sadness when my mind is unmappedsadness.sadness when my mind is unmapped2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
when my mind
continuos plans and goals
people and noise
a well designed team
but my mapped mind
is peace to me
DeviantArt the beneficiary
of a life long collaboration
of mind mappers
are you under it?
or, is it under you.
it is coming.
surrender your beliefs
open your mind
is the idea
ComfortsComfort can be obtained from small things, a sweater of a father perhaps.Comforts23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It can be taken from hugs, physical contact and warmth.
I found comfort in her ring. She let me borrow it, for a day or so, but that is where I found comfort when I couldn't get it from her directly. It reminded me of her, not just because it was hers but because of the traits it bore.
It was metal, rather strong. It didn't bend under light pressure like wire would or other rings I've had have done. On the inside, it appeared dark, but when I shifted the light it showed the true spectrum of colours it held. On the outside was depictions of skulls and cross bones, placed over a dulled steel band. It made the ring seem tough on the outside, and the stainless steel made it seem as if nothing could harm it.
That's how she is. Strong, dangerous, with a dark spirit. That was a bit of a rouse, I've seen her true colours, heard her voices, listened to her fears. Her ring reminded me of her, and it made me want to keep it
The Call of the SeaThe Call of the Sea21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolls and rolls and calls to me. Come in, it says, come in.”
When I tried to read Sharon Creech’s The Wanderer in sixth grade, those three lines seemed cheesy. A lame way to start a novel, even a children’s novel.
Boring rhyme scheme, if in fact it had one at all. Not enough imagery, not enough feeling. Like a nursery rhyme.
I still think that maybe it doesn’t quite capture the ocean, but I’ve been writing my whole life and I’ve discovered that it’s nearly impossible to take the crashing waves, the chaos and beauty and rawness of the ocean and write it all down onto a sheet of paper. No one can capture the call of the sea. No one can capture perfection.
I crave the peace and solitude I find at the ocean, crave to feel the cold embrace of the waves, to become a part of the foam. And maybe that’s why so many people want a sailor’s burial, or their ashes scattered on the beach
Shower thoughts. "And if I did like you that way, how would that make you feel?"Shower thoughts. 59 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
"That'd make me really happy."
His smile was as compressed as a mint.
Already finding out how he would exactly fuck me over.
I should had ran.
Last LifeThis is the first sign hereLast Life2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This the first sign again
Watch as it disappears
I know the last love
Last love will pull me in
This is the second sign here
This the second sign again
Why does it feel like hate
As if the last love
The last love slowly closing
This is the last life here
This is the last love again
Watch as I disappears
I don't know last love
The empty mind with those I left behind
What's a Soul? A soul is like another you, but better. Well, more than you. It's everything. Those messy buns, baggy sweatshirts, old blue jeans, and coffee at night. That sunset you love to watch, with God's painted clouds above. The days that you laugh and the nights that you cry yourself to sleep. It's your pets, likes, dislikes, beliefs. That imaginary dragon you ride to school, or that flicker of hope in your heart. The candles you light, the songs that speak to you, those old cartoons that had meaning, the games that you played as a kid, those memories caught on camera...What's a Soul?1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
No. It's much, much more than that.
It's a reason to live. A reason to hope. Your friends, family, everyone you love is a part of your soul. They complete it. The world teaches you that everyone has a soul mate, but I believe you can have more than one. People you love are the ones you fight for. Your sisters, brothers, your best friend, the
The RightI don’t have the right to cry, to feel sad, for she has it worse. A loss that is quickly approaching her family. She’s leaving…for good. It hurts my heart to think of it, but I don’t have the right. She ended our relationship…because she was leaving. Tears brimmed my eyes, my throat started to close, just from the thought that I wouldn’t see her again. She said she’d try to keep in touch…but she knows she most likely won’t. I don’t have the right to cry, for she has it worse. A cancer is stealing away her parent…that’s why she left. I wanted to comfort her, to be there for her…and I tried…though I wasn’t sure if it was working. Yet, that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want my comfort, she wanted to be home. I understood her reasoning, but still, it hurts. I would always wish to the stars that we’d stay together for as long as possible. I didn’t realize that it wouldThe Right5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
No.Vengo a preguntarme.No.6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
¿Se acordará de mí?
No sé si yo me recordaría.
No, creo que no.
Esto podría ser cualquier parte.
Podrías ser cualquiera.
Dije que sería la última. ¿Podré cumplir mi palabra?
Tal vez no.
Hola, ¿me recuerdas?
La respuesta siempre es no.
No, seguro que no.
Te echo de menos
como nunca me odió nadie.
He llorado, digo. Por echar de menos, porque el echar de menos me ha roto
las tripas, cuanto creí que quedaba.
Pero ahora no.
Ahora tengo este echar de menos latiendo donde
debería haber un corazón.
Sería más sano apuñalarme con el boli
Hello again: Memories of Goodbye-Part twoNever ForgottenHello again: Memories of Goodbye-Part two13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Her eyes burned in my soul. It was the only thing to I couldn't forget about her. They hunted me day and night, like the sweet melody of a song stuck in my head. Even her smile drifted in and out of my thought on a warm sunny day. I was like she knows when she beginnings to fade from my memories. Like she knew when she is being forgotten. Becoming a part of my past and not my future. She knows she always knows and only thing she wanted was to be remembered. By one or all but never none at all.
Walk the WalkWhen your wordsWalk the Walk22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
have proven to be
it's the perfect time
to have your
So save your breath
and walk the walk.
My worst fearWhy do I force myself to keep going in this world of torture? It's for all the people I hold close to my heart. I tell myself they would be sad if I died. And that's what I cling to. I take that thought with me everywhere, and I try to hold on just for them. But at night, I have nightmares of my worst fear. That they forget I need them. They forget they are my life source. Suddenly the people I love are mean. They walk away, and leave me in their wake. I understand that I sound selfish. I say that I need them to care more about being with me. But I need to be loved, and I am getting hate. The things they say are making my heart want to stop beating. It hurts in an unimaginable way. Like a fire engulfing my reason for living. I can't breathe. They don't understand that saying I'm worthless, crushes my soul. Because I already thought so. And the one thing I told myself, was that maybe others didn't think so. Perhaps they think I'm valuable. And even if I hate myself, there could be someoMy worst fear22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
EllaY ahí estaba ella, sin que yo lo hubiera deseadoElla1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
encerrada en mi cabeza existiendo por esa única vez.
Con el solo objetivo de estar exclusivamente para mi,
satisfaciendome en la mas recondita privacidad que ofrecía mi mente a mitad de la noche.
Sin mediar palabra casi hizo realidad todos mis anhelos y fantasias,
me hizo sentir mas de lo que había experimentado en toda la vida.
Sin si quiera saber su nombre o quien era ella se entregó a mi sin objeciones, de una manera altruista como ninguna persona lo hubiera hecho... me amó.
Pero al terminar la noche ella dejaría de existir y así como jamas planee que se desnudara para mi, ella se desvaneció mientras el frio de las sombras era desplazado por las primeras luces de la mañana.
Despues de todo olvide su rostro, no pude agradecerle por haber dedicado su fugaz e inexplicable existencia a hacerme superficialmente feliz por esa noche...
A fin de cuentas no la volvería a ver, y los momento
Reflections in the night...- English Version -Reflections in the night...7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
After listening for an evening an astronaut, seeing the earth from a distance, having heard of the problems that are encountered once in orbit, the sacrifices made...
When this person in front of you is one who has gone beyond all limits, beyond geographical boundaries, who saw the earth from a distance...
When you see that we live, despite our arrogance and presumption, literally on a ball floating in space, and that we are destroying it... without realizing the value that it represents...
When someone tells you to keep on dreaming the impossible so that it becomes possible, to listen to your heart and ask yourself if what you're doing is really what you want, deep down...
You come to realize that maybe there are a lot of unnecessary things... do you realize how things like the gaming industry produce things that, in the end, are superfluous: you simulate combat with spaceships in space, or on other extraterrestrial worlds, when perhaps, you could be in that role r
Difficult decisionDifficult decisionDifficult decision8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It was the day he was born and he already got a gift. It was a sweater. He got it from his beloved grandma. It was a nice sweater I suppose and she even made it all by herself, so he wore it since that precious day!
At first the boy loved that sweater! It was warm, comfortable and it made him feel safe and loved. But as the time went and the boy got older, the sweater wasn’t what it used to be anymore… it was itchy and uncomfortable. And the boy started to hate it!
He hated it even more when he saw how other people’s sweaters made the feel so warm and cozy! “Why?” he asked himself many times. He tried, oh, he tried to like it… but it was no use… he just couldn’t. “Can’t take it anymore, I can’t stand this any longer”.
He decided to throw it away, actually he wanted to do it long time ago, but every time he tried, he couldn’t get the sad face of his nana out of his mind.
My WishWhen I look into the starry night time sky I think about what I would wish for If I believed my wish would come true. Would you think my wish dumb if I told youMy Wish11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't wish for money or cars or that I could be a big movie star. I don't want big diamond rings or flashy classy things. To me things that take up space are just a waist. No what I would wish for would be more precious - to me- than having wings that could let me soar.
My wish would be this: Star light. Star bright. one of many I'll see tonight. lift my wish upon your beams and leak my words into their dreams because it is important I let my friends know I love them all more then I could possibly ever show, so I'll shout this wish up to the sky may they never again have a reason to cry.
Let UsLet us say what we both meant atLet Us16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
the same time.
Yes, you had a good idea. But
there are so many words left
What did I think when I said what
was said? Yes, I was thinking
exactly what I said. But is that
what I meant?
And how could I possibly put all
my thoughts, doubts and feelings
in this writing. Time will not be
able to hold my words, and thus,
They will dissappear into thin air.
So what do you want me to say? I
love you? That I can not. Those
letters my fingers will refuse to
Let us live without thinking,
just take it by the hour. It doesn't
matter, all I need are your words.
Just don't let me live in silence
Let us just live. I just need
someone to hold my chest tight,
so the feelings don't return. And
trust me. Make me trust you.
I cannot love yet my dear. But
just let me trust you. I will be fine
Let us love.
Presumptionsoh.Presumptions20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I found my anger.
and, thank goodness, the target isn't you.
No, it's the others.
This is what I want to say:
Do not ever flirt with me.
Do not tell me you will bed me.
Do not tell me you want to date me.
Do not tell me I will find someone else.
Do not touch me without my permission.
Yes, that goes for cyber-space, too.
I have no interest in seeing you as a romantic partner.
I have no interest, period, in your abilities in bed.
Don't joke about us "having sex at some point in the future"
Newsflash: Not going to happen, at any God damned point, ever.
Especially not now.
So, screw you for intruding past my comfort level.
I wasn't comfortable in the first place.
No, I refuse to cuddle with you. Why are you offended?
I can't even believe you right now. Any of you.
Yes, that's right, there are multiple people doing this.
Don't joke. This is not a joking matter.
You are not making me feel better.
And All The Love in my Heart, A Testimonial ProseAnd All the Love in my Heart...And All The Love in my Heart, A Testimonial Prose21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A Testimonial Prose By:Jason M. Scully
The issue with modern religion, Belief without Obedience, including forcing that same belief onto none patrons with disobedience. To all those shoving bibles down the throats of others, I have never read a part of the bible where jesus forced one to believe Him, they just did because of his own testimony, he did not burn a witch for witchcraft, he never hated a gay man, gay means happy by the way in both of it's uses average and in homosexuality, so killing others because they can be happy and you can't be is wrong, He never enslaved black people, encamped japanese citizens in a war, deported immigrants or showed disgust toward nazis, he never forced natives to walk the trail of tears in their own land when no one could walk anymore leave them for dead in a so called christian nation, He forgave sinners of all kinds, even rapists, murderers, pedophiles, liers, wife beaters, bullies, and thieves. He never mocked the
The PleadTo the One I Love...The Plead22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I am growing very frustrated with you trying to argue about every little thing. I called you to let you know what I had found out. I was trying to give you more information about the situation. I didn't care if you didn't know this dude. I just wanted to let you know. And all you did was yell at me and threaten to hang up on me. Then, you accused me of arguing with you over something stupid. I wasn't arguing with you, well, at least until you accused me of doing so. I am getting tired of fighting, and I am tired of trying to keep this relationship afloat. If you continue to act the way you have been acting, you quite possibly may lose me. In any other circumstances, I would have left you already due to the way you treat me. But I love you, and I am really trying to make this work. However, I am not going to sit here and let you smack me around (literally or figuratively). I understand that you may not know how to act, but common sense would tell you that you should
the letterWill he be here when i cry..the letter23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
will he be there when i want to die.
he'll leave me i say..
so inside itll hide..
But heres my message for you..
my sweet brother.. this is all true.
i want to say.. that im sorry.
I need to tell you.. i havent gotten stronger..
ive lived my battle for so long..
so i must go.
make my shadows forever disappear.
But know ill always be here.
not physically but next to your heart.
for the next time you fall a apart.
Lifes a war. Im not a fighter.
Im not strong...
I cant hold on tighter.
you were the thing i had embraced..
but a smile never seemed to appear on my face.
i tried didnt i?
i was your little angel.
that couldnt fly.
I cant. Im tried.
so this is my goodbye.
i love you though.. this is for you.
you were the something i had never knew.
i want you to know youre stronger then i could ever be.
im sorry.. but this life.. isnt for me.
Calor de Amor Jamás pensé lo hermoso que seria, un simple gesto me alegro el día. No estaba precisamente alegre por este día, las cosas no salían como yo quería, solo quería irme a mi casa y descansar… quedaba una sola clase, biología, no odio la clase y adoro a mi profesora pero ese día, no era mi mejor día; estoy en pleno resfriado que no me acompaña y eso me pone de muy mal humor.Calor de Amor1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Estaba haciendo los ejercicios de genética, no tenía problema entendía la materia y los hacia demasiado rápido… estaba escuchando música para relajarme pero el hecho de tener la nariz dañada de tanto sonarme no ayuda y menos con el kilo de pañuelos en la mesa. Escuche cuando la profesora anuncio que pasaría firmando nuestro avance con la materia… primero yo, llevaba bastante así que no tendría problemas. Me firmo las hojas y me hablo que al fin tiene los pantalones especial
The Eye and the MazeI knew I would end up here, whether I liked it or not. See, that's the difficult thing about time, that no matter how much you wish and will it to slow, it refuses. You catch a moment in a photograph and one day all it will be is ash, the rubble of a long lost life burnt to nothingness. But don't cry little child, because things are never as simple as one, two and three.The Eye and the Maze1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I was standing in a maze, staring all around me in amazement at the hovering clouds that seemed as mountains. Their edges burned away by the will of the sunlight, which alighted atop the cornstalks and turned them gold. I thought to myself, standing there in the crisp air with my lungs heaving from my run, that it was incredible, and that I never wanted to leave. But I knew it was an impossible wish, not the least for the fact that I recognized my own mortality, and I recognized that some day I too would be rubble and ash. I would be a figure charred only onto the walls of the minds belonging to those still old enough
Una Historia Primaveral Cap.2Al día siguiente me levanté a las cinco de la mañana, hora no muy común en mi rutina, pero no tenía tantos ánimos de verle la cara a mi hermano que digamos, así que salí sin bañarme, sin peinarme, algo que el típico modelo de mujer no haría, pero de que me vale tanta belleza...si tuviera, si no tengo inteligencia alguna, mi cerebro sería de maní, tendría uñas más largas que mi propia vida, los vestidos demasiado ajustados, que mala vida sinceramente, quizás eso le de más autoestima, pero menos oportunidades en la vida, o hasta quizás el típico jefe pervertido las acepte, ahí me iría peor, pero dejaré de pensar en la típica desgracia de adolescente.Una Historia Primaveral Cap.21 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Al salir de mi casa ajuste la capucha de mi abrigo dejando ver parte de mi melena negra y me encamine hasta el parque...exacto ese lugar en el que ocurrio algo que NO quería ver...pues si allí...