Freedom of Speech.You have your freedom of speech. You have every right to speak your mind, to voice your opinion. It’s okay to “butt in” when you feel it’s necessary to protect someone who can’t help themselves.Freedom of Speech.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You have every right to go against that person who’s speaking bullshit and spreading false rumors. You have the right to stand up for that stranger down the street.
You have your freedom of speech.
On the other hand, want to know what you don’t have?
The freedom to belittle someone openly, the right to bully that kid around the corner, the right to insult those who think differently.
Freedom of speech does not mean you can offend everyone that disagrees with you. Lower your pride and know when you're wrong.
Puppet's AshesSo once again you've done this to me,Puppet's Ashes2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
As if I wouldn't figure it out.
I may be a fucking puppet,
But I'm not as stupid as I appear to be.
So that's fine, I hope you're happy,
Because I'll go and find my last match.
I'll ignite it,
Listening to the satisfying FFT noise of an ignited match.
I'll burn my strings,
I'll burn my ees and watch them melt off my face,
I'll burn my limbs and watch,
Watching them fall like lifeless tree trunks.
And finally I'll set myself on fire,
Until I'm nothing more than fucking ashes in the wind,
Free from all of the pain I've had to endure up to this point...
closeWe lived.close2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
And then, we died.
That next morning. When you were off to work. I was with my boyfriend.
Couldn't find me, could you? I wanted to run away. For some time now actually.
I spotted him one morning. At school.
He was cute, I suppose.
His eyes were blue. Like the ocean.
I wanted him to like me. Though I mostly just avoided him.
I didn't want to make a scene.
I thought if I did, you'd notice me.
I'm not really social. Don't have many 'friends.' And I prefer it that way to be honest.
We're only here for four years.
We're taught meaningless nonsense. Nothing about love. Or finding someone.
Next thing, prom comes. And we're wondering when we can get out of here.
Let's pretend that I wanted to see you.
I'm not that good with words. You've probably already guessed that.
I mostly just have my nose in books. I'm a bit of a study freak.
But I did want to meet you.
I did.. I just, couldn't find the right words to say. Even hello, was difficult.
A simple word. The start of a conversation..
Untitled"je n'ai plus d'espoir , qui pourra me redonner ce que je ressentais avant , tout le bonheur qui me possedait chaque jour de voir mes amis , ma famille ... Mais tout cela à changer , je ne suis plus qu'un souvenir pour tout le monde , je ne suis qu'un pion qu'on deplace afin d'arriver a ses fins"Untitled3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
GrandmaLately, it's been chaotic. For two weeks, I've had to help my mother care for my grandmother. She's fallen ill, and very fast. I've had to help stand her and hold her so my mother could clean her and place adult underpants on her. I've had to help give her sponge baths and dress her, give her water, wait on her hand and foot, basically. It's been hard. It was even harder watching her take her last breath. She was my neighbor for 20 years. I grew up with her, she helped raise me. She definitely is an inspiration, though. She moved around a lot when she was younger, and was never raised on a farm, but she gave herself to it after marrying my grandfather. She is seriously the strongest woman I know. But she's gone. I can't so much as even look at her house next door anymore without tearing up. I'm avoiding the living room of my own house because her picture is in there, facing the entire room. I love her, and it's just so surreal. I watched her die, I watched them bury her, I watched as hGrandma4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Uciec przeznaczeniu. 3Uwaga!! W tekście pojawia się scena seksu!Uciec przeznaczeniu. 31 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Każdy z ludzi kiedyś wybrał. Nim dusze wepchnięte zostały w tą marną skorupę, musieli wybrać, kogo będą wielbić.
Pan trzymał ich w swojej dłoni i pytał:
„Chcesz być dobrym czy złym człowiekiem? Będziesz kochać czy nienawidzić?”
Większość odpowiada wtedy „ Chce być taka jak Ty Panie, być czystą miłością” Bóg wtedy uśmiecha się do duszy, którą kiedyś stworzył. Niektóre dusze są stare niczym świat i ludzie rodzący się z nich są pełni życiowej mądrości chodź nie skończyli dwudziestu lat, lub są niewykształconymi chłopami. Niektóre natomiast są młode, tworzone przez Boga niedawno. Są nierozważne i naiwne. To na nie polo
Independence Day ParadeWhat I sawIndependence Day Parade1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
This fourth of July
Were flags on the ground
And hands in the sky,
Reaching and grabbing
For a treat or a toy
That parents would snatch
'Fore the kids could enjoy.
What was it, really,
That I saw on parade,
If the patriotism
Was just a charade?
55she sits her sorrows on icy blue lashes553 days ago in Emotional More Like This
and smiles away the tears
and when the moon turns red
she hides herself away in graves
and she has slit a smile through her lips
so they know she is at peace
shes written all her stories down beneath her skin
in careful bloody letters
and she says she hopes
she rots into rocks who stare into the moon
and into the winds that whisper into souls
so that red may grow from under her bones
through his veins
and down his throat
MorgengrauDa wo die trüben Schattenseen in den Tälern,Morgengrau3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Oberhalb deiner milchigen Wangen überflossen,
Einst kleine glühende Sterne
In den Weiten deiner bunten Selbst.
Nächtliches Dunkel zieht sich bis zu den
Haar bis nach unten
Verflochten mit den Zweifeln.
Eingebettet in karminfarbene Blumen,
Um die violettblauen Stellen,
Den 'süßen' Schmerz zu verdecken.
Die helfenden Seile ins Vergessen zu stürzen.
Fingerspitzen auf der Suche nach
Etwas Beständigkeit etwas Leben,
Verlieren sich in den Löchern
Deiner spindeldürren Knochen.
Waghalsig, denn Schönheit vergeht.
Plötzlich stehst du am Fenster
Mit nichts außer den
Schreienden Geistern aus einer
Verplanten Zeit. Weggeschmissen.
Wärme ist ein Traum, eine Fantasie, ein Hirngespinst.
Schaust an dir herab.
Hübsch siehst du aus.
Bedächtiger Blick auf die minzfarbenen Schuhe.
Alles perfekt. Der Anblick passt.
My DearI remember when we first met. It was online and we started off friendly. We exchanged emails and talked about many things. We talked about things we liked and slowly I grew to feel for you. Something changed in me when I knew that i felt the way I did. I waited for you to respond to my emails, in anticipation that you would catch up on my hints that I liked you.My Dear2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
One day you did. That was the day we started to be with one another. I was so devoted to you. I looked to you for answers. I loved you. I really did. I thought that feeling would last forever. It lasted almost three years. But you not being with me...It hurt. It hurt me in a way never knew I could be hurt.
Now, I need it to end. I need my pain to be no more. I want to love, but I cant be without touch. I wish to be held and kissed. Not just think about what it would feel like if it were you. I loved you. I truly did. But time......It changes people. It makes them realize what they had was just a piece of the puzzle that m
ConstructConstruct3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I fight all night and work all day.
I’m so tired, but I’ll be okay.
I’ll find my way to you someday,
You reassure me that you’ll wait.
On and on the routine goes,
Get up, get dressed, work and go.
I swear I see you on the street,
Or in the landscape as I sleep…
I’m seeing things and feeling ill,
I feel heavy, I’ve had my fill.
But I will drag my feet until,
I’ve found my way by pure will.
I’m not even sure where this path will go,
Or if the result is worth the woes,
Each passing day -as the silence could-
Is taking away all the resolve I would.
I’m waiting for you to follow,
Or waiting for you to leave,
But this is exhausting me.
If you share my troubles, just share the lead.
Construct yourself a path with me.
Lavender.I heard the cold bitter silence flow through my veins as I pace back and forth on the ice cold tiled floor in my room. While my room is silent, the room in my mind is full. Its occupied by a million thoughts, yelling at me, commanding me, instructing me, crying with me. I fall to the ground with my back against the lavender wall. I always liked the colour lavender... It was the rosy feminine pink mixed with the cool calm masculine blue.. Offtrack. Back to thinking. Was I going to do it? No. I can't. Yes. I can. Hold on. Wait. My heart is racing faster than a sprinter trying to break the one hundred meter world record. I'm like the sprinter, I'm so close to my goal but I can't get to it. I simply can't get to the gold and to hold it in my hand, thanking whoever was there as I smile proudly as I whisper... This is who I am. Wait no back on track. But I can't. I can't go back on track. I'm shaking. I'm shivering. I'm as cold as ice. I'm the conductor, the orchestra and my own audience tonLavender.4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Set apart for God. I am here to guide you.July 1, 2015 Set apart for God.Set apart for God. I am here to guide you.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I read ACTS 13:1-3. Footnote: Set apart for God. Then Jesus says to me, “Take on the full armor of God. Draw upon my strength with your given spirit and stand strong. I AM with you.”
July 2, 2015 I am here to guide you.
I read, ACTS 13:4-12. The LORD says to me, “Peace be with you and work in my name. I have given you Spirit of truth and am here to guide you. Do not worry on what to say but my Spirit will guide you his word on what you should say in my name.”
Goodbye And this will be the last time I can properly hear your voice through a lone text before you lost your life. Your face is stuck behind my eye lids, nothing more than a smile and a laugh flowing through my brain. And reading back through our conversations saved on my phone won’t bring you back. I don’t want to let you go for good, to never see that smile again. I'm not sure if I’ll be able to face your motionless body, to say a goodbye. I don’t want to forget how many times I've see tears slide down your face in the middle of the night. And the last time I saw you, you were so happy. So lost in happiness that I was the one who lost what it meant. You pretended just like how I pretend every day. I’ll still keep my promise, that I would carry both of us. Maybe we’ll meet again in a new life, born again into a life you can be proud of. I hope the universe will spare you with a soft travel. I hope you’ll watch over us uGoodbye 20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Bittersweet Heartbreak (A two-faced Janus)I know I am dreaming when I think about love. But I don't want it to be a dream; so my emotions are tangled; and I end up weeping, solitary and mangled. I dream of sweet love... but on the flip side of the coin... I dream of sorrow and heartbreak and lost joy. Why does it feel so good to succumb to tears? To be weak and dream of the endless frontier; of heartbreaks... They say grief is an aphrodisiac, (I have no clue if I spelled that right). But why do I want to be sad!? I don't want to give up on my life! Perhaps I am afraid of love and men; so I keep on dreaming of sadness again and again; to remind myself that love is just a fantasy; to stimulate my sensual perception; but remember that it always ends badly.Bittersweet Heartbreak (A two-faced Janus)4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
To sum it up, all in one take----> My greatest fear is bittersweet heartbreak.
You stole and broke my heart...... and I apologized for being heartless.You stole and broke my heart...21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Windows of LoveWindows of LoveWindows of Love2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Who i am?
I see thru the windows, the countless glass doors to the was, the could have been, and what never was meant to be.
Many are they; they gave me memories of love, joy, lust and grieve.
Mostly grieve, grieve of the gentleman who let it be, the virgin anxious boy that was, the tired young man that lost his cherry to a woman that didn’t believe I his innocence.
Broken for love , wondering once and again in a barbwire of despair what he should have done on that night where he rushed to be with her , HER , the one he didn’t believe he could meet and with who he passed date after date in the most magical week of his live , with who he almost found absolute joy , but he didn’t she told him she made her feel safe and yet she was afraid of the next steep , he was ready , she wasn’t so he as the gentleman he was always meant to be stopped , the damage was already done , she broke his heart like a bullet thr
Two roads. 11.7.14 11:46am There are two roads, since I have lost you. Two roads and one decision. My destiny, my fate, the over all outcome of what may become of me; is going to be shaped by one simple thing. Which way?Two roads. 11.7.14 11:46am2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The road to the rehab and recovery from you. It leads toward acceptance that you're better off, and maybe someday letting go won't be so impossible. This road will be long and difficult, and I will create many oceans even when they think I'm doing okay. In time, along this road I may collect the necessary pieces to rebuild myself, and the strength to love myself more in case you ever come back again. If I take this road, I have to accept the apology you never gave me, and come to peace that our unsaid goodbye which lacked explanation; dooming us at this cliff hanger. The end of this road will lead me to that cliff, and I'll either jump off it, or soar on my own.
The other road is the one I am on, and have been since you exited my life, and I rea
Food for thoughtMy Eunectes murinus does not wish to partake unless your gluteus maximus is of an ample volume.Food for thought3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
whats wrong with me.I often have conversations with myself. No one else listens. I'm like a puppet. Controlled. Always perfect. I'm just fine in my glass house I call home. Where the word Imperfect doesn't exist. I'm not insane I've just had a bad daywhats wrong with me.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A caterpillar loverThe void was inevitable... the vacuum that started to swolen and to slowly creep under her skin quickly took hold of her heart. She stared at his sleeping face trying to calm her now hammering heart. There's no point in running away, she repeated mentally like holding on to dear life. Her throat felt like she was going to choke and her eyes filled up slowly with tears. What was she going to do? How could she feel this way? She was staring at the only man who could honestly and deeply love her and she loved him like nobody else existed. The moment she saw his eyes again she knew it, there could not be anyone else. She had ruled out every single asshole and cried out of disappointment with every single one of them and she felt she was over that. She wanted to love without all the drama.A caterpillar lover19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So contradictive on the other hand was to feel that she no longer felt comfortable there. She still loved him deeply but there was a force dragging her away, like she was doom to misery and wrath.
No es nuestro destinoNo es nuestro destino1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Todos los días escribo una carta, una carta dedicada a ti. La escribo y repito las palabras en mi mente una y otra vez, hasta que olvido deliberadamente esas palabras en el curso de recordarlas. Tomo la carta y la quemo. Porque sé que jamás la leerás.
Lo sé con certeza. De la misma manera que sé que jamás sabrás mi nombre. No mirarás mi rostro. No sentirás mi piel. No olerás mi perfume. No me escucharás susurrar tu nombre cada mañana. No sentirás mi toque sobre tu mejilla. No sentirás el calor de mi abrazo. No caminarás a mi lado. No jugarás conmigo. No me hablarás. No me llamarás. No me verás. No sentirás mi amor.
Porque nuestros destinos no están entrelazados. No es tú destino conocerme. No es mi destino estar contigo.
No puedo coser nuestras vidas. Aunque lo trato, las puntas de mis dedos no alcanzan el extremo del hilo.
Esperanza. Siempre hay esperanza.