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)
Love Stronger Than A Lover
Mom, Thank you for raising me as your own. I know it must've been a hard one to deal with as my personality is not from your own and with an adoptive child comes barriers, baggage and a little human not certain on their life. You did a wonderful job as a single parent. I apologize for being a nuisance most of the time but I know that you still love me. You are such a special precious blessing to me. I know I don't appreciate you enough but I need for your sad yet beautiful heart to know just how much I love you and by how much you really mean to me. My heart aches at your insecurities but I need for you to see and believe in yourself for who you truly are. Who you are is my mother. The one woman who I will always look up to even though I've been taller than you since the fourth grade. The one woman who knows how to nurture and embrace my talents. The one who knows how to counsel me when times get tough. The one who loves me hard and has been here for me for a great portion of my life.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Families
Emo Guilty Pleasures
Teen angst is defined as: “the feeling of the “ugh-I'm-so-misunderstood-what-is-life?” part of adolescence. While this coming of age emotional turmoil may seem like a drag at times, don't worry. There is a purpose and cure. By definition, angst is a feeling of anxiety about your life or situation.” and although I’m just recently out of my teens I can still relate to the idea of being misunderstood and not finding life as an easy way to deal with whatever it’s thrown at me and also by how I’ve been able to cope and/or handle all of it.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Beat
The Imaginary Boyfriend
The whole concept of my “imaginary boyfriend.” is that there is this deep perception of what love means to me. How lovers perform what they decide to call as enjoying life together or by how they proceed to celebrate sharing their time together in a positive advancement of existing. Whether that be for themselves still and then on how they keep it up just to be there for their partners well sake. This “imaginary boyfriend” concept as something that I have created in this attempt to have one to be mine and only mine. Imagine the look on your lover’s face when you whisper your most promising secret to them. That they were built and placed on earth just for you. An expression of true satisfaction as I’d assume. I rarely assume things yet as an example of what it’s like to create perfection and have someone be glad to be yours and never feel guilty to keep you I hint towards the guy I’ve yet to meet but know I want to cherish for a lifetime and for much more of all of it.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Humans
#BellLetsTalk pt. 2
Let’s talk about why we even need to talk. Why we need to talk but even more why we need to be listened to. Or about why we stay quiet although our actions may be cries for help. That our fears may overrule our tries at seeking help. That there are those out there suffering yet seem to enjoy making others suffer just as much or even worse. That being alone and being on your own get confused to the point where loneliness becomes great. That being not okay is not okay no matter how privileged one seems to be or how privileged ones are blessed to be. Being not ok is still not ok or ever meant to be an acceptable matter. That every life is important and we need to remember and embrace individuality so we may be able to find more to relate to on our story.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Psyche
To Ease Our Soul
You by Petit Biscuit, is an instrumental song that brings me to a better understanding of how music can influence my mood throughout my darkest of times and had used to belong to a “brings me peace” playlist I had created on Spotify. It truly brings me at peace with not just myself but for my situation. Even if for a second it’s still a second that I hadn’t felt something dangerous.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Beat
My Realistic “Dream Date”
I lay here wondering if I’m trapped in the idea and the need for my fantasies to be brought to life and if maybe what I need to be fulfilled is too much for anybody to actually satisfy me with. I mean most things I want done to me is normal but a bit different when it comes down to how I will reflect on it later on. I need a man that isn’t scared to dominate me in aggressive ways because as much as he needs to do that to me I want for him to truly understand why I’d appreciate any and all of it. Some people want to be abused and I am one of them. But only if i were to love him before and after all of it. That’s the trick. My heart is so closed off that I’m not sure if I’ll ever love anybody enough to be my aggressive protector. In ways I’m afraid I’m too stuck in my side of things where I can’t handle not being attracted to the man loving me. Looks aren’t exactly everything but he can still wear a mask over the face I love the most.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Filthy
The Date That Made Me Perfect
I’m a bit of a loner. Or maybe the loneliest loser there could be. Those two aspects are what I am and behind it resembles a bitter end of believing I’ll never find love. I’ve tried everything. Dating apps, chat lines, bars and suggestions from friends. Nothing seems to work for me. I’m not sure if I’m not made for love or if maybe I’m just not meant to be saved. Which ever it is I’ve made a name for myself by being the bitch no one wants. It’s troubling because in my entire life I’ve never felt sexually satisfied or emotionally involved so I can never tell if maybe it’s the blame on my end or if what I’m looking for is too spontaneous of a happening and that’s why I haven’t been pleased with my past relationships.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Filthy
The Saviour Needs a Saviour
I never expected to grow up and regret the beautiful life that was given to me. But here I am; sad and guilty. Sad and guilty due to impressionable qualities that sink into my skin faster than my fears of overruling my decisions to continue on with existing in a sadder than sad type of manor. I may or may not be upset over many other things in one way or another. Had such a heavy heart and empty mind. Miserable if I could call it anything. Doubtful that I had any joys to make me feel okay! And... it’s not even close to being okay. The pain of not being able to explain myself on time or saying the proper things first is a burden of mine and I don’t wish to get to know anybody in ways where they would care about me or my life. I just want to keep hiding. But now I’m an independent adult that’s scared of trying the normal adult habits because she had no childhood practice for normal things that kids in the same line of standing could complete but she couldn’t.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Psyche
A Prayer for My Best Friend
Nameless One, I don’t know where you are or who you are but if it’s okay… I’d like to write you this story. My best friend of life of whom I may be unaware of who you truly are I want to make a face and blame a sister I lost by being too afraid to make contact. I’m only scared because life’s problems gets in my way of being at ease. It rushes through me with an ulterior motive of letting me down and although I’m strong to withstand social anxiety with my dependence on staying safe I’m clueless to the matters of where to go or when to go.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Humans