The Eleven-Year Wait She's kindly teased by her friends for her childish actions, and reprimanded by her elders for not growing up. Inside, she knows she's fallen years behind - it's why she's not prepared. She's like a twelve year old in the body of a soon to be graduating high school senior. Once again, she's being tossed into a larger body of vast water with no direction, but only the fears of drowning before.The Eleven-Year Wait8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
She has never explained a thing until now. Her childhood barely occurred. She cherishes the few memories she has of being a kid - the one friend she had that saved her without either knowing. The one other child that helped the first few years of waiting flow by without harm. (The now teenage girl who has likely forgotten about that childhood friend...)
Her teenage years were her childhood - one with no regrets, even in the worst of times. She never experienced all the firsts that many can't wait to do. Not that she cares, because she has the best, most stupid memories with fr
Depression~Dead Inside~Depression~Dead Inside~1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Depression is something that we are all running away. But the pain is everywhere. It won’t leave you alone.
Behind you back you can feel the evil, that whispers in your ear: ‘it’s time to die’. You want to ignore the voice inside your head, but you can’t.
At one point you break down. You yell from the pain, you cry until you can’t breathe anymore and you want to die.
You begin to ask yourself: ‘Is there a reason for me to live?’ The evil takes control. Nobody can save you now, just yourself, but you are lost.
Your mind is always full of bad thoughts, you are always nervous and you can’t concentrate at anything at all.
Before falling asleep you get scared and you imagine the worst things in the world. Then you freeze from been frighten , waiting for the evil to make his presence.
You have insomnia. You can’t sleep. Your th
Please Come AgainNever ask me a question you don't want answered.Please Come Again3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
How are you?
How have you been doing?
How are you feeling?
Utterly annihilated. Disintegrated from the inside out. I am relentlessly experiencing the most pain I have ever had. I am afraid. I am angry. I am in complete agony.
There is an inhuman chorus of screaming that is constant in my head.
I am nauseous from anxiety, from pain, from lack of food and sleep, from unwanted thoughts.
I have not eaten in days.
I have slept mere hours in those same days.
I am dehydrated from constant tears.
I am an atom bomb. I can feel every atom, every particle, burning, vibrating, imploding. The ceaseless hum, quaking through my body, of the most vile, revolting sensation. Every cell and neuron is trying to shake apart and disperse.
Disgusting, pillaged, eradicated.
Thank you have a nice day!
The loss of a DogThe loss of a Dog2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It’s the worst feeling in the world.
Once they’re gone, all that’s left is this big gaping hole in the family and your memories of them and their belongings and collar.
As you sit there, spending your last moments with their body, you can’t help but hope that their tail will start wagging again as you pet them, but it never does. That they’ll wake up and start to lick your face and lick away your tears and try to make you feel better, but they don’t. It’s hard to leave them behind, and it feels so wrong because you know that you’ll never see them again.
And as you drive home, you see other people walking their dogs, and it hits you again, and you wished that you had walked your dog again, one last time.
And when you get home and open the front door, you realize that there’s no one there to greet you with a wagging tail, who’s so happy to see you, and it hits you again.
As you walk around the house, you realize that there
Emotion to Literature: Ingredient for SuccessI have my own. It doesn't mean it's one for you, so shut up.Emotion to Literature: Ingredient for Success23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Because there was no one, I was able to achieve much.
I'm not sorry.
Please. Stay away, lest I put all my focus on you and lose the momentum of productivity, creativity, greatness.
MANGA YOU CATCHING THIS!??!YOYOYOMANGA YOU CATCHING THIS!??!1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
WHEN YOU CATCH THIS COME TO TINY CHAT!!!
I MISS YOUR PRETTY MUG!!!
How I chose my disciples.May 20, 2015 How I chose my disciples.How I chose my disciples.2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
When I read your word Jesus it becomes like a lamp all through my day. My mind in natural state is darkness and busy like: traffic, trains, airplanes, and wild beasts of the earth. But when I start reading your word in he spirit and not just look at plane text, so my mind receives visions of what I read and glory of God and his victory eliminates chaos and balances my responsibilities. Then I feel like a feather most of the time floating in mid air and fire of God envelopes me in Jesus' splendor and power from his word. His word takes root and deepens my walk and faith. Without the word of God it is like no bread or water to sustain me. What good is to only sustain the body to live but not the mind, the soul, and heart of man?
I read John 20:19-23 Jesus appears to his disciples.
You have taken the lowest of men and took them under your wings; like me.
Then Jesus said, "It was my Father who has chosen those he has given me. And I go and pla
FallingSo here I sitFalling5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Waiting to fall
The ground so far below
Feet swing over empty air
Wind in my hair
Funny, feels so free
Nobody’s here, because nobody knows
I’m going to be a real dragon soon
Someday I’ll take to the air
Free from the chains that keep me here
Far from you
and your hateful words, your daggers and lies
Someday I’ll fly
I sigh and move away from the edge
Unfortunately for you
Though with knives I play
I don’t have the courage today
Die KlippeIch stehe an einer Klippe.Die Klippe1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Der Wind streicht mir um die Ohren, meine Haare peitschen mir lebendig ins Gesicht. Es weht stark und ich habe Mühe mein Gleichgewicht zu halten, meine Füße zittern nur wenige Zentimeter vom Abgrund entfernt.
Ich öffne die Augen und mir strahlt die Sonne entgegen. Der Himmel erstreckt sich über mir, zeichnet sich an der Kontur weit entfernter Berge ab und scheint zugleich fast greifbar, so als müsste ich nur einen Schritt nach vorne wagen, um auf den Wolken zu tanzen.
Langsam strecke ich meine Arme aus und atme tief ein.
Es kribbelt in meiner Brust, doch ich fühle keine Angst, vielmehr füllt es mich aus, ganz und gar. Ich fühle mich frei und gefestigt zugleich, stehe direkt vor dem Abgrund und feiere die Aussicht. Alles ergibt sich, alles umschließt mich und für einen Moment bin ich das Zentrum der Erde und die Schwerkraft kann mich nicht mehr fassen. Alles wird leicht, ohne mir zu entgleiten und ei
Mindless Ramblings-Author's Note: Because no one really reads this shit anyways.-Mindless Ramblings1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"Rek fen neh lokaal hi."
"Ruz fahvos dreh hi fey?"
"Hi los ni ek maag hahvoth. Hi neh lost kosaan."
.... I know.
"Ahrk hi lost bo wah uniid voth daar?"
Didn't have much of a choice.
"Nuz hi tul fey?"
"Hi los meyus."
That I am. A knight without a kingdom to serve, without a reason to remain loyal, but here I am... A fool of a jester living in the shadow of rusted armor.
"Ruz hi mindok vir sahlag hi los."
"Fahvos dreh hi fahbo wah gelum hinmaar? Dreh hi lorot tol nii fen bolaav hi osos buld do eimindak, osos dren do dremsilaar nol gein wo lost vodein hi?"
"Hi sahlag mahkur do slen. Hi los mindin hindnu dren. Hi fen neh lost tol, ahrk dreh hi mindok fahvos?"
"Dahik hi lost ni diist. Hi los vodahmin gein tol kolahney ko rigir do pah hah, skoz viiz ahrk tiin. Rek fen neh lokaal hi. Alun."
.... I know...
A lonely girl... A lonely girl walked the empty streets at night.She paid no mind to the soaking clothes nor to the pouring rain as she walked aimlessly.Her eyes were dull and as cold as the rain that poured down from the sky.They lost hope a few miles ago,when the road became empty...A lonely girl...15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
From time to time,she would stop,raise her head,close her eyes and let the rain wash her face.Then she would just walk on as if she did nothing.On days,the sky was a bit sunny,but the streets were still empty.From time to time,she would come across a person that would stop her and ask if she's fine.She would stay silent and they would eventually move along their way.
At some point in her long walk,someone stopped her.She was beautiful and nice.Her name was Evelyn.Eve.She never knew the girls name.She just went along her,talking about herself from time to time.The girl would listen closely,not uttering a word,but enjoying the sound of the Eve's voice.Someway down the road,they fell in love.The days turne
The Calm Before the StormAs I sat atop the cliff over looking the dark waves below I wondering if out in the distance somewhere above the clouds there was another doing exactly what I was doing. The sea breeze swept my long hair around my face and off my shoulders. There were sullen storm clouds gathering on the horizon. The air was tense with electricity, tense with excitement. I loved it. That salty smell lingering in the air added to my enjoyment. Water crashing hundreds of feet below my eager eyes. There was something mysterious about sitting over the sea , watching a fresh storm roll in, feeling the breezes tempt me to fly, and yet it was dangerous to be out alone. I wanted to be on the edge. Being there alone added to the excitement dangling my scuffed tennis shoes over the jagged rocks made me smile contently. I wanted to be caught in the moment. That calm before the storm.The Calm Before the Storm2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
One Sentence Thought Process (4/?)Thank you for pretending that you care, but I'd like to remind you I'm not an idiot.One Sentence Thought Process (4/?)1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Your Size is Just a NumberYour Size is Just a NumberYour Size is Just a Number3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It is a shame that many people in the world today are unable to feel comfortable in their own skin. Today, it is increasingly becoming harder to live up to and meet society’s beauty standards. Clothing styles and sizes are constantly changing as time goes on, so why is it that people can not accept themselves for who they are?
Currently at a size 18, I fall into the “plus-size” category in department stores. I used to feel ashamed myself when I went shopping because I could never fit into the clothes that were in style, or even in my style. Clothing sizes are varied across retail companies and brands, which can make it very difficult to find clothes that fit, no matter what body type you have. I understand that comparing yourself to others is one of the most difficult tasks to avoid and conquer. It has taken me a long time to realize that I am not fat, or ugly, or not good enough. It is still a chore to get up everyday and tell myself that I
a picture is worth a thousand wordsA picture is worth a thousand words. That's what the papers say. That's what people say. So why? Why do we have trouble seeing the whole meaning of a picture. Why do we only see about a hundred or two hundred. So I don't understand. How do people take pictures and see a thousand words behind it. I don't know how much people think about a simple picture. I don't know what others wonder I just know what I wonder. I just know what I think about it. I don't know what other may say unless they say it to me. So why? Why do I only see so few in pictures. It makes you wonder what people may say or this k of you. Are your friends going behind d your back and talking about you or are they actual friends. Ate the people you just talked to even apart of your life. What do you say behind people's back. Taste your words before you spit them out. Cuz if they are sweet say it. If they aren't you mustn't spit them out think that there are no reason for them this k if someone said that to you. Think aboa picture is worth a thousand words1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
UntitledI loved you.Untitled3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Of course you would make even that my fault.
But I know I can’t shoulder all the blame.
You pulled me in with soft words and touches and glances,
Gentle hand in hair, brush of lips, whispers in the dark.
You tied strings to my heart until they were a tangled mess, all of them leading unerringly to you, and then cut them without warning, claiming they were never even there.
Your smiles turned to sneers, and I wonder how I never noticed sooner.
This is who you are.
The Game Master.
And I but a pawn pulled along in your wake, dancing to your whim.
It’s your fault for making me love you.
But it’s mine for being blind.
Breathless“Call 911.” You blink for a few seconds, confused by this sudden interruption to philosophy. Then you turn, and see one of your classmates jerking uncontrollably in her seat. Her eyes are half-lidded, but you can see how they have rolled to the back of her head. A seizure, you barely have time to think to yourself before the classroom explodes into chaos.Breathless13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Two teams are quickly developed; the ones who help and the ones who flee. The latter group grabs their things and use them like makeshift shields; trying to ward off an impossible contagiousness. The former group, of which you are a part of, all try to fight the growing panic by actually doing something.
Four, no five, people pull out their cellphones, trying to call 911. Only one gets through, but you can hear them all shouting through their phones. Two boys bolt down the hall
Ode to The GirlsOde to The Girls3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Women are fascinating
Here is an ode to the women. There are so many some many amazing things about the female gender. As well as being oriented toward them, I find women fascinating. Call me sexist but there are clear differences between men and women that show regardless of personality. As a man, I understand brotherhood, friendship, and pride but girls take it to a unique level. They have a powerful sense of pride, underestimated strength, universal beauty, and a strong relationship with other women.
“Pride!” yells the marching band but there is nothing louder than a woman’s pride. They have this innate self-concept as a something amazing. Most females firmly believe that they are more intellectual then men when it comes to beauty, hair, fashion, make up, bras, and organization. BUT, before a comment is said, they have absolutely every right to believe that because it is absolutely true. There is this steadfast, innat
HappinessHappiness.Happiness2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It's a wonderful thing.
Flushes all worries away.
True happiness to me is no one around me except the ones I care about and no worry in the world whatsoever.
I've had that happen only a few times.
Maybe your version of happiness has happened many other times.
But you should know this:
It will not last forever.
I thought I was going to be happy through my entire life.
I was dead WRONG.
I am now utterly miserable with only flickers of hope left.
I am sorry for you poor souls who think you'll be happy your whole life.
Forgotten FriendshipForgotten Friendship3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Those times in elementary days... We had plans to go out and spend fun time with friends. It was fun... I was the laughing patient who walks like I know the whole place.
I could remember that we had no classes because of an upcoming JS prom. That time, I couldn't tell my Mom that I'm going to 'hang-out' with friends. I just told her I'm visiting her. Even with confusion, I am able to go.
That first hang-out is a surprise, we didn't tell my other classmates that they're included. I first came early... Pretty early in the morning. That time, it rained a bit. I felt awkward for a bit but I am able to adjust. Even with mishaps, it was fun.
We did it twice by summer. We would hangout in the Octagon, eating pizza. When the wind blew, it had the whole group laughing. That time when one of us took a picture, I couldn't stop laughing... It was kind of horrible...
We had our moments, those jokes that would hurt my belly a lot. The time we saw a dog, running away from it and
Honeysuckle and Lightning BugsFalling for him felt like smelling honeysuckle, so sweet I couldn't seem to breathe enough to let him fill my lungs, His eyes danced like lightning bugs on a summer evening. I traced his veins that meandered like tree roots through his body. When I did, his laugh rustled my heart like an evening breeze.Honeysuckle and Lightning Bugs7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
That summer, we waded in the creek, letting the cool water refresh our sun-soaked bodies. He told me stories of his childhood while shadows traipsed their way across his skin. He became an artwork all his own. When we kissed, he tasted like lemonade and smelled like rain. I could breathe him in forever.
Emotion to Literature: You Don't KnowI don't want to do this anymore.Emotion to Literature: You Don't Know21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't want to miss you anymore.
I don't want to spend sleepless nights, I got dark circles.
I don't want to want anymore.
I want to disappear.
Let me be irresponsible.
thomas y yo parte 3MARIE:-TOMMY ME VOY A DORMIR A LA RECAMARA DE MIS PAPAS-thomas y yo parte 32 days ago in Emotional More Like This
THOMAS:-NO MARIE, QUEDATE AQUÍ-
Y ME ACOMODE ALADO DE THOMAS Y ME QUEDE DORMIDA.
AL DIA SIGUIENTE, FUI LA PRIMERA QUE ME DESPERTE Y LE HICE EL DESAYUNO A THOMAS,
CUANDO DE REPENTE ESCUCHE UN RUIDO ME HASOME, ERA THOMAS QUE ESTABA BAJANDO LAS ESCALERAS.
MARIE:-BUENOS DIAS TOMMY-
THOMAS:-BUENOS DIAS MARIE-
MARIE:-SIENTATE, YA TENGO LISTO EL DESAYUNO-
THOMAS SE SENTO, LE DI EL DESAYUNO Y SE DIRIGIO A LA PUERTA.
MARIE:-A DONDE VAS TOMMY-
THOMAS:-A CASA DE XAVIER Y FRED-
MARIE:-NO TARDES TOMMY-
THOMAS SALIO DE CASA Y LLAME A JAZZ, QUE VINIERA POR QUE ESTABA ABURRIDA.
AL LLEGAR JAZZ.
JAZZ:-¿CUANDO LLEGAN TUS PADRES MARIE?-
MARIE:-NO SE JAZZ
DE PRONTO SONO EL TELEFONO
ISABELLA:-¿COMO HAS ESTADO MARIE-
MARIE:-MUY BIEN Y USTEDES-
ISABELLA:-ESTAS CON JAZZ, MARIE-