Keanna Barry
Bio
Give me a chance to help you with my own words?
My writing is intended to be read by you and the lessons being learned from what i am saying is all i pray and hope for to help improve quality of life for you, me, and like everyone else too!
Stories (106/0)
Dear Lost Mom
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but I’m lost here. I am living in, amongst, and about the world of many hard times. The world you brought me into but the same world I had screamed bloody murder from the zones of regular sadness affecting and overshadowing my ability on living a life that would be fully safe, all fun & enjoyable, and one that is respected by all I am unsure of how to go about conquering the defeat in life that is the right thing to do with survival and happiness and life’s prime example of being a price for the whole world to become more stable and well.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Confessions
The Secrets of a Massive Introvert
There once lived a girl. She came from a land of horror that brought great sadness. This land was her only home and it brought true fear to her will of surviving it through. The magic that the evil people held and the spells they would cast were so full of wickedness that she did not know how to breathe. The prayers of these people were contained with hate. The thoughts of them were so horrid and incompetent that then the use of psychic capabilities then turned into something unsatisfactory. It feels almost as if it was truly impossible to get it out when there is just way too much pain to deal with.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Confessions
An Angel in Her Calling... pt.2
Ziyah we need you! I need you! It’s scary that there is so many nonbelievers in our shared home called life. We need you! Please show your angelic true self to us already. I’ve been waiting especially. To find the worlds one true guardian. It’s a masterpiece of an idea. Yet for some reason our guardian is in hiding. She won’t let us know why but I’m always assuming the worst. Could it be the possibility of her being afraid and living in her insecurities still? Or maybe she has fears of how it’s the lack of faith we as people show off towards the world and all the great things it has to offer us and that most will not take her seriously for her attempts of trying to prove the world different? Maybe she’s just scared to face the world as an angel when most of her teachings are targeted to the “demons” of this place. I may not be being precise in my assumptions but I just pray for strength and wellness in Ziyah’s life. She really needs the passage of living at ease. Or maybe living at complete ease. Since in situations like this people like her truly deserve the peace we are all on the hunt for.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Fiction
Owls Are Sad Too pt. 2
Owen the Owl is still seeming to dismiss the matter that he’s a sad boy. That’s a feeling of defeat and loss. Now by living in a general centre the mask of knowledge with how other suffering somebody’s come to facts with being this hopeless and then on with the situational cause of affect that there is nothing being simply there that can be getting fit in well with whatever there is to be to understood on how to discover something better or even how to discover something meaningful in a world so cold that is caught in with the worst of a badgering concept of what we the owls do by hating ourselves and what get done by hating others.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Petlife
My Love for 5 Seconds of Summer
5SOS? Did you mean my favourite-perfect-dream band? If so, you’d be more than correct! This band is my life. When I say “my life” I’m talking about by being my main obsession in an existential crisis of an existence that really drowns out positive outlets and although all of that sounds childish, sullen, and questionable yet I’m still for certain I can still get away with loving them because they are them and they are emo and my heart just overjoys in gladness at the bare thought of thinking of the ists of sad boys that need whatever my sort of woman is deemed to be.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Beat
Video Game Paradise
I died last night and woke up into what I believe is to be called a video game paradise. This paradise is a gamer’s heaven and I for one am amused to be here. I discretely remember falling asleep in my lovers arms and ended up dreaming so vividly that it shook my sensations and awoke my awareness and I consciously made note that I’m now living in a video game.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Fiction
I Want To Be Somebody Else… pt.2
I am still wishing to be somebody else. A somebody that will stand tall and correct the wrongs of the universe. A somebody that will do what is right for our home on earth and not to face defeat by not trying to mend the issues forcing us into daily complications of confusion, distractions, and loneliness of if whether or not the world is meant to carry on. Surely the world itself is not bad but it would certainly be the messes we create, maintain, and never try to scrabble out of with in the means of understanding if these habits are toxic or safe.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Humans
Stop Killing Animals
To rant perfectly on the topic: When people especially the government (I say the government because they are the ones who are in charge of the world by country and they promote and should be protecting the rights of equality and such as by being the only ones who can ever bypass or make new laws to protect our lives and our rights and also for the lives and rights of those that cannot defend themselves. Animals.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Petlife
Time To Escape The Ocean
Listening to the music playing from the crashing of the waves sounds so pleasant as the vibrations are soothing to feel by lying by the shore. But I don’t deserve pleasure. At least not anymore. Not for anything I’ve ever done. Plus by staying here in this gang of ‘unapproachable creatures’ I’m only destined for more condemnations.
By Keanna Barry 2 years ago in Fiction