Solo queda el recuerdo... y un sentimiento-¿Tienes algún secreto?Solo queda el recuerdo... y un sentimiento3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
-Todos tienen secretos, ¿Por qué?
-Preguntaba... ¿Son muchos?
-Se podría decir que solo uno, ¿Por qué tanta curiosidad?
-No lo sé. Estaba pensando de que si nadie tendría secretos la vida sería muy aburrida, aunque a veces me agarra curiosidad saber los secretos de las personas
-Los secretos son secretos por una razón en particular, deberías dejar las cosas así
-¿Tu secreto es algo malo?
-Para mí no; es más una emoción que algo que haya hecho
-¡Anda niña que estás curiosa! No tienes porque saber
-Dime, te prometo que no se lo diré a nadie
Esa fue mi última conversación contigo, las últimas palabras que intercambiamos.
Al día siguiente partiste de este mundo dejando atrás tu horrible enfermedad para fundirte en un sueño profundo.
Me hiere haberme quedado callada, me hiere no pode
Untitled FeelingsLet me tell you a storyUntitled Feelings3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Not so much a story but, ramblings that I need to get off my chest, because I can, of a child from my memories and what I would say to her if I could go back and talk to her. And my thoughts and feelings on the situations.
Looking back I can see what happened was wrong to us, that it was abuse in a form of neglect. Me and my brother, we didn't deserve what happened to us, but of corse at the time that was normal for us, to have a mother who sometimes loved us, I don't doubt that she didn't but... On things I've read and been told, and if memory serves me right, she didn't love us enough.
At times we would do things, but, Doesn't every child want attention? We didn't ask to be born into such a situation, we didn't ask to have what he had, a mother who couldn't cope.
Twice we where taken away, twice we where sent away, you'd think once would be enough. But again, we where young and blamed ourselves, we weren't uncontrollable, we where kids, kids trying to be kids,
LLL5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
the courageous and the cowards patience is a giftthe courageous and the cowards 2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
not many have it
i admire the ones who do
they are very brave people
they have the courage to face the merciless time between them and their goal
they are the most courageous people in the world
and with the courageous
comes the cowards
who are the cowards?
the cowards as the impatient
the ones who hate waiting
those people are afraid
afraid to see how in just seconds, minutes, hours, years, everything and anything can change
these people- these cowards- hate waiting
because they are afraid of the change time will bring
unlike the patient who face the sea of seconds and years like true warriors
i want to be a warrior
but i am a coward
Depression - Identify it and Destroy itListen, and hear those around you, they speak often of truth! If you listen well, you can discern these truths and apply them. Mark my words, if you grow deaf, you are not only deaf but you are blind as well! In this environment, senselessness is not often pleasurable. If you have lost one, the other will soon follow.Depression - Identify it and Destroy it3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You will find yourself on a well lit path heading down your avenue from your childhood into adolescence. However, that path will eventually begin to dim. We all know that eventually we will be unable to see our path, and our path will fade into a nothingness too blurred and smudged to make out. We must listen and follow the voices of our elders. The mother and father of the home know the way, but only rarely do they deceive you. Remember do the parents only rarely lead you astray.
It is here that you have fallen upon the fork in your road. When the path first started to fade, you should have listened! But h
Gratias TibiGratias TibiGratias Tibi19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It’s been a long day by the time you can get to your computer. Deviantart is already pulled up on your browser.
“Huh, eight notifications.” You say. “Let’s see, some artwork, a journal, a status, and…oh what’s this.” You look closer, “Gratias Tibi? What does that even mean.” Curios, you click on it and your screen changes. A new window has opened and there is a play button. Nothing to lose, you press play.
A boy appears and the screen shakes. “Is this thing on?” He asks, his voice coming out a bit metallic sounding. “Well there is a light there so I’ll assume it’s on.” He chuckles, “Just watch this not record and I look like an idiot.”
He steps back and you can see him more clearly. Brown hair, dark brown eyes, not pale but not tan, lots of fading freckles. He’s wearing a black hoodie with a green logo over his heart and brown military style cargo pants. A t-sh
[This I Believe] of wordsI believe in a great deal of things, frivolous or not. I believe in the essence of enjoying good tea. I believe in the human connection in friendships, be it in flesh or in pixels. But what I believe in the most is the power of words; phrases that weave and connect into stirring speeches, hidden undertones, and unfinished sentences. I believe in that.[This I Believe] of words8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Writing and reading, and everything - anything to do with the creation and manipulation of language has never failed to fascinate. Throughout my life, I’ve seen and felt the effects of words that break, heal, calm and catalyse change, and they have never failed to amaze.
It sounds strange, as a cynic, I suppose, to admit that I'm somewhat of an escapist, seeking comfort in the embrace of typesets and illusion. And I'd always thought, if I tried a little harder, I'd be able to escape from cruel reality and leave everything behind. It was somewhat of a childish thought, though, in hindsight. But after a long hard day, does it not allo
LosingIt's never easy to lose someone you love and it can be scary to face the truth when it's right in front of you.Losing19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
They often won't understand in certain circumstances, because they don't know how it feels to go through it, the pain the illness brings. The tough decisions one has to make in such times.
When you're ready to make the choice, you take into consideration the lives of others around you and you know they'll be hurt. You'll hate yourself for it but chose anyway.
After all, you've been selfless all your life, aren't you entitled to this one thing?
You tell your loved ones and you know you're about to hurt them, with a heavy heart, you say the words and as expected, they become angry, your guilt deepens. How will you get them through it?
You can only hope that they understand in time and know that you love them despite what they feel now. You hope they'll forgive you for your decision, before there is no time left to reconcile. Despite their anger and hate for you at the moment, &
Folhas rasgadas, perdidas, afagadasResiliente, ou a incapacidade de o ser!!!Folhas rasgadas, perdidas, afagadas20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Inconformismo, afogueado pelo desiderato.
É quando se desaprende o significado e sentido dalgumas palavras que concluímos que o dicionário já tem demasiadas folhas rasgadas,
Qual necessidade de renovar a biblioteca, realinhar a consciência;
Reaprender conceitos, desenlaçar do emaranhado...
E sentir novamente o cheiro a papel, seja ele novo ou reciclado,
Desde que transmita renovação, clareza, legibilidade dos antónimos, acrónimos, sinónimos
sad birthdayi had a terible birthday! no one on deviantart or my family said ahppy birthday (27th) my family was gone and i dont know where they are. i didnt get any cake or presents. my farm animals conferted me. i am so sad and i cried so much. please cheer me up cause i dont like drawing anymore!!!!sad birthday20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
-with verity-chapter one - the girl made of sunshine-with verity-1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"smile for the camera" she said with innocent ignorance at the phrase.
for the camera.
i planted a clearly forced grimace on my lips
that was anything but equivalent to her ever blossoming cheerfulness.
if sunbeams could give a human life to whatever they shined on
she must've been a flower before
because she was the happiest damn person i knew.
it was a wonder how we ever became friends.
she had one of those beautiful old cameras
the kind that printed the picture right after you took it.
it was a newer version, of course, but still.
i had always found those to be lovely.
she watched with eager anticipation as our picture developed.
it was strange to see her shining, smiling face appear out of the bleak blackness of the picture,
whereas mine seemed to belong there.
i saw it for a split second.
just a mere flicker of disappointment.
it was brief but it was there, for sure.
"you don't look happy." sh
Betray Me CorrectlyBetray me correctly.Betray Me Correctly2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The boy being kicked to the ground, his stomach aching in a horrible pain from the sudden kick that he had received, then again what part of him didn’t hurt right now. The others laughed at him as they inflicted more and more pain, he raised a single eye to see his life-long friend standing in the crowd laughing at him, the pain rained down on the boy on the ground. His eyes swelling with tears, the kicks and punches hurting more and more as one followed the other. He saw his friend in that crowd, in the mocking laugh that tormented his ears along with the ringing that followed. That was it, a single punch was all it took to break his wall. They laughed thinking he was done for, but he was far from that. He pushed himself back as quickly as humanly possible and his fist swiftly connected with a boy’s stomach, sending the male into groaning fury, the rest standing, mouth agape. His other fist connected with the jaw of another. He fought them all back, he
You Matter to SomeoneHello.You Matter to Someone3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
My name is Kerry and I am 23 years old. Although my name and my age make no difference as to whether you read this or not, it may make you realise that what I am going to write about affects any person of any age. What this is going to be about is Mental Illness and the stigma that follows those two words like a shadow.
I currently live with my mother who has suffered with multiple mental illnesses for most of her life. Her illnesses range from severe depression to bipolar disorder. She takes 7 or 8 pills twice a day to try and battle them as well as some physical problems. Ever since I was little I've had to watch silently as she struggles with what's going on in her head, having her moods change rapidly, the bad ones lasting days and sometimes weeks. When I was in primary school I had days off school just so I could help my mother around the house or go into town to do the weekly shopping with her because it was too hard for her to get out of bed or step out of our front
Break DownJe ne suis pas heureux.Break Down4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Non monsieur, je ne suis pas heureux.
Oui j'ai tout ce que je désire. Je vais même vous faire la liste :
Je suis en pleine forme, pas de problème physique notable, certes trop maigre mais je le vis très bien;
Ma famille est en forme, j'ai mon père, ma mère, et mon frère et ma sœur vont bien, mes grands-parents sont encore tous vivants;
J'ai beaucoup d'amis, des gens que j'adore, auxquels je ne parle pas assez souvent, qui sont vraiment géniaux;
J'ai mon bac, je fais des études, c'est pas la grande réussite mais ça se passe plutôt bien;
J'ai mes livres, mes jeux vidéos, mes idées pour m'occuper, je ne m'ennuie jamais vraiment;
J'ai du soutien, je suis toujours aidé en toute circonstance, jamais seul;
J'ai toujours à boire et à manger chez moi, je mange à ma faim et je dors autant que je le désire;
Mais je ne suis pas heureux pour autant.
Vous me direz "il te manque
An Open Letter from a Gay Irish TeenPeople of this country,An Open Letter from a Gay Irish Teen19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Hi, my name is Luke, I’m 16 years old, I’m in 5th year in school and I’m from Wexford. I’m also gay.
To many, that’s normal, thank God. I’m seen as a normal human being with emotions and feeling and wishes and dreams. I fall in love, I have my heartbroken. I have my likes and dislikes, my regrets and dismays. My gains and losses. I am a human.
Growing up gay in Ireland is an ordeal in itself. I’m sure you the reader can think of teenage discos, where everyone dressed up, the girls in skirts probably too short, the guys all huddled in a corner “doing the rounds” to try and find a ‘shift’. We've all been there, let’s be honest. I was there not too long ago. Now, imagine being gay in that situation.
Growing up gay in Ireland is something that really has only happened with this generation. It’s a journey that we are facing, often alone with very little help. Gay teens all over this country
GOLGEUcu bucağı olmayan bir sonsuzluk duygusunun içinde sadece kendi gölgeme bakıyorum. Somut bir intihar yöntemindense gözlerin içindeki acıyı en derinden hissetmenin yavaş ölümünü tercih edeceğimi söylediğim herkesle güzel bir tebessüm paylaşacağım. Dünyanın neresindeyim, kiminleyim? Soruların hüznünü biliyorum, cevapları bir mimik çukurunun içinde tek bir nefesle alınmayı bekliyor. Yalnızlık duygusunu yüceltiyorum, öyle ki zamanda sınırlamadan, kimseye hapsetmeden o duyguyu en değerli parçam yapıyorum çirkinliğimin. En sevdiğim yeri oluyor kimseyle paylaşmadığım kirliliğimin. Herkes en temiz yönlerini sergilerken, ben en kirli yalnızlığımla bir mutluluk kazanıyorum kendi payıma. İnsanlara bakmadan,GOLGE2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You cannot read loss.I don’t remember anymore; everything just floats away, readily being forgotten. But maybe it is this that allows us to enter heaven peacefully.You cannot read loss.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Perhaps it doesn’t matter who remembers and who forgets; maybe love doesn’t die. Maybe, love is the only thing to ever live at all...
…The only one to live forever, in all things, both alive and dead.
Conscious StreamingLooking back to find my strength.Conscious Streaming3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Where does time go?
Going back to find the root.
Rip it out, will I still grow?
Where have I gone?
So lost now.
Trying to be strong.
Striving or surviving?
I may never know.
Is this sadness?
Is this madness?
Dig. Dig. Dig.
Once, I was angry.
Always, I've been upset.
Rather than being gazed upon,
I have been looked down on.
Channeling what has been lost.
Trying to remember the cost.
Lacking feelings of inspiration.
Clinging on in desperation.
I am just an author.
Illustrate my soul.
blank pageI look at a blank page to draw my feelings. I stare at it for a while but i feel just like it...empty...empty and emotionless because of one person. The person who saved me from my own hell. Who helped me getting through one of the hardest times of my life. The person who inspired me to continue in art. My sempai...my teacher...my family...my...friend. I feel left out by her. Thrown away like a blank page, cropped up till a ball and thrown somewhere under the bed, left to catch dust and rot away...like they say "sempai, notice me!" Thats how i feel...i feel ignored and stored away...maybe for later use or doomed to be thrown away. That's how i feel...like a blank page...blank page21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Meeting.Meeting you was like...Meeting.22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Cracking open a fortune cookie. You were like city lights in the rain. We were like sharp scissors and wrapping paper, bats in caves. Seeing you always felt like sneaking out for the first time and watching the sunrise with my absolute best friend. You were a wildflower breaking through the cracks of a sidewalk.
And I, I was the sidewalk.
Sfarsit de inceput.Nu vreau sa mai car dupa mine anii si regretele ca pe niste garnituri de tren ruginite. Imi vor fi aripi de acum inainte si ma vor purta spre stele.Sfarsit de inceput.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Am ajuns la capat de linie si m-am izbit violent. Nu am stiut sa pun frana, nu am invatat. Dar acum ies din metalul contorsionat, cu fruntea sus, la fel cum am intrat.
Voi merge inainte, voi zbura cu aripi de metal zdrentuit, lovit, aripi care ma vor proteja ca un scut.
Si chiar daca transform regretele in ceva atat de inuman, chiar daca vreau fiu dur si de neatins, nimic din ce simt pentru tine nu va fi schimbat. Nu voi lasa sa se intample asta.
Cazadora de estrellas CAPITULO 20 ESPERACazadora de estrellas CAPITULO 203 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Abre la puerta.
Sara sonríe.¿Cuántos días seguidos la lleva visitando?
Hace tiempo que se olvidó de su hija.No siente siquiera un remordimiento;lo que hizo fue algo justo.
No puede impedir que venga,el piso es suyo de todas formas.
Sara sonríe y toma asiento en el sofá.
Apoya el brazo en el respaldo del sofá,y la cabeza en la mano.Cruza las piernas.
Le da un aire...vacilante.
Alicia ni se inmuta y toma asiento en la silla de enfrente.
-¿Sucedió algo?-intenta empezar conversación-¿Cómo se encuentra su hija?
-No me hables de usted.-hace un gesto desdeñoso con la m
Sobre Lineas, Promesas y SilenciosA veces creo que por ahí vos me hiciste una promesa silenciosa, y sin buscarla en ese silencio yo la encontré. Decirte que la escuché sería mentirte, pero de alguna forma la sentí. Quizás no era una promesa a mí, quizás te estabas haciendo una promesa a vos mismo. No sé cómo, pero ahora al mirarte a los ojos si me decís que no me querés, yo no escucho más que esa promesa y sé que es una mentira. La promesa o tus palabras, pero una es mentira y la promesa no lo puede ser. Y no voy a poder creerte nunca que tu mentira sea que mi ausencia te hace bien.Sobre Lineas, Promesas y Silencios2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Cuando tenía catorce años fui a una clase de dibujo. Mi profesor me enseñó que antes de pintar algo hay que dibujar unas líneas invisibles. Las líneas invisibles se crean cuando el lápiz toca apenas la hoja, cuando la acaricia casi sin sentirla. Para el espectador las líneas invisibles no existen, pero para el artista son la estruct