i collect certaintiesloneliness will be my first death.i collect certainties1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
No Longer NumbI'm tired of being what you want me to beNo Longer Numb2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.
I walk into my house, and I'm instantly bombed with my parents yells.
"Why do you have an F on a gym test?!"
"Did you even study?!"
I sigh, closing the door behind me as my little sisters disappear upstairs to play.
"Sorry mom, sorry dad...."
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
"Mom, I don't want to do-!"
"You're going to take swimming, and you're gonna like it."
"Trust us, Veronica, we know what's best for you."
I bite my tongue, like I have to do everyday to survive.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.
I'm reading a oneshot that one of the people
on begging to be yourselfI don't want to die. I've never wanted to die, not even when I curled into an apostrophe and muttered the half-wish to the walls of my flesh.on begging to be yourself11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
All I've ever wanted is a word. I want a word for the ache between my xylophone ribs that doesn't make my loved ones shudder with misinterpretation and distrust of my volatile heart; I want a word to encompass the missing parts that I cannot remember the names of; I want a word that will explain to people that it's okay that I'm not whole, because not-whole doesn't always equate to being broken.
I can tell you that my heart aches the way a blade of grass bends in a summer storm, my skin feels like drying watercolours on pavement and I can feel the highway of my veins inside my flesh, but I can't tell you that I have the word I need. I don't have it, but my knees are puckered from prayer that someone out there does and that one day they'll press poetry into my ears and share it with me like a secret.
I don't want to die. All I want is to be allowe
.Spend time with your loved ones before its too late..1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Talk to them for the last time.
Reminence old memories and the good times you had.
Eat lunch and dinner with them before they get too critical.
Life is much too short to not stay at peace with them.
Best Friend Love“You know, I realized something the other day.”Best Friend Love3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
“And what would that be?”
“I’m in love. I have been for a very long time.”
“What? But how is that possible? I would have known!”
“You would think that one of us would notice, but now that I think about it, it makes sense that we didn’t.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it wasn’t obvious. It was so simple it slipped past everybody.”
“Then how did you finally figure it out?”
“Think about it. What does everyone want in a partner?”
“Well, I want someone who can make me laugh, who makes me feel comfortable and who picks me up when I fall down. Someone who has seen me at my worst and stayed, someone who has an actual investment in me and someone who would care if I disappeared from their life.”
“Yes! Yes, that exactly. That’s what we all want from a partner.”
“Okay, I’m following so
Shattered TrustShattered Trust19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Trust is something that can easily be broken. It is fragile,
like glass. One small mistake and it shatters.
The people dear to you, who have known you all your life,
can break your heart with just one sentence, a few words.
With just one accusation.
And once broken, trust and your heart, even if they heal,
will always have a scar to remind you.
I have made many mistakes and have had my heart stomped on several times...
each time, i break a little more.
I feel like a window which has cracks all over.
I feel like one more blow and I will shatter, never to be fixed again.
And yet still I trust, for that is in my nature.
I trust and I break.
My heart heals but ech break has left a scar.
And I am afraid, one day, there will be so many scars that
my heart will be able to heal no longer and give up with an exausted sigh.
That day I will shatter...I will be gone...no longer a human
For I will have no heart or trust.
he is.you arehe is.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
and bile in the back of my throat.
forever dancing through my fingertips.
convey cryptic notions,
in an ancient tongue spoken by titans.
are a gateway
to a vast sanctuary of knowledge.
is a battlefield
and everyone else has already lost.
Leben eines Teenagers #215. September. Ich sitze im Englischunterricht. Sie neben mir. Eine Klassenkameradin steht vorne, hält einen Vortrag, ich höre nicht zu. Ich kann mich einfach nicht konzentrieren, wenn sie neben mir sitzt. Wir schreiben, schieben einen Zettel hin und her. Planen die Zukunft unseres Rollenspiels. Ich frage mich, warum unsere Charaktere zusammen sind, wir aber nicht.Leben eines Teenagers #21 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Ich denke an die Klassenfahrt. Wahrheit-Tat-Pflicht mit unserer Dritten im Rollenspiel-Bunde und noch einem weiteren Mädchen. Fragen wie „Seid ihr hetero-, homo- oder bisexuell?“ Ich antworte mit letzterem. Beobachte sie aus dem Augenwinkel. Ich weiß schon länger, dass sie bisexuell ist. Ich habe Gedichte über sie geschrieben. Ich weiß, dass sie weiß, dass sie von ihr handeln. Ich hoffe auf Aufgaben wie „Küss sie“.
Ich sitze neben ihr auf ihrem Bett, schreibe an noch einem Gedicht über sie. Sie will lesen. Ich blocke ab.
Sie sitzt auf dem Scho
Always HereYou are young and you have your whole life ahead of you, but you trued to throw that all away. Why would you try that? I could not even describe the emotions I went through when I found out, I could not stand to lose you... not yet.Always Here2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Personal struggles,an ex boyfriend, and school.. these were majority of the things that were troubling you. I hated knowing that I could not be there with you like everyone else was, it hurt knowing I could not help in any way.
Up until now I have only heard stories, but now it is a reality.. to almost lose someone you love and who is a dear friend to you. While everyone else was slowly falling apart, I tried to remain strong and show no fear.. in the end I was the comic relief everyone needed, I always seemed to make people feel better.
Now, you are back home where you belong but life is still kind of rough. There is a long road ahead, but with family and friends you will get through this.
old ghosts and our half-dead friendsHere it’s simple: you and me and everyone else are dying.old ghosts and our half-dead friends2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Radium’s most stable isotope has a half-life of one thousand and six hundred years, decaying steadily into radon gas. We would not live to see it stabilise, not us insignificant things. And radon gas—at its most unwavering, nearly four days to stabilise into nothingness. The whole planet’s choked on radon, wouldn’t you know, and it’ll kill you in high doses.
It’s a slow death, a cancerous lump in the back of your throat every time someone looks too long at you, and it fits nicely with our allotted shelf-life of eighty years. Slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady is a natural death. Slow and steady is a gentle decline into dying, and that’s how we’d ought to go, how you’d ought to start looking at things. You are too damn self-destructive for your own good, but you already knew that.
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- Let It All Out -- Let It All Out -1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Let go the feelings
Like the blood spilling
Out of your unhealable wounds
Invisible for your 'friends'
But still forever here
Your own mind is screaming
While you are still hunting
Your reason of being alive here
You should end up everything, dear
The Night Knows What The Heart Doesn'tThere is a subtlety in *your voice that I cannot hear. That I don't need to hear. *You tell it all with those eyes of *yours. I toss and I turn but the only thing, the *only damn thing* that will get my eyes to close is to envision *you there, *your arms wrapped around me, holding me close and keeping me safe from the demons inside my head. I feel *you there, and I sigh. *You kiss me gently and I whimper in the night, needing to be ever closer to *your body. I notice my breathing quicken just a bit. My anxiety is wanting to come because it knows. It knows *you're not here and it knows, it knows, it knows. I close my eyes tightly and I imagine *you taking my hand and squeezing and, gently moving closer to *you to feel *you upon me, *your fingers trying to trace circles on my back, I close my eyes and fall into slumber.The Night Knows What The Heart Doesn't2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
La vida es bella ^_^So, here is my translation of RMS-OLYMPIC's beautiful text, in Spanish! Thank you so much!La vida es bella ^_^2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
(¡Pues, aquí está mi traducción del precioso texto de RMS-OLYMPIC, en español! ¡Muchas gracias! )
Personal experiences of late have taught me one thing very important.
(Las experiencias personales anteriores me han enseñado una cosa muy importante.)
Life is precious. We need to savor it.
(La vida es preciosa. Necesitamos saborearla.)
Simple news, it seems to you, and rather cliche in the idea such things have been said before, but I thought I would just post a reminder again.
(Simples noticias, y aunque sea un estereotipo trillado la idea de que estas cosas se han dicho antes, pensé que podría solo compartir un recordatorio de nuevo.)
When we are born, our parents and loved ones automatically assume we will live to be in our 80's and
RiotsRiots2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Beneath the sheets, cozy in my bed, hide me away.
I close the blinds, pull the curtains. Let me have my peace.
Outside there is chaos. The pandemonium goes on, creeping forth in short bursts. They suffer out there. If you acknowledge it, you are drawn in, sucked away.
Our faceless guardians have shed their shells for power, have become out nameless oppressors.
Masks. They are etched hatefully with loving smiles, a soft sight for a harsh reality. Our guardians turned oppressors hold us at bay, brandishing their weapons with light-hearted words.
Give me not false freedom. Do not hold a loving hand out to me just to aim the barrel of the gun with the other. I can see your lies, we can see your lies. Pull the trigger if you will but swallow your blasphemous words.
I am no fool.
I creep from my bed, from the safety of its warmth and peek through my window where lights flash through the blinds. Red, white, and blue has a whole new meaning in the rearview. You feed on the fear of those withou
Golden Days.Childish delight upon sun ripen noons,Golden Days.2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Do you recall the days in which were our pride and joy?
Buzzing of little motors and a neighborhood full of children,
It was a hidden life.
The smell of lemons and chlorine in our hair,
Do you remember the days where we kids used to pile up in one driveway and talk about any and everything?
The days that seemed to have stretched infinitely;
You remember that?
It was us against the world.
All of us hellions.
Come and join,
Age wasn't an issue.
Rag-tagged and bright-eyed we were,
There is always room for another.
It was only in that one summer did I ever live a child's dream and it was the best one yet.
The way we'd run up and down the road without a care in the world;
Where we would knock on each other's doors with adventure in our step.
Times where playing pretend wasn't a thing of the imagination.
Where the only gadget we needed was a radio with a built in CD player.
Canned Pepsi and Coca-Cola sweating just like we were under the su
You're just an organArgh! Can't you just leave me alone.You're just an organ2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
What part of it will never happen, don't you understand?
For my sanity, I don't want to be in a relationship.
You really are a troublesome emotion.
I'm better off alone. Can't you see that?
Stupid heart. You're only supposed to pump blood throughout my body.
'Give up the fight and let it die.' Red; 'If we only'
To a Friend...I know you're hurting right now. But please stay strong and hold onto all my hand and all our friends. Because no matter what, we'll help pull you out of the hole you've dug so deep.To a Friend...14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My dear friend, please don't cry. It hurts to see tears running down your face and when your smile in non-existent.
My dear friend, please stop hurting. You mean something to us, me, you, and all our friends care for you. We're like family and it really hurts us to see you down.
My dear friend, don't let anyone get to you. Some people are cruel, but you don't need them in your life. So don't get upset over this, there's people who support you.
My dear friend, don't hold so much in. If you need a shoulder to cry on, please talk to us. It hurts for you to hide the pain and smile, but it hurts us more when you hide something from us.
My dear friend, don't worry and stress so much. If someone hurts you or tries to bring you down, know that we'll stand by your side. No matter what.
Smile? A tru