can sing and dance and write and draw
she can create anything
But sadly
she is trapped deep inside
so then the confused me
tries to dance but always falls
tries to sing but always fails
tries to create but only crumbles
because I have now realized that
I am an artist trapped in a body that isn't capable
of creating art
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
I am plummeting.
Faster than the speed of light.
That even time slows down.
I am plummeting.
Falling from the the clouds.
Into the deepest depths of the ocean.
I am plummeting.
Like an angel with wilted wings.
All innocence is lost.
I am plummeting.
Headfirst.
And i do not struggle.
I am plummeting.
A dying light.
I no longer shine.
I am plummeting.
My lungs are tired.
My screams shall not be heard.
My tears shall be the diamonds,
they glisten and radiate my sorrow.
The angels are crying too.
Because they know,
They cannot save me.
I am plummeting.
Catch me.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
See how they dance around
I look at them and I'm home bound
I'm not crazy, they really are there
And I really don't appreciate your odd stares
They're there I tell you!
Their bright blue eyes are piercing through
Well now they're gone
But it won't be long
Till they return for me
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
This isn't normal
I barely even know what it is
I barely know anything anymore
I've had this before
But this time it's different
Because I'm refusing to admit
What I'm feeling
To anyone, even myself
I'm refusing to admit
That you make my heart do backflips
That you make my stomach churn
In the best possible way
I'm refusing to admit
That I think about you everyday
That my breath hitches
Whenever you come my way
If anyone asks me, I'll deny it but
I really think I actually like you
This feeling had never lasted this long
Except for one time
But that's for another time
I love this feeling because it gets my blood pumping
But I hate it too because things never end well
In fact- scratch everything I just said
I'm not ready to open up yet
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Don't look at me
I'm not pretty
I won't blow your mind
Don't get to know me either
You'll just get disappointed
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC