You stole and broke my heart...... and I apologized for being heartless.You stole and broke my heart...12 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
You stabbed me in the back........ and I apologized for bleeding.You stabbed me in the back....15 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
MirrorsIt’s a lot of crying and deep breathing. Whenever I sleep, I escape into the world of dreams. When I’m awake, I become trapped in reality.Mirrors4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The mirror taunts me. “Good morning, James! This is how you look right now!”
I look like shit. My eyes are half-open. My red hair is all disheveled, the meticulous styling in tatters after 9 hours on a pillow.
I sit down in the toilet. Not because I have to, but because it makes me feel that much better about myself. Every little bit helps.
Unfortunately, I see a naked young man sitting on a toilet thanks to the mirror’s constant vigilance. Ever mindful of the surrounding environment, it shows off the clothes scattered on the floor as well as the young man they sit around.
As I stand, done with my business, I contemplate the day ahead. “Is there a chance I’ll have to go outside? Do I want to put up with my mother staring at me?” Usually the answers are yes and no, respectively.
So I let the mirror tell
4th of July I didn't watch the fireworks on the fourth of July. Instead I laid on my stomach in my side yard with my head resting on his arm as he drew patterns on my back underneath my tank top. We talked about random things. How he got sunburned at a rafting camp that week, how he was going on a day trip with his dad tomorrow, those kinds of things. The fireworks started at ten and ended at ten thirty. We stayed out until eleven before deciding that inside would be nice.4th of July 5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
We stayed in my house till eleven forty-five and watched one and a half episodes of the Twilight Zone before his mom called it a day and said that the family had to go home. I went out of the side door on my grandma's side of the house and he followed. He carried me down the stairs and we walked out to the driveway. For a solid ten minutes we just swayed back and forth. Him with his arms around my waist and me with my arms behind his neck. He occasionally complained about leaving and said that he wanted to stay until three in th
Uciec przeznaczeniu. 3Uwaga!! W tekście pojawia się scena seksu!Uciec przeznaczeniu. 36 hours 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
Day 5: Impromptu DrabbleInspiration derived from listening to Defying Gravity from Wicked, Titanium, and Let It Go while bored out of my mind on a bus ride to work.Day 5: Impromptu Drabble9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Amethyst pawed the ground with a fore hoof in impatience. She was taking much too long.
"I AM TI-TAN-I-UM!" She sang, at the top of her lungs, her voice almost cracking from the effort.
Amethyst rolled his eyes and whinnied for her to, "get her ass down here now".
She continued singing, ignoring Amethyst, "YOU SHOOT ME DOWN! BUT I WON'T FALL! I AM TITANIUM!"
Must I spell it out for her? Amethyst thought and shook his mane in resignation and annoyance, knowing nothing he would say or do would break her out of her moment. However, they really had to get going or else they would be late. After a sigh, he climbed the cliff and nudged her in the shoulder.
Come on, he thought, nudging her again. She didn't budge.
"It's too late for second-guessing. Too late to go back to sleep. It's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes, and leap." She
The Title Depends On YouChapter 1: The Path of Revenge: Page 2: Summary of the crime, blind hatredThe Title Depends On You13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"hopefully for the rest of the ride" I thought to myself".
"becuase of the crime that happened late night. I had to run away from home, I had to leave my school. Who knows what the government and police would have thought of me. I would have been a suspect, and I would have been locked up for life even if I myself was a victim. I had blood on my hands, on my shirt, on my pants. I thought about that before I ran and just grabbed thick clothes that would cover the stains away. A black colored jacket, and dark blue jeans. I was so instilled in fear that I forgot to take off the actual stained clothes".
"I just ran off in physical, emotional and mental mind numbing pain and sorrow. Before leaving, I tied a cloth around my bleeding, broken eye and then bursted out of the door in blind sorrow and only a desire for revenge. After that I looked for a train station. it took me way longer than I though
No es nuestro destinoNo es nuestro destino14 hours 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.
The Title Depends On YouChapter 1: The Path of Revenge: Page/Part 1: On The TrainThe Title Depends On You14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"with my heart aching and my head hurting I got on the train on a way to a new area once again."
The train was so full, and crowded I had no choice but to sit on the empty area of seats on the train. The reason this area was empty because the seats were very unstable. While on,
everyone around me stared directly at my scarred eye. It makes me think about that one,
tragic crime that not only took away my eye, but half of my soul as well. I hated them staring so much I just wanted to harm anyone who dared.
I did'nt allow my bad side to take over, which just made me have sorrow rather than hatred. I miss her so much, everything hurts on me. My eyes, my legs, my head and even my own emotions hurt. Still Id rather continue continue questing for my revenge than crying about it. I began dozing all off in the ride, hoping it ends soon.
I kept on keeping myself awake with the thought of my hatred, I blinked and
Independence Day ParadeWhat I sawIndependence Day Parade15 hours 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?
InvestmentIs it not that investment affects one's care for another? If you have a school project and don't want to try your best, then you may not care for the outcome nor the failing grade you may receive from it. If you put a lot of time and effort, a great deal of investment, and generally your all into your school project, then that school project may be the most precious thing to you at that moment. You worked hard for it, so you look forward to turning it in for a good grade. So, why is it that a boy I have wasted my love on claims that he has stopped loving me and ran off to chase another hasn't come to the thought that his lack of investment in the relationship is the reason for his loss of love for me? He has called me predictable, and yet anyone else would say that I am not. Perhaps it is because I have focused more on trying to be good enough for this boy rather than try to enjoy the relationship. What was there to enjoy? He didn't do much, so perhaps that is why I couldn't enjoy it.Investment15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Lilly's Story Ch. 1 and so the journey beginsLilly's Story Ch. 1 and so the journey begins15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
once apon a time, there was a family that was vary poor, each year they would sell their crops to pay for their land and house, which was $22,000, they did fine with that, they may have been poor, but they were happy. But one year they found the harvest had not grown, they needed money and they needed it fast, before they lose their land, Which was in one years time. One of the younger members of the Family, which was a little girl named Lilly Parkins, she had long messy curly hair, as red as the warm flames of a burning fire, especially when the sun hits it just right, she wore blue jean overalls, with a old fashion white shirt under it with a straw hat and rain boots. You see she decided to try her best a help her family by running away and getting a job to get the money, so she she set off with only a singly bag and the clothes on her back.
Lilly was wondering down the lonely side walk, surrounded by trees. she looked up, the sun's raise shining through the cracks in her straw
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 Dear20 hours 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
PianistaCuando intento tocar esa dulce melodía sobre recuerdos amargos, mis manos sangran. Paralizado, miro al cielo esperando una respuesta divina.Pianista22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ojos sedientos de tu alma, sin esperanza, aferrándome a la nada...
Sonrisa amarga, manos cerradas al encontrarnos, clamas nuestra muerte con una poesía. te das vuelta y ríes con vehemencia.
Cuando intento tocar la melodía de un amor perdido, mis manos fluyen agriamente al igual que las lagrimas. Con emoción miro el cielo que ha desaparecido.
Escuchando los tonos desafinados que produce mi piano imaginario, cierro mis ojos y suspiro, arrojándome al vacío de mi canción...
Puppet's AshesSo once again you've done this to me,Puppet's Ashes1 day 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...
Fighting DepressionYou find yourself lost in the ocean.Fighting Depression1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
You cannot swim to shore as you've been trapped.
While you are held down, you barely scratch the surface.
Every time you breathe, a wave crashes into you.
Then another wave.
Another, as your air turns to water.
You put your head down.
The wave has passed.
You still hold your head underwater.
You decide to drown.
For surely, there will be another wave.
hot and cold relationships.Everyone has that one person, they always go back to. They could be single, yet stuck in this wonderful curse of an off and on relationship. They have accepted that they’ll probably marry this person one day, because they’ll never see anyone else because they are blinded by one human. To me, it just seems like we always go back to that person because we are scared. The thought of going out there and meeting someone new, is terrifying. We know our current curse, we know this human in and out. We know their important actions, like how they act when they’re lying, or how they have their own way of getting to you. We also know the simple details like their favorite pass time, or how they flip their hair when it’s in their eyes. But a stranger, we don’t know them. We don’t know what they’ll do, or if they’ll be a blessing or another curse. And it’s in that moment we ask ourselves if we want to risk another curse, or just return to what whot and cold relationships.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
The Perfect Kiss. (Movie Love)A boy and a girl, were good friends.The Perfect Kiss. (Movie Love)1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
The boy had liked the girl for awhile.
He found her to be beautiful and strange,
But the girl always called herself ugly.
One day, the boy told the girl she was beautiful.
She smiled, and was happy that entire day.
The next day, while at the park,
The girl asked the boy, what about her was beautiful.
The boy thought of the perfect answer, and finally replied,
The girl sighed and pretended to smile.
The boy was pleased.
He thought he had answered well.
A week later, the boy asked the girl on a date.
But the girl said no.
She did not want to ruin their friendship.
The boy smiled, and said it’d be worth it.
That night, they slept together.
In the morning, the girl woke up alone.
She called the boy, and he thought of the perfect answer.
He finally replied, "you deserve better."
The boy liked the girl, but he was tired.
He was tired of calling her beautiful,
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 11:46am1 day 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
Just writingI sorta just want to write.Just writing1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Not sure what about to be quite honest. I just feel like putting my thoughts out there. Listening to Kitchen Sink really pushed me towards that. A lot of times I feel like the words that come out are meaningless. It's hard for me to continue writing after I feel that way. However, I think I should be able to just continue writing more and more until a point comes out to me. Eventually I'll be able to dig deep enough into my own mind that SOMETHING important comes out... Right?
I really respect Eminem the more I listen to him. He's gone through some shit, yet he's pretty damn consistent throughout his stuff. He's a goof, an ass, but he's -true- to himself. And for the things that he cares for he gives everything to them, specifically his girl Hailey. That's really respectful, in my eyes. He's doing the best that he can for his kid, can't fault him for that.
To be honest I want to be able to relate the way I feel to others. The problem I keep running into is -
Sirens. 11.5.14 4:55amRed and blue lights triggering epileptic minds; a chilling vibe from strangers and the curious and the uninvolved. Not a clue in the world where the sound is in measure, or if they are coming for me. But I flip to awful channels in my head, thoughts about how those annoying lights and haunting sounds are meant for you. It's a horror, even if merely an incorrect guess. What could of happened, are you alright, are your veins still flowing, are you upon this planet? What if you're hurt, what if you've died? Death should take my hand, because taking yours is the same; only keeping me alive artificially.Sirens. 11.5.14 4:55am1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
It has become an even greater horror, since you have exited. At least when in contact, when close, had something terrible happened I would have been kept in the know. Left to only wonder now. Oh how the sirens chill me to the core, as I fear the worse, I wish I knew. The sirens should be coming for me, before even thinking of you, you have so much to offer this world. I will merely infect i