Biography of MaddiiAnne O'Leary
I am a 17 year old girl who loves the colour blue and just happens to write poetry to reduce anger, sadness and grief...
Most of my poetry is not about me, but about the people within my life...
I believe in Angels but not god...
I am currently in Year 12 studying for my higher school certificate...
And is currently starting to think of what to study in University in a few years.
Feel free to comment and vote on my poetry...
And feel free to give me advice on how to improve my poems... xxx
MaddiiAnne O'Leary's Works:
None Yet! ! !
MaddiiAnne O'Leary Poems
I am sorry if the people who read this are religious but this is just my point of view. Male and Female are two parts of a species. But both chose different weapons and brain functions in the beginning.
Elements Of The Soul.
Shadow is controlled by hell herself. Wood eventually betrays Spirit. Earth is the rock or Security system. Water is Spirit's carer.
Who is out there? All I can see is black. Why am I here? Who will ever know?
The Guilt Circle.
When there is Guilt, There is Pain. When there is Pain, There are Tears.
The quietest time in the night. The worst time to be awake. This time is 3am. At this time even wolves sleep.
If all regions of the world were equal in all tasks and topics, The world would be a better place. If there was no such thing as a slave, If there was no such as women slaves.
If someone you know dies, Just think of it as a pothole in the road, A pitstop in a race. 'Cause when someone dies their journey goes on.
If You Love Me!
Let Me Forget!
For once in my life, let me forget! Let me forget sadness and pain, Let me forget those days with you, Let me forget the relationship we had,
Heart And Mind
My heart says one thing, My mind says another. My heart says that I luv them both, But my mind says that I luv only one of them.
Who To Choose.
You! You have the key to lock my prison door. The prison I lock myself in. I lock myself up, so I don't hurt anyone.
I Miss You! ! !
No matter how much I say to myself I hate you, I still somehow miss you... You are my friend, my blood brother and the person who keeps me sane... I miss you with all my soul;
Don'T Push Me Away! ! !
This is for a Sister of mine... You may not realize what you are doing; But I do...
Me In A Nutshell! ! !
I have been told that I am beautiful, smart, tall and innocent; But that is what other people who don't know me well say. From those who know me and they can back me up, I am as innocent as a sharp knife, meaning I am not innocent at all.
My Theory Of Life.
People say life is a box of chocolates or a bowl of cherries.
This is false, so untrue, a lie at its best.
Life is sadness, unfair, unsafe.
Sadness gives us hope,
Unfairness give us happiness,
Being unsafe gives us reason.
So are sadness, unfairness and being unsafe really that horrible.
Sometimes hope, happiness and reason are far worse in the end.