PuppetThese strings on my limbs,Puppet6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
dictating my every move,
will I ever be free?
God's Love.My mother sent this to me today:God's Love.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
There is so much hate and evil in this world, it's like people have no desire to love anymore. They lock themselves in their own little world, and ignore it. They ignore their brothers and sisters, they ignore their calling, and they ignore God.
Everyone on this Earth was created for a purpose. No baby is born evil, all humans were created to do good and to show God's love.
But sometimes that doesn't happen.
Sometimes the devil gets his way.
This is what is happening in Irag. The devil got his way, and now millions of Christians are being forced to flee their homes.
And it's not just Christians.
It's mothers having to choose which children they can take with them as they flee, which children they can save, because there isn't enough room in the get away car, and if they stay ALL of them will die.
It's nine year old girls getting sold as sex slaves for as cheap as a pair of Nike's sneakers.
It's thousands of widows w
On SeclusivenessAs long as I can remember, I've always kept myself away from large crowds and have preferred silence over the noise of everyday chatter and celebration. I find peace when I'm alone, but many times I have looked at others and wonder why they are so lively and cheerful when the spotlight shines on them. How come I differ? Am I not as important as them? For many years I have struggled with this question, and the only solution I could turn to was seclusion. I hid myself from others. I blended well within society, and for a long time it felt like no one even acknowledged my existence. For a long time, I thought this was okay. And it felt okay. But the more this beast named Acknowledgement sneered at me, the more I realized that I craved it. I wanted others to know who I was, even if I was all alone and different than them.The only problem I faced was seclusion, who was my only friend for many years. It always had a firm grip on my arm, and pulled me away from acknowledgement. I fouOn Seclusiveness4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Tal vez un simple encendedor para ustedes-¿Por qué tienes eso todo el tiempo?Tal vez un simple encendedor para ustedes1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
-¿De qué te sirve?
-Es un simple "escupe fuego"
-Mi abuelo tiene miles de esos
-Eso es basura, no entiendo porque lo cargas
La gente me dice varias cosas sobre mi pequeña actitud, sobre mi pequeña costumbre de llevar este peculiar objeto conmigo a todos lados.
Lo que ellos no entienden es la historia que existe detrás de este pequeño encendedor...
Mi papá lo usaba desde que tengo memoria, era suyo y de nadie más. Siempre lo tenía consigo y el encendedor tomaba su peculiar aroma, su típico perfume.
Cada vez que mi papá se iba de viaje me lo dejaba para que lo recuerde; el encendedor seguía con su típico aroma.
Yo dormía con ese pequeño objeto, lo llevaba al colegio y a todos lados. Así hasta que mi papá volviera de su viaje.
Un día mi papá enfermó, según los doctores no tendría cura y le quedaban unos cuántos meses.
Untitled. I messed up. Royally. My favorite crayon, the lovely “Violet Blue,” was grasped awkwardly in my left hand. In the glorious rush of coloring, it had strayed from the black borders of the horse’s face and trespassed into the vacuum of whiteness. It left an irrevocable streak of purple across the page that even an eraser could not fix. I looked at the error, not believing my eyes – I mean, come on! I had just been invited to sit with them: the master color-book artists of Sunny Hill Daycare. Britney, longtime member and arguably leader of these crayon junkies, looked up with a scowl on her face. She pulled the coloring book we were sharing closer to her, exaggerating her movements enough to warrant attention from others. She made a half-sneer, kind of pulling one side of her lip up to show teeth and spit out “What is that?”Untitled.2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Still recovering from the shock of my mistake, I muttered something un
ATROPH: What's your name?Oh, what a pretty name! One of the twins has a daughter named Lotte too, and she has a brother named Niek. The twins are my sister's children, but my twin sister died young so I raised them by myself.ATROPH: What's your name?1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Every. Fucking. Time, she hears my name...
It started getting annoying, but I made a game out of it, some kind of memory.
And the best part is when every time I finish her sentence correctly, she goes: 'Yes, Yes!'
It's like my personal game show!
WedrowkaByłeś kiedyś w górach? Sądzę, że nawet, jeśli nie doświadczyłeś tego osobiście, to słyszałeś lub czytałeś wiele opowieści o trudzie zdobywania szczytów i pięknie górskich widoków. Każdy szlak jest inny, nie da się porównać dwóch różnych podejść, dwóch karłowatych sosen, dwóch schronisk. A już na pewno nie do porównania są widoki ze szczytu i to niesamowite uczucie, niemalże nie do opisania, towarzyszące zakończeniu wędrówki.Wedrowka1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Za każdym razem, kiedy staję na początku szlaku, wychodząc z bezpiecznej turystycznej miejscowości u podnóża góry, myślę, że szczyt nie jest daleko. Opuszczając gwarne, barwne miasteczko, mam wrażenie, że moja podróż będzie jedynie lekkim spacerkiem, niewiele trudniejszym ni&
To a special friendWe are children again, blowing dandelion seeds into the wind, like a serious act of spreading knowledge, and we are content in the mutual delusion of love.To a special friend2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Cadaver loves Metal Heart, and Metal Heart loves Cadaver. Even the fights we have are expressions of that nameless thing between a six-year-old and his imaginary tiger friend - utterly innocent and sexless, yet full of fondness and deep understanding, born of shared joys and temptations, but also wounds and journeys on the hard, steep road of learning, which leads to ever new summit but never a final one - never an ultimate end. Yet there is an end, a final transition from this foreign world of humanity to a home half-forgotten, yet longed-for in dreams and sleepless nights. Home... that dark, damp, comfortable place with only the quiet gnawing of the maggots to break the silence, and then not even that - just the wind blowing through emptied-out ribcages, telling tales of lovely things to be found in place of once-beating hearts.
Do Wyjscia Tamtedy.Deszcz pada. Nie, nie pada, leje. Nakurwia wręcz.Do Wyjscia Tamtedy.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Stoję i moknę. Nie potrafię się ruszyć. Zimno mi jak wszyscy diabli, ale nawet nie staram się stanąć w suchym miejscu. Nie potrafię.
Buty mi przemiękły, cholera skarpetki też już mam mokre. I jak tu wrócić do domu. Znowu będą się na mnie darli.
Wyciągam rękę i łapię w nią krople deszczu. Co ciekawe, każda która uderzy w moją skórę sprawia mi ból. Każda maleńka kropelka coraz mocniej i mocniej wbija mnie w szary chodnik.
Staję się, mała, malutka.
Zakochałam się w kimś. Uwielbiam, gdy się uśmiecha. Uwielbiam te włosy o różnych odcieniach. I gdy rozmawiamy o różnych anime, i kiedy się tak emocjonuje nowym fickiem na Sasayaku no Kage. Gdy pyta się, czy idziemy do Blue City. I nawet wtedy, k
DepressionHave you ever felt invisible, like no matter what you do, nobody notices you?Depression1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Have you ever felt like everyone in the world is purposefully ignoring you?
This is how I feel 24/7
I drown the world out with my music, nobody talks to me anyway, so why bother hearing anything if nobody hears you?
This is the world I live in, this...
Is who I am...
Ranting"You love too much."Ranting1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Coming from a man, with thorns for words and shouts for advice. Maybe, yes, I love too easily. But perhaps that better, for me. Because if I love, I will love with my entire being, or feel nothing at all. I have never gotten a chance to share my love before, and I am nothing but awkward, but my first marriage will be my only marriage or nothing at all.
Who you fall in love with isn't your choice, but staying in love with them is.
"You trust too easily."
Do I? Do I trust too easily? With locks around my heart and dust settling in what should be my passions? I have so few people who would ever understand me, hardly even my friends, yet I try. I believe my judgment is well placed, but, hey, I've been wrong before.
Those I trust have fought for my secret, hidden heart. It is not easy.
"You're so lazy."
Lazy? I struggle to get out of bed seven days a week, let alone be able to do much else. Hell, today it was an accomplishment to get myself in jeans and look
Quote of the day #5Sticks and stones may break your bones, but names leave psychological scars that never heal.Quote of the day #51 week ago in Emotional More Like This
-Nettle's coat was torn and full of thorns. For the first time in her life she'd tried being fashionable instead of her usual white blouse and she'd ruined it chasing after a suicidal man in a forest.-3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Delilah stared at the chipped porcelain cup on the table.
She always hated earl grey.
Andrew poured himself another cup of hot water and brandy. He'd used the last teabag for Delilah. Not even on his second cup and he already smelled drunk.
"...do you know why... cats can be more faithful than dogs...?"
She stood over the ravine. Miraculously, when the man had jumped he landed on the other side of the ravine. Death was never given to those who seeked it.
Nettle did not think twice. She jumped after him and did her best to look anywhere but down.
Andrew's hand shook. He could not hold his cup properly now.
"Dogs... are not good. Trained... naught but a loyal servant. Cats... think for themselves. Smart."
Delilah stared down at her steaming cup. She pushed it away farther a
I Grow To Be A ChildI once was an infant, so calm and sweetI Grow To Be A Child3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
In my loving mother's arms.
She nursed me, bathed me
And wrapped me in a blanket, snug and warm.
I once was a toddler, so innocent and loved
On my loving father's shoulders.
He taught me, carried me, and lead me
As we caught fish from our canoe.
I grew to be her princess, so mystified and shy
In my loving family's home.
Sister brushed my hair and dressed me
In all her favorite dresses, and we were princesses.
I grew to be his admirer, so awed and intrigued
In my loving family's home.
Brother gave me remotes and video games
To play for hours, sometimes to our heart's content.
I grew to watch my siblings, so saddened and confused
In my aging family's home.
Sister didn't play with me, she had other friends
And boys she liked, boys that liked her back.
I grew to watch my siblings, so heartbroken and afraid
In my aging family's home.
Brother shut me out, in his room he stayed alone
To mourn his broken heart, while mine was breaking too.
I grew to meet
Jasmine Part 2Jasmine Part 21 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Jasmine Part 2
After being overwhelmed, Jimmy finally collected himself. He stood up and helped Jasmine back up as well. She continued to hold little Brian who looked like he would never ever let go again. Jim grabbed both of her arms and looked her in the eyes, almost laughing now. “Hah... how? Jasmine, we were told you died years ago! The plane went down into the sea!” Jasmine closed her eyes, swallowed and nodded and began to explain
“The plane did go down in the middle of the ocean, it had sunk and we were assumed to have not have survived. They were wrong, but it wasn't there fault, they didn't know. Me and Jean-Claude survived!”
Jim blinked and shook his head in shock. “Jean-Claude is alive too!?”
“Yes.” She continued “We got on a life boat and we made it to an island where we were stranded for the last 3 years,until a boat came by and finally saved me, him, and her.”
Jim gave her a puzzled look, “Her?”
We meet again.Here we are.We meet again.5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
At the same spot we first met.
It was such a terrible time.
But of course, those are the only times you show up.
Always trying to get me to stay with you, and leave everyone.
But no, I won't do that.
I'm smarter than that.
I'm smarter than you.
I will live my life to the fullest no matter how much pain you put on me.
And so, it's farewell again, Depression.
CancerContradiction. That's what I apparently am. Though, I can see how the assumption can be concluded.Cancer5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Loyal. Patient. Loving. Adaptable. Shrewd.
But I'm also moody, clingy, self-pitying, over-sensitive and self-absorbed. Thinking of my own issues and not seeing others as top priority when I can't get my own act together. I'm independent, in that I can think for myself, but when my mind is made up, I will remain stuck in my stubborn ways until I am swayed by a loved one or close friend. I hate speaking negatively, but that's just what my thoughts are.
I try to stay happy when others are sad because I want us all to feel good about ourselves like I pretend to, yet when it doesn't work I only beat myself down for no reason at all. How can I help what you feel when you're your own person, after all?
Comforting others is second-nature to me, and in return for expressing what I will allow, you get a miniscule peek into my heartfelt feelings for you. But, you don't even know the d
Ironic How No One Will Read ThisThe older I get, the more I feel like it’s part of my purpose to be nearly entirely alone. I used to have this array of people I talked to and spent time with. I used to be relatively liked and admired by other people. I used to find great enjoyment in sharing my mind with others, and experiencing theirs in turn.. Though as the years have dragged on, and I find myself inching closer to being thirty years old, I’ve learned that no one really cares about anyone else. People are only ever drawn to you because of something they think they can get out of you. Most of the time it’s either money, exposure, or sex. When you provide none of that, people eventually scatter like bugs when you flick on the light. The light of your true intentions.. Which to know people. To connect with them. Even to love them. No one cares about any of that, and you eventually become old news to everyone you’ve ever met.Ironic How No One Will Read This5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
When you get closer to thirty, chances are, most of your
AtheistIf there's no heaven nor hell,Atheist6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
if the after-life is a dream.
Does it means that our life is futile, that what we do here has no importance?
Or does it means that it's the only thing that matters?
Traumatic Trilogy 3/3 - Loss and DevotionLots of people know me as someone who's very devoted to others in terns of friendships, support, and overall, just being there for others. There are a number of reasons for this, but there's one in particular that far outshines all the others - I figured it was time to talk about it now, so that everyone will understand where my devotion - and the strength behind it - comes from.Traumatic Trilogy 3/3 - Loss and Devotion6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
That reason...is losing my father; the circumstances of his death, and the one gift he passed onto me - something far more precious than the money or material possessions I inherited from him.
So, I guess I'll start from the beginning - my beginning, in fact:
My mother and father divorced shortly after I was born; he went to live in Maryland, while I stayed in California with my mother. I still don't really know the exact details or really even the reason for their divorce, and I never got a straight answer from my mother upon asking her...probably because for as long as I can remember,
An Open Letter to YouDear You,An Open Letter to You3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I’m not really sure where to start this. I can’t help but think of how you’ve always believed me to be strong. Well, I’m not sure how strong I am when I’m writing this but not actually intending to give it to you. I think if I tried to say these things in person I would break down. I would let you back in, and I don’t know if that’s the best thing for me. I might actually break next time.
I guess everything started out freshman year. We got close. We spent damn near 4 years next to each other. We smiled, cried, and laughed together: weekend band trips, sleepovers, and deep discussions about our favorite books or fandoms. We seemed to fit together like two pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle.
Well, at least, that’s how I thought it was. Granted, I was only under this impression until the night when you, “Felt sorry for him while he was dating you because you are so mean,” and you “Didn’t understand why you we
When my eyes are cured, I will..When my eyes are cured, I will…When my eyes are cured, I will..4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
…I will be more passionate about taekwondo and fighting. I´ll take practice more serious and think more thoroughly about how to fight and tactics. My desire is to be a good fighter -one that my Masters can be proud of.
Above all I want to be able to have great battles. Have strong opponents that I would never think I could defeat and then face them and through skill and heart win impossible fights.
I also want fights where I do not win but where I smile anyways because it has been a great battle.
Furthermore there is importance to being a good fighter. I want to inspire other people, I want to be able to teach martial arts to other people and have the confidence and skills to back my knowledge.
I want to become a true martial artist with true skills.
…I will travel the world and discover it in all its beauty. I wish to see the soft shores of New Caledonia and look closely at tiny little plants with their tiny little flower p
Black BloodFree form, because I'm fucking lazy.Black Blood3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Your blood boils black
Mine boils red
You difference between you and I isn't interest
It's a broken fact
You're incapable of love -- incapable of compassion
I gave my heart to you in it's entirety
And you fucking laughed
And now we stand here
Just you and me
Right place, wrong time
You're just a tomb stone, rotting by time
I loved you with such passion
And you felt to erase with such haste
I wanted to turn your fucking body into paste
So I did
I brought the axe into your head
Your body instantly fell limp and dead
And never once had I felt so alive
Knowing that your soul would be burning in hell
My breath is found within every man.May 16, 2015 My breath is found within every man.My breath is found within every man.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Thank you Father God for watching me and what happens to me-wither its good or bad. But your Spirit never leaves me. Wither I'd be in prison or thrown out like trash in the wilderness with no one to claim my body-wither alive or dead yet your eyes see all and hear all. Who can hear a man in a grave and bring him back to life for your glory? Is that not Spirit of God-the same one who entered man as it is written in scripture: "The LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being." Genesis 2:7. And if that is 1st proof your scripture is alive-then what part isn't?
Then the maker of my breath spoke, "My breath is found within every man, and creature who walk the earth and heaven. No one is without breath who has breath in them. And if they have breath then they also have me in them from the beginning of creation. Anyone who does not have the bre