Adorned with RegretAllow me a moment to be Frank..Adorned with Regret21 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
fine.. fine.. you can be Bob.
I was at the movies tonight, happy as a lark,
lost in my latest cinematic fix and all the while laughter from behind
drew my attention. It was obnoxiously loud yes, but real.
Heartfelt laughter. As the movie wore on though, I sensed something more.
Tried to make out her face but it was too dark. Hair covering half of it,
very short emo style in nature. She sat alone. Laughed alone.
Loud enough so that she felt like she was with the rest of us.
With her bestfriends watching a movie.
The preppy girls a few chairs down from her looking at her like a lost little lunatic. There was a pang of sympathy for her in the micro story i concocted without real basis.
In time it abated. The movie ended.
And I turned to my friend to discuss the film, getting my nerd on.
In the background of my discussion I heard her talking aloud to herself.
Softly. The very things I was speaking about, her eyes shyly glancing at me
as if pleading for me to
I ConcurHow is this my life? When did it become so, I’m not sure, but as I look around my room, I see someone I am, but not someone I truly understand. I feel like I’ve flipped through a book and ended up on a certain page, that I now vacantly, sheepishly call my present. When did this become now? When did now, stop being then, before, and after? When did my existence succumb to this conclusion? How lost do I have to feel, before I feel found, how much has to occur, before I categorise it, into my memory, into who I am, into who I will be, and become.I Concur13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This life is the most confusing thing I’ll ever come across, and I’m fine not knowing the answers to my perpetual questions, although questioning may be the closest thing to a conclusion I have in my sight and reach.
Why now? Why is it now, I am present and not before? When did it all come to this moment, and how did it occur? I wonder. I guess acceptance is key, I accept my surroundings, my feelings, and myself in this te
I'm Too Tired For For The World TodayIm just too tired for the world todayI'm Too Tired For For The World Today18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Can people survive without me just for today?
I need a break from this chaos
I need to rest
But i know my head is just too much of a mess
So even with a pillow beneath my head
I'll wind up stir crazy
any other way.you welcomed the new year in your own special way of bruised knees and pukingany other way.22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
your insides into the nearest bushes, guts and all. the fireworks hurt your bloodshot eyes,
so we just listened to them from the safety of our car parked in some back alley. without
the lights and the colours, they lost all beauty and simply sounded like gunfire.
god the difference between us became so obvious in the one small moment, in our reaction
to the sound of explosions of in the distance. my feet started to prepare to run away, you were
readying to become one with it. the fireworks were joined by the screams and cheers of a
million excited people, with a thousand reasons for being so eager for a new year. most were
probably running away from something, much like myself. difference being they knew what,
i just knew that if i let it catch me, it would kill me.
it made me so mad, at how you so recklessly toyed with fate, and spun the imaginary wheel
wondering how to try and die tonight. there was s
we are_4they said I was a shadow.we are_411 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
with butterfly wings. and painted shadows on my back.
cold. dark. alone. drifting in and out of consciousness.
the self. the selves.
the painted walls, the empty halls.
I remember. Because I was there.
I was there when we broke it off. You said I was too much. Too emotional. Too attached..
But you were in love with my shadow.
And I would paint mountains on your lips, for my fingertips to follow..
unafraid. I wanted to belong.
To go from nowhere, to the deeper depths of mind.
It's a curious thing, I know. That we are. Because we simply, are.
Aware. Broken. Afraid. we lie in the open.
too afraid to wallow in despair. Content with pain, because it is the feeling.
The reminder that we truly were, there. Even if there, was lost. Even if memories fade, and we fall into the darkness again.
Truly, with blood and scars we were shaped into being.
Ask and you shall receive..
That's what they say.
But we are blinded. And bound. Stuck counting t
Broken Families... Then Me. Why?It makes me want to cry.Broken Families... Then Me. Why?48 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
It seems like no one these days has a real family.
In (removed for confidentiality), (") asked how many people's parents were divorced. Half of the people raised their hands. He then added whose parents had a rocky and dangerous relationship with lots of arguing; everyone had their hands raised but me and another. And she said her parents were "fine" because they didn't really spend much time together or speak to each other.
Then there was me.
My family is close-knit and loving; I'm over sixteen and a half and I still call my parents Mommy and Daddy, I still snuggle with everyone, we hug and kiss each other daily and say, "I love you" VERY often, we still have game nights, Mommy and Daddy still kiss on the lips sometimes, when someone returns we all say, "Welcome home!" and ask how their day was, and we are the weirdest family you could ever find. With the most bro
Age Brings the Memories Which I May Soon ForgetI am watching Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (thank you Netflix) and I remember when my brother and I were kids. We loved the show, the blue ranger, Billy (the nerd) and King's Drive In. For his birthday we went to Kings Drive In for dinner, my brother toting his blue stuffed ranger with him. The diner no longer exists and for the life of me I can't find any pictures to solidify the fact that it existed at all. Part of me has virtually forgotten what the inside of the place looked like, the taste of their Green Rivers or Shirley Temples. I remember the jukebox and the horribly painted bathroom stalls, where the door never quite sat correctly, or latched for that matter. It's been torn down and what resides there is more or less modern commercialism at its best. It saddens me that something that had been so important in my young life could be gone like that.Age Brings the Memories Which I May Soon Forget6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
But then I recall the StarShip 9 Theater, this place had been my pink sanctuary where my friends and I caught two dollar movies and
Hospitals Are Scary... SometimesWe were all in a hospital. Me, my mom and dad, and *you. I was having some kind of test done. They had to give me a shot. I screamed and tried to tear away, and when I looked back *you were walking down a hallway and disappeared in another room. They did not succeed at harming me, because I ran away to where *you were. I ran down a hallway and I looked for *you. Soon I found *you in a far-off waiting room, working on a crossword puzzle. *You were alone. I walked toward *you and *you lifted up *your head and said "Hey there." "I hate needles so much," I whispered. *You then said "Come here sweetheart." I crawled up into *your lap and leaned my head on *your shoulder. "I'm sorry," *you whispered into my ear. I sighed. *You took my face in *your hands and *you kissed me. As we were kissing, it was like my entire soul melted away. Everything inside of me just vanished and became nothingness. It was just me and *you and no space in between us. Your hand moved up and down my back and I shiveHospitals Are Scary... Sometimes10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
8.1.2014 IICan't I get a break, sitting in my bed and watching8.1.2014 II14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
the birds out on the wires. They don't
feel shit. But I can't move with all the pent up aggression
holding me down. All the things I haven't
felt since I picked up the mirror and now,
they come rushing back through my veins like a high til
I'm too scared to close my eyes from the shadows in
my room and I'm too tired to
keep them open. It's just, I spent so long away
that I forgot how to be human, forgot how to
deal with feeling things. And when they creep up and burn,
the world burns and my bed burns, but
I can't pull myself out of it to turn off the light.
What I learned in the last year*And why I'll be removing RSP, Visitor and Pisces from my page.What I learned in the last year2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe not Pisces honestly. As behind as I've gotten, I still feel the most connected with that one. But I haven't updated jack shit on this site for months and months and months now, so I figure that if I want anyone to understand why my output has lulled, I better say something on the matter eventually. I think the topic of productivity goes beyond myself though- a broad-ass word like that fuckin' better- and hopefully this will help others understand a bit about their own mode of working.
The crux of this is series. Series seem like good ideas. If you have a concept that seems like it would span a longer body than a short story, but don't want your artistic output to break while you work on it, then turning it into a weekly series appears to be the logical solution. You say to yourself, as I did, "I should be able to do this". And, strictly speaking, there's no reason you can't. I mean, with nothing external stopping you
BoxI can feel myself slipping with each breath; I didn’t want it to happen. I could hear a voice inside my head telling me to let go; it will be okay if I let go. I knew I had to give up, I could recreate everything they had, I should just let go.Box2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I took another breath; pain inside me swelled until I fell over and started coughing. Another voice inside my head screamed for me to fight it, don’t let the darkness win. I wanted to fight, but I already fought enough, I couldn’t breathe, the air was gone.
I started to cry now, the voices inside my head were fighting, one wanted me to give up and the other wanted me to fight. I rolled onto my side into a ball, still fighting for air, all I wanted was air.
Air. The water never promised air, instead it promised death, but I didn’t want to die. I pushed, but it seemed like I was way too deep to get out. I wanted to scream but I had no air.
I was in a box, a box that was controlled by someone else, everyone else. There were
READ DIS OR DIEDon't worry I might actually return to this DA if I still have time. I have just been SUPER stressed/depressed lately ): but I'll probably return but until then Ill just commentREAD DIS OR DIE3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
farewell...well I guess this is a farewell my chatland friends.farewell...4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
for some reason, the chatlands wont work for both of my computers in my home. it wont do anything.
I've tried to fix it from 8 AM to 6 PM
im sorry. ill miss you all.
Where is your God?'Dear Mr. Truby,Where is your God?7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Where is your God? Where is he?
Where is your God in Gaza where hundreds are dying by the hour due to terrorist attacks?
Where is he in West Africa during the Ebola outbreak?
Where is he in Ukraine, where there have been issues for months but nobody has been focusing on the problems because the media is ignoring it?
Where is he in NYC, where a police officer went against the departments rules of 'no choke holding' to choke hold a 40 odd year old man who suffered from asthma? This man died. Where was God to save this man?
These are just a few things. To be honest, those didn't drive me to write this. Not even close. What did drive me to write this, other than the question 'where is your God?'???
Well, Mr. Truby...
Where was your God yesterday morning? At 9:15 AM, when one of my classmates died? Where was he when a fifteen year old died yesterday and the doctors and the nurses and the police and his parents couldn't figure out how the hell it happened? You know wh
Memorial for a Fallen WarriorMy Idol. A Minnesota Viking that will never be forgotten. A person I’ll never forget because of what he did to make the game safer during the “Dog days” of summer.Memorial for a Fallen Warrior9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It was a hot day. It was over 100 degrees. For Minnesota, that’s pretty hot. Korey Stringer was a 350 pound Offensive tackle with very long braided hair. Meaning he was a heat dish. He was going to absorb it and his temperature would go straight up. But he missed a previous practice, so he had to force himself through this one. But he felt it hard to do so that day. He kept on getting blurred vision and just would get exhausted. At the time there was no awareness of this so all the coaches could do was motivate him and keep him going. But, that was not the end.
At the end of practice, Korey Stringer summoned his personal trainer to the air conditioned trailer that was parked alongside the practice field. Once the trainer proceeded to doing this Korey Stringer collapsed. Since the trainer could not lif
For A FriendFriends are always good to have around. They're always cheering us on, helping us back up on our feet when we stumble & fall; giving us support & helping us through the hard times & the good. Then there's a time when good friends have to part ways. How's that, you ask? There's a good explanation why. Just remember, saying goodbye doesn't mean it's the end.For A Friend9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A boy was searching through the internet & G+ (Gooogle plus, by the way) & was admiring all the posts that everyone placed there. Some ridiculous, others heartwarming or awe inspiring. He even made some new & close friends while there & loved commenting on what they posted there & sometimes took part in role plays, which sometimes became crazy. But he didn't care; cause he loved being with his friends. He became real good friends with this other boy whom he saw as a brotherly figure. They shared everything from laughs, to tears, how their days were & so on. It seemed like nothing coul
Rant about religion and america and stuff...'We Need To Become One Nation Under God Again, Share If You Agree'Rant about religion and america and stuff...15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
No. Hell No. Not everyone believes in god and that is perfectly fine. The 'One Nation Under God' part was added to the original. In 1892, Francis Bellamy, a minister from upstate New York, reportedly wrote the Pledge as an expression of fealty to the U.S. It read: "I pledge allegiance to my flag and the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
"Under God" was only added in 1954.
America is supposed to be a place of freedom, A Place Where The People Are FREE To Be Who They Want To Be, And Choose What To Worship, Or If They Want To Worship Anything At All.
America Was Created Mainly So We Could Believe What We Want. If You Want To Live As One Nation Under God, Start You're Own Nation. Do Not Ruin This Country With The Desire To Make Everyone Your Perfect Little Carbon Copies.
Immortal Beloved Letter 1My dearest beloved,Immortal Beloved Letter 117 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
On the eve that I am writing to you, the sunset is a brilliant pink, which reminds me of your cheeks when you blush. By no means is it as beautiful as you, but I can’t help but see your beauty in everything I take in. You’ve changed me for the best. You’ve changed me for the worst. Regardless of the way, I wouldn’t want to change a think. The sweet smell of summer grass blooms in my nostrils, in the same way that you bloomed in my heart. I am counting down the days until I can look into your dazzling eyes and find myself captivated once again.
Until I can see you again,
I’m sending you all my love.
Today's Thoughts (Pt 1?)If I turn up the volumeToday's Thoughts (Pt 1?)20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
maybe I'll finally explode.
I've realized as I get more and more depressed
I start typing "Lol" more and more frequently.
Hold it in,
put your cheek between your teeth.
Forget whatever you just said and repeat.
I've begun chewing on my pencils
because we both know I ain't using it for talking.
Where is my knight in chrome armor when I need them?
Where is my firefox to set my heart ablaze when I cry for them?
Where am I going to go after I realize they will never come?