In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. A cage between the pages of my sketchbook; torn out. Here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. I can see how they’ll never match one another again. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself faint.In This Space3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This space in between my bed and my window is as big as the space in between your eyes. And I wonder if you can see right through me. Or do you just not pay attention to the sundry voices in my head. In this space, I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Until they infested the spot and expected a yard
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!Felicity3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
Because I'm in an angsty corner at the momentYou told me in kindergarten that we were best friendsBecause I'm in an angsty corner at the moment2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So I believed you
You stole my favorite doll because you wanted it
So I went without it
You pushed me down in the mud and laughed
So I got up and laughed with you, even though I wanted to cry
You got a boyfriend first
So I patiently listened to you rave about him
You told me you were going to sleep with a guy that night
So I covered for you and lied to your parents
You stayed out and partied all weekend long
So I came to get you when the guy you rode with ditched you
You made it your personal mission to date every guy in school
So I stayed single the whole time, because I didn't want to be a bad friend
You called me at three in the morning to come and get you from a bar
So I missed sleep and got bad grades
You saw that the new boy was being nice to me and lied to him saying that I didn't like boys
So I missed out on my chance at high school romance
You came to me drunk one night and said that I was a prude
So I tried not to be so
TendernessHer name was Tenderness. Blue used to call her this way because she was very cute, very lovely, and when Blue saw her the first time, the first emotion he felt was Tenderness. Tenderness was a young paintress, very very talented. Her art was different: she didn't paint with a brush, she painted with her heart! Her colours were her emotions, and her canvas was her soul. Every painting made by her was a masterpiece, a piece of herself consacreted in an eternal work of art. Her paintings were the mirror of herself: soft, delicate...and beautiful!Tenderness3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Tenderness is a very talented paintress! Tenderness paints with heart and soul! Tenderness probably is looking for perfection in this imperfect world! Tenderness is Artist and Muse at the same time!
My WomanI'm sitting on the bus. It's looking to be a rather dreary start to the day. The weather isn't awfully pleasant, for one, and my family certainly wasn't as cooperative as they could have been this morning. Yes, I'm starting to feel it will be a bad day.My Woman20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Just as I'm pondering shutting down for the rest of the ride on the bus, effectively putting my brain to sleep, an alert pops up within my internal messaging systems. Someone has sent me something. I pull up the message to see who it is from, and much to my pleasure, it is her. She wants to know how I'm doing.
After I ask her how she herself has been doing, and I am relieved to hear that she has been fine, I tell her about my morning, going into particular detail on my family's misconduct, and I describe my displeasure with the situation. But as always, she knows just what to say, to tell me exactly what I need to hear to feel better about it, to be happy, to chuckle and smile on the inside, and if I can't help it, on the outside, too.
Life is life's greatest mystery Life is life's greatest mystery. Confusing as it may be it's true. It seems like you have such a long time to live but, in the end it really isn't that long at all. Before you know it your life is at an end. The journey is over. For some, however, that time comes too soon.Life is life's greatest mystery23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Life is not something to be thrown away or wasted. It is something that should be cherished. Every day that goes by could be your last. It could be your best friends last. Any one you ever cared about could be gone in a flash. You don't quite realize it until its happened though. Enjoy every moment you have. Don't waste a minute of it.
Even if you can't seem to find the happiness in yourself you can always find it in others and when you do it brings out the happiness in yourself. When that happens you have to capture that happiness and never let it go. Don't make mistakes that cause you to inevitably loss that happiness. Even if you do don't let that s
UntitledNovember 11thUntitled2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm getting sick of taking these antidepressants every day, but I'm scared that if I stop I'll go back to being suicidal and then I'll get sent to the hospital again. I really don't want that to happen.
I actually feel pretty good right now.
Which is bad.
Sometimes I wonder if I even exist. I mean, no one ever pays attention to me.
I only exist so people can laugh at me, so they can feel good about themselves.
I want everyone to be jealous of me. How I loathe people who are smarter, or prettier than I'll ever be. I always have to be the best, whether I'm at school or at home. If I get a single question wrong on a test, I beat myself up over it.
I'm a perfectionist. Yes, that's the word.
I want everyone in the entire world to to love me. I want everyone to look up to me, to respect me, to obey me. But that's never gonna happen.
I can remember everything. Like when we first met. You looked so nervous, stammering out, "Damn - I'm going to be late.
Horizon, Surface Low, High Sea and Mystery BetweenHorizon, Surface Low, High Sea and Mystery Between2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
As long as mankind has strode upon earth and soil, he too has longed to escape it, with eyes cast upward toward the heavens, or forward resting upon the never-resting disquieted sea. To seek out the unknown toil of adventure. To discover wonders prior non-conceived, he hath forgone solidity of ground opting instead for pitch and roll of ocean wave. The sight of the sea marvelous in expanse give rise to both wonder and fear. Though epochs pass since ancients dipped first keel into unforgiving beauty, akin thought and feeling present are indeed extant. Arise they do in mind when gaze first falls upon sea in a similitude of a rippling and writhing spherical form of air, seemingly approaching solidity, as released from some enclosure among great depth.
Rise and fall like lives of men. Times of turmoil and boiling ferocious sea. Times of peace and flat calm, glasslike in countenance. Yet, like the heart of humanity, deceiving she is. She even deceives self in s
UntitledDo you know what it’s like to have a family that doesn’t care about you?Untitled11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
If you say no, then kudos for you for telling the truth, for being honest. I find it strange that most people I’ve met don’t want to admit that some portion of their life is good.
If you say yes but immediately take it as a challenge, a contest for who has the worst past, when I didn’t imply it as such, then no, you don’t know what it’s like. If you immediately try to tell me how to “fix” my life, then no, you don’t know what it’s like. You have no fucking idea.
If you say yes and then we sit in silence, then congratulations, you know what it’s like. And you know that no amount of “flowery”, “comforting” words can change it or make it better.
Conversation"So basically, you're telling me to give up my world so that yours can continue!?"Conversation14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I wasn't even angry.
I was completely stupefied by disbelief and shock.
It had been what felt like months since we last spoke, and now this is what he demands, right out of the blue. Conversations between us had been tense since the day we decided to split up and go our own paths, but this was definitely something new.
"Yes." He says this very calmly, unlike my loud outburst. A pause.
"And I wished our worlds never crossed in the first place."
Those words sting, like a needle, a small pin prick of pain, but an acute, piercing one.
My jaws clench as I stare at him, dumbstruck, trying to register this mere fact that this was actually happening.
Should I feel hurt, insulted, betrayed? My emotions were in turmoil. He had become a stranger to me.
But I eye him as closely and I could see, despite his stoic facade, the scars left by the battle he has waged with another person.
I am not Elhers DanlosWhat catches your eye when you look at me? Is it the neck brace that provides me the support I need? Is it the wheelchair which is basically glued to my ass half of the time? Is it the countless braces and orthotics that hold me together when all I do is fall apart? Do you see Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, or do you see Hannah? What about the bright red hair that is usually a chaotic mess; or the crazy makeup that I wear to overcompensate for all of the craziness that is attached to me? Are you looking at some “cripple”, or do you see the artist beneath it all. I know that you can’t see my pain, because all you are focused on is the fact that I look different from you. I’m not all that different. In fact, most of the time I wish that I could just fade into the background, and not have a whole crowd stare at me as I pass through muttering apologies for inconveniencing you. What if I fought my invisible illnessI am not Elhers Danlos19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Becoming IndependentIt's scary when you realize the person you are dependingBecoming Independent23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
on isn't as strong as you thought but then you realize
that they are just as human as you.
-Me (Charity Smith)
QuizasHola, preciosa:Quizas1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Es raro... tienes tantos nombres y ninguno a la vez. No conozco tu rostro, tus manos, tu aroma ni tu forma de andar y sin embargo sé cuán fascinantes son y la forma en que en ellos me pierdo. En ti, soy feliz.
Te escribo esto en uno de mis peores días, uno en el cual no te he conocido todavía, pero te necesito como nunca. Me haces falta, ¿sabes? Me faltas cada día que pasa y ni siquiera sé si existes.
Deseo que estés pasándola de lo mejor. Deseo que, por ahora, yo no te haga falta como tú a mí, pues no quisiera saberte miserable. Tómate tu tiempo, no corras, llega cuando gustes, te prometo hacer cada día mejor al anterior. Te prometo seremos felices juntos. Si por alguna triste razón te has caído como yo, no puedo esperar al día en que nos abracemos y pueda susurrar en tu oído: "no temas, has llegado, no volveremos a estar solos".
Búrlate de mí si quieres, ya sabrás lo bo
'Consent' doesn't mean 'Not saying 'No'!'It had been a long, busy day. Days in the hospitality industry often are. This particular day had been especially busy as one of our Chefs had walked out on the job and I had been called back from Front of House to work in the kitchen. I didn't mind, I love working FOH but I like to cook too and the Chefs weren't the scary kind that sometimes inhabit commercial kitchens.'Consent' doesn't mean 'Not saying 'No'!'34 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
The Chef suggested that we catch up after work, over coffee to discuss the up coming roster as changes would need to be made to accommodate being one Chef down and my ability to step up into kitchen work. I assented, after all the roster would need working on and I was excited for the opportunity to work in the kitchen!
After my shift, I went to the small, staff bathroom to wash my hands and face in preparation for leaving. I turned around to find myself blocked in by The Chef who congratulated me "You've done a good job today, well done" and gave me a hug. This was unexpected. And awkward. I felt trapped in the small
RetornoRetornoRetorno41 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
¿Retomar el camino? ¿Volver a escribir? ¿Darle rienda suelta a todas las palabras que rebotan en mi mente, quitándome el sueño, las fuerzas?
¿Cuánto hace ya? Mucho, sin duda, pero ocurrieron tantas cosas en el medio. Y nunca sentí la necesidad de volver.
Dicen que un escritor de deja nunca de escribir, que es lo único que lo mantiene vivo. Algunos, a pesar del tiempo transcurrido, no olvidan y siguen diciéndome que son una escritora. Pero hace tanto que no lo hago, que no vuelco en una hoja todas esas palabras que quisiera decir.
En realidad hay un enorme vacío en mi vida. ¿Será esto lo que faltaba? ¿Será esto lo que necesito para seguir mi camino? ¿Volver a tomar lápiz y papel y escribir?
¿O es otra cosa? Me siendo vieja y cansada. Desilusionada.
Perdí mucho en estos últimos años. Sigo esperando respuestas a miles de preguntas que nunca llegan. No creo que las
Far AwayI always knew that the place I have always lived was not my true home. I knew I would never be happy here. It’s a beautiful place with great people, but it’s not where I belong, and it never has been. I want to travel. No I don’t want to go on a two week trip just to see the sites, when I say I want to travel I mean I really want to go and do. Not just see. I look at a map and my heart hurts for all the places it needs to go. I want to see everything. Do everything. Help everyone. Have friends everywhere. I want to experience life in different cultures. I want to live. And feel. I want to be. And the only why I know I can do that for me, is to travel to far off places and do wild crazy things.Far Away53 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Pieces of my heart have been scattered across the globe, and I need to put it back together. I need to go to all of these far off places.
I want to find my place in this world. And that place is very far away.
HurtYou might cut yourselfHurt1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
on the shards of my happiness.
Don’t try to save me;
It’s far too late.
Don’t try to love me;
You’ll just end up hurt.
Short TruthThe glass is shattered.Short Truth1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Picking it up leaves cuts behind.
Our hands are scarred,
Trying to fix something
Too broken to save.
Quote from the internet"Never chase love, affection,Quote from the internet3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
or attention. If it isn't given
freely by another person, it
isn't worth having."
This is not my writing, it's just something i found on the internet.
And i'm going to abide by it.
I'm tired of feeling the same way
and in a way being treated like a friend.
When i say something about it it doesnt change.
So i'm just going to do as the quote says.
I only have God and myself.
Everyone else doesnt pay attention, and i dont really expect them too anymore.
So thats it
UntitledI guess I have the sixth sense.I feel something is wrong.Untitled4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The earth is wrecked.The society is wrecked.
The animals are feeling it too.They have become wilder.
Everything will crash.Everything will come down.
We never got seriously harmed by the nature.She is only protecting herself.
But soon,she will die.We will die.
Why are we filled with so much greed?
After all,we already have it all.We just don't organize it right.
Titled Not.if i had ten more minutes orTitled Not.6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
maybe i'd get through this one
but it seems that i'm
all out of
i keep telling them to stop making
stop making me promise
all amounts to
DifficultiesThere are always going to be difficult times. For instance, death. When we loose someone we love, the world becomes dark, and the sadness felt by others soon becomes wrath. Wrath that is release onto you. You feel as if everything you know is disappearing. As if the world is attempting to leave you. However, you cannot let this happen. You must grip the world, what you love, and hold on tightly. Keep holding and fighting until you know what matters to you is going to stay.Difficulties7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
What do you do?We're all born with something dead inside us.What do you do?16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Our mind, our body, our soul.
As we grow we heal or we harden to the world.
What would you do to stop yourself from being engulfed in it.
Do you drink, smoke, pray, fuck every person that's willing?
What do you do?