Amber SunrisesI’m not entirely sure yet. You know, why bad things happen all the time. I’m kind of just here trying to figure all of this out myself. Why suns rise and set, why life comes into this world, and why it always has to end. I sat outside. That darkish blue color was in the sky again. It’s always in the sky. It’s like it never really goes away. And I guess it doesn’t because apparently the blue in the sky is just a reflection of the ocean. I woke up at 6:30am today. And I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I went outside. It was cold outside. The refreshing kind though. It was like a bitter sweet kind of wind and it tussled with the knots in my hair for a little while until they both calmed down and went in their respected directions. There was nobody else outside and it was quiet. I almost fell back asleep until I saw the sun starting to rise. So I climbed up onto the roof to get a better look at this amber fire. I almost fell off but I didn’t (IAmber Sunrises9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
BlindBehold, a misfit.Blind1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Look at him, with that walking stick.
Let's kick him in the shin,
Steal that cane.
I made him fall,
He broke his hip.
He was elderly.
I should feel ashamed...
Lo sientoSoy LesbianaLo siento9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Prefiero ser odiada por ser yo misma a ser amada por algo que no soy.
No me enamoro del sexo de la persona
sino de su interior.
A diferencia de lo que piensan los demás,no me la paso teniendo sexo todo el tiempo, o masturbándome todo el día ,solo me enamoro y ya.
No soy como cualquier otra chica que busca y/o quiere un *Principe azul*
Yo quiero una princesa :3
No soy capaz de elegir de quien me enamoro,si fuera por mi
elegiría enamorarme de algún chico para complacer a mi mama, o a mi papa, o a mis hermanos
o a mi familia , e incluso a la sociedad. ( )
Pero aun así no puedo detener esto .
Así soy y así seré.
Esto es lo que soy.
Soy lesbiana y estoy orgullosa de ello.
El serlo no me hace menos mujer de lo que soy.
Dear DominiqueDear Dominique14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
... the answer my friend, keeps blowin' in the wind/the answer keeps blowin' in the wind
So many things to say, where to start. Being a sophomore is no picnic, to be sure, but it certainly beats being a freshman! Volleyball's not going so well. Frankly, we suck this year. But I have made some new friends on the team. Monique and Jillian and I study our Algebra together after school, usually at Jillian's house. Her mom is soooo nice! She always has cookies and milk ready for our study. I miss your mom, Dominique. She was truly a special and gifted woman. I know you miss her too. Got a new boyfriend - Charles Mills, remember him? Skinny with braces last year but boy has he filled out! Braces gone too. He's a starter on the basketball team. He treats me like a princess (sigh). At least for today! (lol) I'm really enjoying driving. Got my license last
SeeI can be on the edge of darknessSee19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My limbs to tired to lift
My head just so sick of my own voice
My body just so over its own company
I look at my hands
Nowhere near as nice as they once were
My mind slips into its own world of things I have to get done
I'm so over myself but I have to remember there is something there still that you see
EmptyOnce again, the sky remains out of my reach,Empty37 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
The heavens above start to diminish.
The color around me starts to fade,
The wind howls angrily.
Once again I see myself falling through this abyss,
Wondering when I'll finally hit the end.
Rock bottom is... a harsh mistress...
She tempts me with her presence.
Promising sweet bliss once I reach her arms.
But as I near her embrace,
She continues to play hard to get.
My back is to her, so I cannot see her...
All I know is that I'll continue falling...
And with futility I still reach out,
Hoping that someone will grant me one final chance at redemption...
But I smile.. as a tear runs down my soulless skin..
What hope do I have?
Who would save a failure..?
And why would they save me...
...if they can watch me bleed and watch me slowly ebb away...?
Why would they grant me solace...
...when they can just sit there...
...and watch me fall...?
DecayI feel dead,Decay45 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Inside and out.
My skin becomes ashen,
Bones become brittle as they crumble.
My skin starts to tighten.
I start to breathe in small shallow gasps,
As the walls start to close around me.
I start to tremble,
My eyes begin to drain of color,
Until they become dull and monotone.
My skin starts to evaporate,
I choke on air as I lose my skin.
My eyes roll back until my eyes become that of a zombie...
Emotionless and soulless...
And in this seat I have become brittle,
A decaying skeleton,
Just a simple white and broken endoskeleton...
Inside and out..
PulsationBubbling lava pours from a volcano.Pulsation54 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
It spills down the satin mountain.
Smoke caressing the air.
It slows as it reaches the bottom of the slope,
Spilling into the liquid seafoam.
The mountain begins to rumble,
And as the sky becomes nothing but dull ebony...
The crimson lava spews upwards!
It pierces the sky!
A hole forms through the clouds,
And the sky trembles in searing pain!
The sky bleeds magma...
And all the while the land continues to throb.
But this event isn't for land..
It's the feeling of my heart,
Erupting like a volcano whenever we talk.
So now you know how I feel.
Every time we talk,
My heart erupts..
Glass Heart*Warning: blood is mentioned and sensitive material is used but never directly said*Glass Heart6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes i'll look around and see people carrying glass hearts.
I'm carrying my own glass heart and trying to keep it in one piece, but glass is fragile and sometimes i fall, then my glass heart gets cracked. Sometimes people lose a piece of their glass heart and i'll ive them some of my own to try and mend the pain.
It makes me frown when i see people holding a pathetic pile of glass in their hands, shattered and pricking their skin. Like all the hope crushed their dreams, they look down at it with a sad knowing look. I'm sure carrying the pain around doesn't make it any better.
Then there are some who treat it with respect , like the fragile fragment it is. But something will happen. Someone runs them over like a steamroller and flattens their hope without taking notice. Then out of anger they throw their heart at the wall and watch as it breaks into tiny tiny pieces that can never be put back toget
GREETINGS TO THE NATURAL WORLD!GREETINGS TO THE NATURAL WORLD!GREETINGS TO THE NATURAL WORLD!17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Today we have gathered and we see that the cycles of life continue. We have been given the duty to live in balance and harmony with each other and all living things. So now, we bring our minds together as one as we give greetings and thanks to each other as People.
Now our minds are one.
The Earth Mother
We are all thankful to our Mother, the Earth, for she gives us all that we need for life. She supports our feet as we walk about upon her. It gives us joy that she continues to care for us as she has from the beginning of time. To our Mother, we send greetings and thanks.
Now our minds are one.
We give thanks to all the Waters of the world for quenching our thirst and providing us with strength. Water is life. We know its power in many forms - waterfalls and rain, mists and streams, rivers and oceans. With one mind, we send greetings and thanks to the spirit of water.
Now our minds are one.
We turn our minds to all the Fish
RecompiledAs I grow I learn many things,Recompiled57 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Meet many people,
Build upon friendships,
Eventually forming bonds.
But what becomes of us in this dream called life?
Friendships can become meaningless.
Bonds turned into smoldering ash!
Don't you see?
All of this "life" we're given..
Nothing but data and calculations.
What if? Why? How? When? Where...?
All questions answered in our little solace,
And what happens when we dream?
Little stories of what if and what's to come,
All recompiled here,
In our cyberspace.
And as we confront these machinations of our lust for knowledge,
We ask ourselves...
Is this real?
Is this a dream?
But who's to honestly say?
So all we can do is store all of our thoughts together,
Dormant or not.
And where are our thoughts as we clash swords with our "friends?"
Bickering and fighting,
Nothing less of a battle to the death in an arena.
But I ask again...
Where are our thoughts when we need them most?
I would say the answer is clear...
All of our thoughts and mem
Nightwish - Islander LyricsAn old man by a seashore at the end of dayNightwish - Islander Lyrics18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face
Tempest tossed island, seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name
Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon light at the end of world
Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar
This is for long forgotten light at the end of the world
Horizon crying the tears he left behind long ago
The albatross is flying, making him daydream
The time before he became one of the world's unseen
Princess in the tower, children in the fields
Life gave him it all an island of the universe
Oh, now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water, seabed far below
Grass still in his feet and a smile beneath his brow
This is for long forgotten light at the end of the world
Horizon crying the tears we left behind long ago
So long ago, so long ago
ExistenceI exist only for you.Existence1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Who is "you?"
Not you, or you.
Only I know.
I also only exist for them,
The tablespoon of friends I have left.
I'd get more friends..
My container is empty..
Devoid of sugar, one might say.
I guess I'll have to add extra leche to my existence café...
ReflectionMirror mirror,Reflection1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Tell me that which I desire.
Sadly it's impossible...
I want too much..
I feel the images shatter..
I feel my heart and soul cracking..
And every day a new crack emerges.
I'm falling to pieces..
RushSometimes you want to end it all.Rush1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Pull the trigger,
Feel that rush of adrenaline...
But then what?
How do you stop yourself when you lust for it?
Stand on the edge of death,
But in it I find warmth..
A quick smile..
I am the Joker, for one brief moment.
Now I'm dead.
SelfishWhat is it like to be selfless?Selfish50 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish I knew the feeling.
Alas, it is not meant to be.
For you see,
I am very selfish in a way.
I try my best to help everyone else,
But in doing so I do what I want to do.
So, what does this make me?
Does it make me selflessly-selfish?
Or rather, does it make me selfishly-selfless?
Who knows for sure?
Ask yourself this question too,
Mayhaps you'll uncover a trove of inside information of yourself.
From within the darkness...It had been years since he had set pen to paper. Years since he had truly tried to express himself. At this point the pen felt more like the chef's knife; a thing he once knew and loved but...never made anything of.From within the darkness...1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
It felt wrong.
The notebook was college-ruled, five subjects and the cover was blue, like his obviously stolen fountain pen. He could remember a preference for wide-ruled notebooks. The pages filled easier. They created a larger sense of progress. But he could also remember specifically picking this notebook, there was a reason for that. Whether he believed it appropriate or not was immaterial now. This was what he had and it was more than workable.
He flips through the pages absently, scanning to see if he had started writing in the other divisions of the notebook. In his prime he had done that many times, putting shards of stories and possible bits and pieces of vivid imagery to paper; a home if he should ever need to call upon the word pictures later. But the othe
Blog 1 - ColaToday I went into town to buy a clickable pencil because I broke my previous one the night before because I fell asleep with it in my pocket. I took 7 Euros with me into town to get my new pencil… Even though I was saving that for the Bleach manga I wanted to buy. The mechanical pencil cost me 6 Euros and I spent the remaining euro on a cheap branded cola because I was fifty cents short from a Pepsi bottle. I walked home after buying the cola with my earphones in my ears, I’ve recently got into a band called Dangerkids they’re like Linking Park but with a bit more aggression. I’m always paranoid while listen to my music because of the people around me are mostly dick heads that are going to have no significants to anybody’s life but it annoys me that I have to walk past these foul creatures everyday… If only I had a working Death Note I would be able to rid this world of us less people like them… But that’s just a dream.Blog 1 - Cola4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I returned home a
Damn it all!!Damn it all! DAMN YOU ALL!! ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE CAUSED ME THE PAIN I SUFFER FROM!! .... But... that means... I just damned myself... No! It can't be so... I... I'm lost... and it is so! I did just damn myself! I hurt so much! I need something... I must have it else I'm going to be a mess. But, I feel as though it's too late as is... I am a mess.... These thoughts through my head, they are mine, yet I don't want them to be.Damn it all!!3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I get it! You want to help me... But do I really want it myself? Dammit!! I hate this conflict in my head! I hate how I can, and HAVE reacted to stuff! Like that once I burst into tears, or that other time, I made a horrible mistake that scared me for life? How about all the REST of my mistakes, eh?! I'm such a mess! It's like I don't want to spill my guts out all over the floor. And that's what it feels like at times when I share my pain....
I can't keep going like this... People that care... will either turn away or get far to worn out from my problems.... I've se
just a rantSometimes I just want to kill myself.just a rant4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It would be so much easier than pretending to be okay.
Anyways no one would care if a selfish hypocrite such as the likes of me died,
Specially my homophobic friends.
I know I'm a bad person mom, you don't need to remind me
Nor el you need to remind me that I'm a fat ugly hag, or that I'm dumb, you've said it enough times.
Honey I'm gonna be polite and tell the truth, I'm ugly and I'm stupid don't you even mention selfish. Look at me, no wait don't i don't want to traumatize you, I'm hogging all your time
Funeral de amorFuneral de amorFuneral de amor6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
La invitación de la boda de su amado con aquella mujer fue la fecha en la cual ella misma preparó su funeral. Decidió comprar un hermoso vestido de novia. Fue a una florería y allí compro rosas rojas y blancas. En algún lugar oscuro pudo obtener aquel veneno que pondría un fin a sus penas y a su vida. Mientras la triste dama caminaba, observaba el cielo y pensaba que quizás su amado ya había aceptado estar con aquella mujer hasta la muerte frente al templo de su dios. Después de contemplar el cielo por última vez, se dirigió hacia su hogar; al entrar, subió las escaleras lentamente y entró a su habitación. Decoró su cama de sábanas color vino con los pétalos de las rosas que había comprado. Luego fue a asear su pálido y obeso cuerpo. El agua estaba fría y ella apreciaba cada gota que sentía. Al salir, secó todo su cuerpo, peinó bien