EllesElles étaient là alors que personne ne les prédestinaient à être ensemble.Elles7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Rien ne pouvait les atteindre.
Excepté une chose.
L'éloignement a frappé ces deux âmes.
Ces deux âmes ont souffert.
La souffrance a entaillé leur pureté.
Elle lui a dit « reviens-moi ».
Elle lui a répondu « aides-moi ».
L'une a choisi la mort.
L'autre la vie.
Emotion to Literature: Confession of a CowardI had to know.Emotion to Literature: Confession of a Coward11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I was in love with her, and my curiosity of her feelings toward me was robbing me of my sleep, my hunger, and all the rest; I was dying to know. Despite what she thinks, every moment I spent with her was like a dream to me. At my sight of her, everything relevant was made irrelevant, because she was my everything.
It took me five years to build up the courage to finally talk to her honestly about my feelings, and I felt like a fool and a coward for being this way. But I had to know. I had lost 16 pounds in a week from pondering about her and not eating, thinking about her and not sleeping, and contemplating about what to say and not reasoning.
I rehearsed our conversation in my head, in my bed, in my deepest imagination. I know. Why would you rehearse a conversation alone, why would you practice something unpredictable. I know. But the tendency was hopeful, and the act in itself was helping me ease my anxiety and shyness.
I trembled from anxiety and shyness until I opene
Understanding the Bully.We have gotten to a point in society where people continue to say that it would be selfish to let our troubles flow into view. It's the exact opposite. If a person really does care, then they will hear out every word that flows from the other person. Those who do not are really the selfish ones. However, one who makes trouble apparent all the time is where the stereotype derives. There is, at least in my mind, a difference between letting one know, and blatantly being a pessimist.Understanding the Bully.2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
We don't have enough people willing to be compassionate and understanding. There is a shortage of the love that bonds our human spirits together, and it's a shortage that can only be resupplied by the kindness of others. I see students and graduating seniors that from the time they entered the scholarly realm, they stomped other students for the pursuit of domination. That isn't domination, it's merely the onset of violence or foolishness.
That is our problem. We have too many people that know nothing of kind
The Joys of Writing The Joys of Writing © LlovesartThe Joys of Writing3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Typing so fast your fingers don’t sound like they’re pressing individual keys on the keyboard anymore, but a fluttering of ideas flowing onto paper. When your fingers synchronise with your thoughts and everything just clicks. Every dialogue sounds like real people talking, every description pointing out just the right things and just enough, all the plot arcs coming together. Creating entire worlds with your fingertips, using nothing but the words and images in your head.
Creation is but one of the joys of writing.
The hardest part is not writer’s block. At least not for me. I’ve never really struggled with it that I can remember, but maybe that is because I found out early on what causes it. And pinpointing just where I went wrong, is also one of the joys. When I sudden
What should I doI'm just a more fool in this place. You... you made me too much damage.What should I do4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I tried and tried, but you just wanted to keep away, but it could haven't any importance if you hadn't try to stay with me when I get away.
I meet smarter and prettier girls, but... but... you... you made feel something that they don't.
I couldn't choose it was involuntary. You just stepped in my life and just made more caos.
But I'm happy you joined me in this travel. You changed the destination, and made it unstable
these wallsParents scold their children for hiding in their rooms from the second they get home from school. Parents scold their children for having a safe place.these walls6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The walls that surround me in my room are my best friends. They have known me for years upon years. They have heard me confess my love for someone and have never spoken a word about it. They listen, and they accept.
They comfort me when I am in pain because I just saw my former abuser at a farmer’s market. They hold me and console me and remind me of where I am: home. They let me know that if I am in their embrace, nothing wrong could ever happen.
My walls have heard me screaming to the sky in anguish and misery. My walls have heard me laugh a queen’s laugh over the smallest of things that make me happy. My walls have heard me brood in silence over fights with loved ones.
These four walls confine me in my own space of happiness and comfort. They make me feel at home, they make me feel safe. My walls are my friends, my confid
Imagine A Situation Like This..Imagine you made all the standards for someone,Imagine A Situation Like This..22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
very high for yourself,
even Yah and your parents told you what you needed.
You even had extra “wish” standards you kept inside of you,
because you wanted to be realistic and the standards were already high.
Finally you meet your dream, they met every single standard and wish.
You thought it couldn’t be real, yet there it is, right before you.
Truly the most perfect of fit.
But there’s a catch..
They don’t want you.
What do you do?
...My name is Andrea Griffin, and I have small hands, and big thighs. With dark green eyes. My hair is some colour between blonde and the dried mud you find in marsh when a dry spell hits. I love reading, and art, and I love people to the point of hating them. I was in love once. I think. I don’t remember what it felt like, or how I felt it. I don’t remember why. Or how, or really even with who. It doesn’t really matter I guess. Love is fleeting, or so I’ve heard. It’s there and then it’s gone, like the doe in the woods when you pull out your camera to capture her beauty. Storms come and pass. Suddenly it’s over and we are all left wondering what the fuck happened. At least you got to see that doe, as she grazes and looks up. The strength and power she shows as she nimbly dashes away from sight. Anything is better than loneliness. Or is it? What is the feeling of loneliness? Does anyone really know? Day by day, night to night. Some further in its...19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Rappelle-toiMes cheveux frisés plein de peinture bleue, mes mains tremblantes imbibées d'encre et un goût de thé à la menthe bloqué dans ma gorge, c'est ainsi que me peine l’impossible.Rappelle-toi2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Mes deux yeux bruns débordent telle une passoire et je n'ai jamais voulu.
Mes désirs chimériques ruinent toutes mes chances d’être pleinement satisfaite et ma réalité est au ras des pâquerettes. Pourtant, ils ne font que remuer le couteau dans la plaie.
Mes souhaits se basent sur la politique de l’autruche, j’ignore totalement mon échec plus que probable et j’ai marotte. C’est peut-être l’une des choses que tu m’as apprise, à être persévérante malgré l’opinion contraire et à essayer de rendre mes souhaits réalité. Dans ce cas-ci; toi.
Hélas, ton absence se fait sentir, car c’est en ton absence que mes pensées se démê
Dear 3rd Grade MeDear 3rd Grade Me,Dear 3rd Grade Me10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You need to do your damn homework first of all. You have no idea how embarrassing it's going to be when you look stupid because you can't multiply or divide. Also, boys are stupid. Don't even get mixed up into that crap. Oh yeah, Kimberly and Tiffany, hang out with them as much as possible. In about two years you will never see them again. Oh, and don't get comfy with being able to go out to eat. That'll go with your friends in two years. Also, don't get used to the nice clothes either.
Oh yeah, and Jordan, you'll never see him again in two years... Pretty much in two years your life as you know it will actually change over night. So that Christmas party you're going to have in Mrs. Frist's class enjoy it, remember it, and cherish it, because fourth and fifth grade is where you discover popularity does affect you.
Oh, and read a damn book every now and then. The Harry Potter books actually. Also, don't get mad when Kimberly and Tiffany's grandparents can't take you s
Best Friends:)We all have that one person we put on top of our list. The one who can make us laugh while we're in tears. The one who's always there for you. You know, your better half. And they're called this great thing called Best Friends. And in this life, they're nearly impossable to come across, the forever friends. And once you do, you never want to let them go. They make life better and life easier to deal with. And if you're REALLY lucky, you can call them the love of your life too. And for me, I've come across that. And I could never ask anything more or less of him. Never. Hes perfect the way he is. I love you, Dex. Now and forever.Best Friends:)4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A Writer, a Person, DevolvedIt's been way too long, and I can't seem to write anymore. I got the ideas, I have the inspiration, but when I go to put them together, it just doesn't work. Its been this way for months now. In fact, my main story has all but faded from my ability to enjoy it anymore, to write it, to even think about it without feeling anger, confusion, and a lack of ability to actually get it done. I feel more negativity now from it then positive. I don't know why, but I can't seem to write anything anymore. Poetry, lyrics, stories. The whole of it.A Writer, a Person, Devolved11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The worst part is, I got the ideas, and again, the inspiration and that feeling of not being able to turn it into more... I can't begin to describe it. I guess, I feel tense, frustrated, powerless, and then sometimes angry. But in the end, I always, always feel defeated and alone. What has happened to me? Who or what have I become? Or am I still becoming whatever it is that I am? I find myself lacking purpose once again, emotionless. I feel... empty almos
Dont punish your kids for the crimes of othersDont punish your kids for the crimes of othersDont punish your kids for the crimes of others12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Okay, I get it, the world is a dangerous place.Rapists, murderes, thieves-you name it.But at some point you have to let your worries go or otherwise you risk to ruin your children.They should not suffer for the bullshits of others.Dont turn them into paranoid freaks, who are afraid all the time.They deserve happy childhood.
Or if its too scary for you to let go of your children at least once in a while, please dont have kids.I know it sounds heartless, but like I stated above, even though the world is dangerous,kids still deserve to be happy, not being jailed for the crimes of other individuals.
My own childhood?Well, I almost didnt have one.I played with other kids and dont get me wrong, its not that my parents sheltered me too much.In fact, they never talked about how I cant go out with friends or smoke or drink.I learned about all the things myself by reading books ,magazines watching tv, etc.Without being to aware, my parents had a qui
TransformacionY sin saber muy bien lo que pasa, tu allá y yo aquí… y yo allá y tu aquí… y quizás todo en todos y nada en nadie… en algún rincón de la noche, un cigarrillo se consume y una mariposa vuela… pero nadie sabe muy bien que pasa y quizás todo pasa y a nadie le importe… y tengo en mis manos la aguja que es lápiz y es batuta, y podría atar todas las palabras o podría pronunciar todas las vidas… pero aquí estoy, intentando atar los cordones de mis zapatos y esperando no tropezar por el camino… y ahora mis pies se olvidan, y el izquierdo se tira a volar y el derecho empieza a danzar… y al compás de mis talones sobre asfalto, mis ojos te dibujan y mi mente te borra y mi corazón conversa con mi espíritu sobre las curvas de tu sonrisa y el lucir de tus cabellos bajo el sol de las nueve, en el café del alma… Pronto darán las campanadas del nuevo día, y yo aTransformacion22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
southern summer solitudeThe house is silent,southern summer solitude17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
And outside the moisture hangs thick
Clinging to my skin,
A disappointing reminder I can feel.
With the exception of the occasional crash
Of thunder and distant train whistles
The Louisiana night is silent.
And I never knew loneliness before.
I can tell this is the real kind,
Where you can't even be your own company
Because the thing that made you
Recognize your reflection
When you gazed into your eyes in the glass
Is long gone.
And you are a stranger to yourself.
I have never lived alone,
Until now. And by alone
I mean that hollow feeling
When you can't even make
Sense to yourself.
So you think as little as possible
And feel as little as possible
And ask yourself no questions.
Like you don't already have the answers.
Hurricane season approaches too slowly
I wish it would drown me
But I know how to swim well.
This is unfortunate because
Drowning would be merciful
Considering I have learned the truth
I refused to accept my entire life.
The awful truth that
Das VermaechtnisDer Tod als der Reise Ziel, nicht verachtbar, sondern ein Elysium für der Seele lange Qual im Leben, ob glücklich oder nicht. So trauert nicht, die Erinnerungen sind das große Vermächtnis jener, die zwar fort, doch nicht ewig gestorben sind.Das Vermaechtnis10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Something Different I fell for my best friend. She had always been there, through my pain, the joy, the anger and the sorrow. She knew just how to make me laugh, even on the bad days when all I wanted to do was hit someone. When I think back on it, I realize that I may have known that I was bisexual before I really understood it. The girls in class caught my attention and the boys did too. I think I just chalked it up as cute in a girly way not as an attraction. I had my own rough patches where life was pointless and plastering on a fake smile was all I could do to keep from crying. I knew I was different and I was isolated because of it. I wanted friends, people who were like me and understood my weirdness. I found it in the girl I mistook for another. I wrapped my arms around her in kindergarten and we became friends. She was strong and unique. She was always smiling. I remember seeing her cry for the first time. I was enraged. In the years I had known her she neverSomething Different13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This