Alone and in a home who knows what its like to be that alone. Without parents itb almost sounds nice
Megan
With no time to think, the word flashed across my mind’s eye – orphans. It was tragic and sad and strangely familiar… like something I was but wasn’t. There was no time to think, only act. Only act now. Somebody do something. Stop the crying and do something. There is a place for all of us.
I spent most of my younger days in this orphanage. I wasn’t an orphan or anything but I just really liked working with them. The more I was around them the more I realized that there wasn’t anything wrong with them…Something was just misplaced, you know. Something just wasn’t where it was supposed to be. And that’s when I realized that it was love.
Crystal
orphans was the word from yesterday so now I find my mind a bit frustrated but undaunted. For whatever reason, I thought the word would change daily. Orphan thoughts followed by orphaned dreams followed by orphan melodies. I have no thoughts on orphans today, they have all been left behind.
Deveaux
Lost souls searching for love, abandoned, good enough isn’t embraced, needed, unwanted, strength beyond your imagination, innocence squeezed into oblivion. How did it transpire? Where are you now? Nothing but love to offer you. Don’t let the world beat you to a pulp, you’re beautiful.
Santi
Why be an orphan?
We are all orphans!
Johny
me gustaria que todas las familias en el mundo tuvieran dos hijos propios y uno adoptado, hay personas que en lugar de practicar el aborto le dieran la oportunidad a esos seres hermosos de nacer y que ellos consiguieran una familia que los hciera felices
Adrii
I don’t like to think about what would happen if I hadn’t gotten on that train. I know it seems crazy and selfish. Like all those poor people definitely didn’t *deserve* what happened to them. But I mean I had to be at that meeting at 12pm. What was I supposed to do? Try to help them? This was the biggest day of my life.
Beka
The feelings take over my mind. Empathy abounds. Why do those that can give a life, only go so far as to create it. We all have the capacity for infinite love. Those that are abandoned lose their rightful model.
When I see the word orphans I think of homeless children. I also think that the parents of that child should have not got pregnant if they did not want to keep that child. people need to think of things before they ruin children lives.
Alecia Pichette
I don’t really know what to say about orphans except that it reminds me of my two cousins which were adopted from Ukraine when they were a few months old. They weren’t orphans, but for some reason, that’s what orphans reminds me of. Wren and Thomas are pretty cool.
Kelsey Klein
I’ve never met one. I’ve seen a movie where an orphan was really this 40 year old serial killer. It was pretty interesting. Not to mention the fact that they are crazy.
Garrett Bergemann
Annie was an orphan who believed that she was special by believing she still had her parents yet they had actually died in a fire when she was just a baby. It worked out for her though, she ended up living with Mr. Warbucks
Avital Maltinski
I see them in the street, dirty, worn out, clothes that should have been replaced a year ago. Their dirty faces peeking out behind the bombed out ruins, smoking, dusty, reeking.
Their parents killed, shot by the Germans during the pogram to cleanse the world of Jewish filth. They welcome the funny men with steel hats that speak in words they don’t understand. But these men have food, blankets and love.
Little orphan annie had a hard knock life, as most orphans do. Unfortunately, not every orphan is rescued from an orphanage by some rich old man, and most certainly, not every orphan’s story ends in a musical number. Too bad they couldn’t do a more true to life depiction of the film.
Jenn
let’s just sneak out. they won’t know that we are gone until morning. i can’t stand it here. it smells like old people and they don’t have anything good to eat. i miss mommy. i do too. so are you with me?
“We’re orphans, Ryck. No one cares if we eat tonight or not,”
He looked back at me, eyes dark and cheeks sunken in. “Well I care,” he said, a frown drawing his brows together.
No one IMPORTANT cares,” I amended, turning my eyes away just in time to avoid his wounded expression.
The children’s home stood empty and abandoned on the corner. No one dared buy it. The was run down and rotting away. Cold empty beds sat inside.
Robyn
I want to imagine myself in a world where there’s someone giving you tea when you’re sick or tucking you into bed at night, whispering in your ear to sleep tight. But that isn’t this world.
So many orphans, she thought as she stood outside the cafeteria door. I wish I could take them all home with me. Then she spotted a little brown-haired girl standing in the line reaching for an apple. Something about her seemed familiar: the shape of her face, the color of her eyes. Could this be her friend’s baby grown into a young girl?
What an experience it is to be an orphan. I wouldn’t know personally; and for that I’d initially think to be thankful. But I’m not so sure – perhaps being void of parents could allow you to fend for yourself more effectively, discover new methods of survival; ‘think outside the box’ as it were.
Sam Broberg
The world have a little more poorer as we watch in horror at the decimation of our fellow black brothers and sisters in the African Continent. The result is a world of orphans unable to see or call for their parents and love ones.
the children without parents , I feel sad, they have problems in their life,
sara
ant one egg hand is three six some
sara
There are so many tragedies across the world that leave young orphans to fend for themselves. Being orphaned is catastrophic. It is bad enough losing parents as an adult.
It is sad to know that there can be orphans. On the other hand, we are to oursleves and each of us an orphan. I think in a different way, it is heartening to know and learn all by your self but thats how life teaches and its the best! Dont sympathasize but rejoice!
hk06
Erano tutti orfani di qualcosa, lì. Di madre, di memorie, di identità, di sentimenti. Eppure quella singolare mancanza in ognuno di loro non era impedimento, nè ostacolo: era linfa vitale, denominatore comune di quell’accozzaglia sgangherata di anime. L’assenza tramutata in occasione.
Orphans are childrens without parents. Its very terrible for a child to be orphan. Sometime the parents die, but sometime the child might lost just one of his parents.
So
Quirantes
Who are you? What has happened with your life? No. You need not know your past to create your future. Start from now.
Danielle
Children without families. People in need of building strong relationships with others but without the same opportunities to do so as people with families. Loneliness. Longing. Freedom
Nina
They find themselves alone in a cruel world. With no one but themselves to help them. they have the best of themselves brought out through the cruelty of life that most of us never endure.
Unsung
Curled lips and cruel, glinting eyes. “Get away from him; you’ll get dirty,” the woman snapped. She jerked her well-dressed daughter by the arm. Then, in an undertone, added with distain, “Orphans.”
The ones in grey shabby clothes in cartoons. They were the really tragic ones – what would it feel like not to have a mom and dad?! It’s horrifying really. I mean, the dogs on the TV screen sure thought so. Grey clothes, grey faces.
Lonely little girl with braids staring out a window, whispering to the ghosts she can see congregating outside beneath the street light. Sweet dreams, she says, sweet dreams. One ghost smiles, tips his empty hat, an slink back into the darkness. The little girl turns around to say her evening prayers with the rest of the group to see Madam Olencyk staring in utter disapproval. As usual. She climbs down from the window seat and walks over on chilly bare feet.
BeKe
There are tons of them, thousands of them. Lonely. Unloved. Feeling worthless. They fill the buildings to the top and try to bear it all. They cannot help but get their hopes up every time a possible parent walks through the doors. And they cannot help but have their hopes be shattered nearly as many times as that.
Caitlin
The phone rang. He knew it would be the old man.
“Do you have any children?” he was asked.
“No…”
“Good, cos I don’t want to be making them orphans… which is what would be happening if you don’t convince me that you have a way out of this mess!”
Killen presumed from the silence that followed that it was safe to speak.
“All bets will be refunded. We’re back to square one. They will rerun the race in a couple of weeks, and we just do it all over again!”
“The hell you will! I can’t have my funds tied up in this thing that long. Get me my money back, we’re done!”
tonykeyesjapan
There’s a special place in my heart for them. I was an orphan once; I know what it’s like to wonder where you belong, and where you came from, and why you’re not like the other kids because everyone else seems to have something you don’t. Then I met someone who changed all that. Sure, my parents were still not around, but I had a family. I had a place to belong.
Children without parents. Different stories, different views. You couldn’t help wondering, why did they leave their kids there in the orphanage. Is it for the better, or for worse.
Maybe some parents left their kids there in order for them to have a good future. Different kinds of parents have different excuse on why they leave their kids.
This is absurd. Why would they even have children if they couldn’t take care of them? Seriously?
there’s orphans
and widows
and spinsters
and widowers
and spiders
and spiders that eat their husbands.
there’s matricide,
patricide,
infanticide.
there’s not a name for parents who have lost their children
there’s no name.
Alone and in a home who knows what its like to be that alone. Without parents itb almost sounds nice
With no time to think, the word flashed across my mind’s eye – orphans. It was tragic and sad and strangely familiar… like something I was but wasn’t. There was no time to think, only act. Only act now. Somebody do something. Stop the crying and do something. There is a place for all of us.
I spent most of my younger days in this orphanage. I wasn’t an orphan or anything but I just really liked working with them. The more I was around them the more I realized that there wasn’t anything wrong with them…Something was just misplaced, you know. Something just wasn’t where it was supposed to be. And that’s when I realized that it was love.
orphans was the word from yesterday so now I find my mind a bit frustrated but undaunted. For whatever reason, I thought the word would change daily. Orphan thoughts followed by orphaned dreams followed by orphan melodies. I have no thoughts on orphans today, they have all been left behind.
Lost souls searching for love, abandoned, good enough isn’t embraced, needed, unwanted, strength beyond your imagination, innocence squeezed into oblivion. How did it transpire? Where are you now? Nothing but love to offer you. Don’t let the world beat you to a pulp, you’re beautiful.
Why be an orphan?
We are all orphans!
me gustaria que todas las familias en el mundo tuvieran dos hijos propios y uno adoptado, hay personas que en lugar de practicar el aborto le dieran la oportunidad a esos seres hermosos de nacer y que ellos consiguieran una familia que los hciera felices
I don’t like to think about what would happen if I hadn’t gotten on that train. I know it seems crazy and selfish. Like all those poor people definitely didn’t *deserve* what happened to them. But I mean I had to be at that meeting at 12pm. What was I supposed to do? Try to help them? This was the biggest day of my life.
The feelings take over my mind. Empathy abounds. Why do those that can give a life, only go so far as to create it. We all have the capacity for infinite love. Those that are abandoned lose their rightful model.
When I see the word orphans I think of homeless children. I also think that the parents of that child should have not got pregnant if they did not want to keep that child. people need to think of things before they ruin children lives.
I don’t really know what to say about orphans except that it reminds me of my two cousins which were adopted from Ukraine when they were a few months old. They weren’t orphans, but for some reason, that’s what orphans reminds me of. Wren and Thomas are pretty cool.
I’ve never met one. I’ve seen a movie where an orphan was really this 40 year old serial killer. It was pretty interesting. Not to mention the fact that they are crazy.
Annie was an orphan who believed that she was special by believing she still had her parents yet they had actually died in a fire when she was just a baby. It worked out for her though, she ended up living with Mr. Warbucks
I see them in the street, dirty, worn out, clothes that should have been replaced a year ago. Their dirty faces peeking out behind the bombed out ruins, smoking, dusty, reeking.
Their parents killed, shot by the Germans during the pogram to cleanse the world of Jewish filth. They welcome the funny men with steel hats that speak in words they don’t understand. But these men have food, blankets and love.
Little orphan annie had a hard knock life, as most orphans do. Unfortunately, not every orphan is rescued from an orphanage by some rich old man, and most certainly, not every orphan’s story ends in a musical number. Too bad they couldn’t do a more true to life depiction of the film.
let’s just sneak out. they won’t know that we are gone until morning. i can’t stand it here. it smells like old people and they don’t have anything good to eat. i miss mommy. i do too. so are you with me?
A child whose parents are dead
“We’re orphans, Ryck. No one cares if we eat tonight or not,”
He looked back at me, eyes dark and cheeks sunken in. “Well I care,” he said, a frown drawing his brows together.
No one IMPORTANT cares,” I amended, turning my eyes away just in time to avoid his wounded expression.
The children’s home stood empty and abandoned on the corner. No one dared buy it. The was run down and rotting away. Cold empty beds sat inside.
I want to imagine myself in a world where there’s someone giving you tea when you’re sick or tucking you into bed at night, whispering in your ear to sleep tight. But that isn’t this world.
So many orphans, she thought as she stood outside the cafeteria door. I wish I could take them all home with me. Then she spotted a little brown-haired girl standing in the line reaching for an apple. Something about her seemed familiar: the shape of her face, the color of her eyes. Could this be her friend’s baby grown into a young girl?
What an experience it is to be an orphan. I wouldn’t know personally; and for that I’d initially think to be thankful. But I’m not so sure – perhaps being void of parents could allow you to fend for yourself more effectively, discover new methods of survival; ‘think outside the box’ as it were.
The world have a little more poorer as we watch in horror at the decimation of our fellow black brothers and sisters in the African Continent. The result is a world of orphans unable to see or call for their parents and love ones.
the children without parents , I feel sad, they have problems in their life,
ant one egg hand is three six some
There are so many tragedies across the world that leave young orphans to fend for themselves. Being orphaned is catastrophic. It is bad enough losing parents as an adult.
It is sad to know that there can be orphans. On the other hand, we are to oursleves and each of us an orphan. I think in a different way, it is heartening to know and learn all by your self but thats how life teaches and its the best! Dont sympathasize but rejoice!
Erano tutti orfani di qualcosa, lì. Di madre, di memorie, di identità, di sentimenti. Eppure quella singolare mancanza in ognuno di loro non era impedimento, nè ostacolo: era linfa vitale, denominatore comune di quell’accozzaglia sgangherata di anime. L’assenza tramutata in occasione.
Orphans are childrens without parents. Its very terrible for a child to be orphan. Sometime the parents die, but sometime the child might lost just one of his parents.
So
Who are you? What has happened with your life? No. You need not know your past to create your future. Start from now.
Children without families. People in need of building strong relationships with others but without the same opportunities to do so as people with families. Loneliness. Longing. Freedom
They find themselves alone in a cruel world. With no one but themselves to help them. they have the best of themselves brought out through the cruelty of life that most of us never endure.
Curled lips and cruel, glinting eyes. “Get away from him; you’ll get dirty,” the woman snapped. She jerked her well-dressed daughter by the arm. Then, in an undertone, added with distain, “Orphans.”
The ones in grey shabby clothes in cartoons. They were the really tragic ones – what would it feel like not to have a mom and dad?! It’s horrifying really. I mean, the dogs on the TV screen sure thought so. Grey clothes, grey faces.
Lonely little girl with braids staring out a window, whispering to the ghosts she can see congregating outside beneath the street light. Sweet dreams, she says, sweet dreams. One ghost smiles, tips his empty hat, an slink back into the darkness. The little girl turns around to say her evening prayers with the rest of the group to see Madam Olencyk staring in utter disapproval. As usual. She climbs down from the window seat and walks over on chilly bare feet.
There are tons of them, thousands of them. Lonely. Unloved. Feeling worthless. They fill the buildings to the top and try to bear it all. They cannot help but get their hopes up every time a possible parent walks through the doors. And they cannot help but have their hopes be shattered nearly as many times as that.
The phone rang. He knew it would be the old man.
“Do you have any children?” he was asked.
“No…”
“Good, cos I don’t want to be making them orphans… which is what would be happening if you don’t convince me that you have a way out of this mess!”
Killen presumed from the silence that followed that it was safe to speak.
“All bets will be refunded. We’re back to square one. They will rerun the race in a couple of weeks, and we just do it all over again!”
“The hell you will! I can’t have my funds tied up in this thing that long. Get me my money back, we’re done!”
There’s a special place in my heart for them. I was an orphan once; I know what it’s like to wonder where you belong, and where you came from, and why you’re not like the other kids because everyone else seems to have something you don’t. Then I met someone who changed all that. Sure, my parents were still not around, but I had a family. I had a place to belong.
Children without parents. Different stories, different views. You couldn’t help wondering, why did they leave their kids there in the orphanage. Is it for the better, or for worse.
Maybe some parents left their kids there in order for them to have a good future. Different kinds of parents have different excuse on why they leave their kids.
This is absurd. Why would they even have children if they couldn’t take care of them? Seriously?
there’s orphans
and widows
and spinsters
and widowers
and spiders
and spiders that eat their husbands.
there’s matricide,
patricide,
infanticide.
there’s not a name for parents who have lost their children
there’s no name.