Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every clichés like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychoticDon't Fall In Love With A Writer2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,A Rapist Wears Pink2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
My alter-egosYou see, I have these beings in my head I call alter-egos. They're parts of me that appear whenever I need them. They represent me, they come from the deepest side of my soul. It might seem crazy, but that's the best way I can describe them. They're very different from my other OCs (Vince, Renka, Alice, ete); they're very special to me. Sorry, I'm not good at explaining things myself...My alter-egos2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Keiko: can I? Can I explain it? Pleeeeaseee?
Okay, go ahead.
Keiko: okay, we are special beings that live inside Sandra's mind. We were formed of her subconscious, so that makes us different of her other OCs she created herself. We're here to protect her, to make her feel better when she has her episodes of depression. Recently, she decided to make us public because we told her it was a good idea.
Now we will show a list of all the alter-egos Sandra has:
-Abyss (Gloomy Apocalypse): Demon
-Angel (Pulsar Majoris): Male version of Sandra
-Astrid (Star Lollipop): Birdwing
-Dana (Harmonic Holic): Human with
everything is temporaryi have never been one to yell, it hurts my throat, or maybe i just lack the passion to get that mad at something. you always did bring out things that i never knew were inside though. we had matching bloodshot eyes, and the same fuck the world attitude running through our veins as if the world owed us something. it didn't then. but it does now. my blood is thick and burning and i want to try and flood it into yours to get the colour back into your cheeks that i just watched drain. i kicked the wall, and opened the window and screamed at the sky-scrappers and i don't know how the world can just keep fucking turning without so much a skipped rotation or a fucking stutter.everything is temporary1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
you turned small, minor things into giant fucking events that made my chest even tighter. a tickle in my throat, a spreading wildfire on the nape of my neck, a distinct lack of words or feelings to anything more than a lingering heaviness. i lost count of how many times i contemplated stepping in front of that car, bus,
Will you ever love me back?If I beg will you return my love? Will you come back to me?Will you ever love me back?1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Pitiful, the state I have been conformed to—when I look in the mirror I do not see the once beautiful girl I once prided myself in being, I see the pathetic women I became.
Why can you not love me?
I promised myself, I more importantly promised God that I would only ever be with one man – you promised me— and this one man I would marry.
Will you ever love me back?
No, right? You come only to give me false hope. You have me wait for you day in and day out. You make me suffer in silence. Is hurting me a game to you? Am I not a person with feeling? Do I deserve to be beaten and bruised? To be striped of any pride I might have left.
You stole my hope, my dreams, and my life. I have nothing and yet you think there is still more you can rob me of.
I HAVE NOTHING! I AM NOTHING!
You have taken everything I have…
ExpectationsI’m sure as fuck not perfect,Expectations2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
And anyone that really expects me to be will be surely let down.
I have moments of clarity, where everything is bright,
And days of down time when I just want to think and be alone.
But it’s during those times that I want you to reach out to me, pull me back,
Because it’s a real fear that in one of those moments I won’t come back.
Like a face locked in when the wind changes.
That I’ll be gone forever, no more work, no more photos, no more me.
Prayer For PeaceThis is not a pledge for peace, though I wish it was.Prayer For Peace2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A pledge is adhered by everyone, those low and above.
I guess this is a prayer, something that I hold true,
A prayer for peace for everyone, for peace for me and you.
I’ve seen this world and its twisted ways,
I’ve seen more than 295 lives vanish in just days.
I’ve heard of the bombs flying across borders,
Making the lives of the innocent, quick and sorter.
I’ve seen the leaders of the world turn away,
Perhaps they’ll help out if they’re given better pay?
I’ve seen planes vanish, and fall from the sky,
I’ve seen their families mourn, their villages and cities cry.
I think to my self, is this the world God has made,
Is this the world we live in, if so, what have we paid?
We’ve ruined it with wars, hatred and destruction,
We’ve plagued it with chemicals, violence and combustion.
So I do not ask, nor pledge for what I want,
But I pray for peace, for a world that is so gaunt.
Desde Hace TiempoDesde hace tiempo que siento esto por ti, que siento que mi corazón va a explotar si no te hablo.Desde Hace Tiempo2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Se que tu no sientes lo mismo, que solo me vez con los ojos de la amistad, pero que me mires con esos ojos ya es mucho para mí; ya es un regalo divino.
Solo quiero que sepas que desde que te conozco no puedo ocultar mi sonrisa cuando hablo contigo, no puedo ocultar mis sentimientos hacia ti.
Solo quiero que sepas lo que siento, que sepas que por ti soy capaz de cualquier cosa
20 Things to Do When You're Sad1- Give yourself a makeover20 Things to Do When You're Sad2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Seeing yourself at your prettiest might boost your confidence and self esteem. If you're a guy, maybe try styling your hair differently or finding new clothes... (Sorry, I'm not exactly sure what guys do)
2- Start watching a new show (or any show that you haven't finished)
This could distract you, I suggest mainly comedies. My personal recommendation would be Bob's Burgers, because that show's fairly amusing. Orange is the New Black is another one I've been using for now. If you've already seen some of it, finish it or watch the episodes that made you laugh or just overall happy in the end.
3- Express yourself
Sometimes it's good to let out those sad emotions, and express them. Poetry, drawing, stories, painting, etc are all good examples for this.
Normally I hate exercise, but it definitely helps with stress, and not to mention you feel lighter after you do- which again could help with self esteem.
5- Treat yoursel
Perfection is Inevitable.Throw down the glass box containing your plagued mind. Pick up the pieces and re-order the sequence.Perfection is Inevitable.2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Repeat in a different order every time. Perfection is inevitable.
I Am NineI am nineI Am Nine9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
and we fought over a playground ball
called each other names
not being mean
but uncertain and not understanding
how words don't always match feelings
I am twelve
and we thought over a phone conversation
called each other nightly
not saying much
but breaking with not being able
to say the words we are feeling
I am seventeen
and we joked over a pizza dinner
called ourselves a couple
not being serious
but seeing each other with eyes
that begin to communicate our feelings
I am twenty four
and we talked about our careers
called ourselves grown up and well
not wanting to fail
but show our success to each other
and the pride that we were feeling
I am thirty six
and we haven't spoken for a while
called once or twice recently
not wanting to lose touch
but we've had to make our choices
and put on hold our feelings
I am forty eight
far away now
recalled a day
when we fought
over a playground ball
and I wonder
do you still have those feelings?
Poisonous.I first met her in high school. She was older than I was and exciting. She’d been around. There was something about her- something magical. She could make the rest of the world go away when I was with her. My parents warned me to have nothing to do with her. They claimed that nothing good could come from our relationship.Poisonous.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
But I kept meeting her on the sly. She was so sophisticated and worldly. It made me feel grown up just being with her. And she was always ready to get wild. I always brought her with me when I went to parties. She made the night unforgettable.
We began seeing more of each other after college. When I got a place of my own, she was a frequent guest. It wasn’t long before she moved in with me. I wanted us to be together, no matter what. It may have been common law, but it was heartbreaking for my parents. I kept reminding myself I wasn’t a kid anymore. Besides, it was legal. We had every right to be together.
She was there for me in my early days of bus
Mekaku City Actors OP - Daze (Indonesian Lyrics)DazeMekaku City Actors OP - Daze (Indonesian Lyrics)2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
PV : Shidu
Original Song : Jin (ShizennoTekiP)
Indonesian Lyrics : HappyMahogany
Kontrol tak terkendali, di setitik sinar dalam kegelapan mimpi
Template hari-hariku, yang sedikitpun tak kutau
High tempo telah datang, menghilang, menyebrang, masa depan bimbang
Tertetes air mata, bercerita akhir episode
Ayo pejamkanlah mata, hilang tanpa peta
Tiada jalan pulang, kan?
Potongan mimpi-mimpi berserakan yang kuabaikan
“Ayo bertepuk tangan”
Mengumpulkan kesalahanmu mulai dari enol lagi
Jangan kau lenyap
Menjerit sampai terdengar
Raih tujuan tak gentar
Sampai ku menggenggam tanganmu
Ku kan ingat kehangatanya
Hatimu jangan kurungkan
Jangan nangis sendirian
Jika ku kesepian tak apa
Selama bersamamu kita bisa gambar lagi
Strength WithinStrength. People use it to define both a persons physical attribute as well as mentality.Strength Within18 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
I think about strength from its mental perspective because I've always believed it can outweigh brute force. It isn't the fact that one person may prefer brain over brawn or that the person is smarter than the other. It is as if the person has more control over their own mental capacity than others do.
Is this such a terrible thing? People state it as such. Being able to not feel or connect with their own emotions and that results in them not being able to connect with others.
At least that is what some feel. What I felt once.
However, in time I realized that I put up barricades to keep myself safe. I'm afraid not of getting close to people but allowing them to get close to me. In fear of hurting them, not myself.
I feel as though what I say hurts others though I cannot help myself. I say things others may not find interesting, and I do things others my find insulting.
I keep these walls up
Why? Just why?! The blade is calling to me. I have not felt this strong of an urge in a long time. My stomach is starting to tight up with nerves, and I can barely type this. I just need to vent before I do it, or anything. This guy that I knew and called a 'best friend', stabbed me in the back and spit on the ground that I laid on. I am trying so hard to hold in tears. I am trying so hard not to yell. I am trying so hard not to cuss. And I am trying SO hard to not blame God. But this urge is getting to me, and sinking into me. But I have to fight it. This eternal war is strong. I need to stay strong. I need to stay strong. I need to stay strong. I NEED to stay strong. I need to!Why? Just why?!4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not going to make it. I am! I have to! I just can't give up. I can't!! I can't!!!!! Please just don't let me cut. I don't want the pain to make me feel safe. I don't want the hurt to take away the rest. I don't want to be so empty all the time! I just don't want to be unhappy anymore!!!
This is depressionIts a nauseating pain in your stomach, or the buildup of saliva on your tongue. The feeling of self hate. No feeling of self worth. So you sit on your bed and listen to all of the lyrics that relate to how you feel. And you feel like utter shit. You rock back and forth feeling like a freak. Too fucked up to even feel alive. But you've moved past the self harm, you've gotten help, made yourself a better life. So whats the problem? Were the meds too easy to swallow?This is depression5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Did you think you could fix your diseased mind yourself?
Dont tell yourself you can do it because you know you cant.
A friend that will listenFriends are my family, and they smile in glee, but if you, my pride and my joy are depressed. I join you and tell you "Be happy!" And if you look away I can tell your sadness is going to get the best of you.A friend that will listen12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I've heard my friends insult their self, and I stay and listen. Some say their ugly, stupid, fat, or not good for anyone, But I say "You may think your fat, but you look like a beautiful person, even though you think your not. You have the most kindest soul, and I'm glad for who you are. I will stick by your side no matter the distance. Even if we have to write letters to each other... You are not what you think you are. Your beautiful, smart, and you are good enough."
Buscando PalabrasTan esquiva, tan inexistente, tan anhelada; aquella poesía que condense todo, aquellas letras que, en su grafito, puedan describir la emoción consumiendo mi esencia, el agua mineral en mi corazón, la supernova brillante en mi interior. Hay una corriente de aire encarcelada en mis pulmones, portadora de recuerdos e historias ansiosas por salir, expectantes por ser escritas. Siento una guerra dentro de mí, para debatir quién saldrá de la oscuridad, y posará sus ojos directamente hacia la luz; la siento, porque ya no soy el mismo; percibo un permanente conflicto en mi ánimo, donde las intenciones de mi mente no llegan a ser plasmadas por mi mano.Buscando Palabras17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Sé que puedo traducir mis sentimientos, pero no llego a exteriorizar mi alegría al papel. Desearía poder extraer mis sentimientos y preguntarles la razón, y con ella, la respuesta a los problemas. Sueño que están muriendo mis emociones, a causa del frío de mi ser; mueren e
My nightmares remind meMy nightmares remind me18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The cold air caressed my cheeks as I ran down the cracked sidewalk my music at max volume and tears streaming from my eyes, My heart aced as if it where clawing its way out of my chest and into the cold autumn to escape this world of hate I lived. I had just come from the park innocently minding my own busyness sitting on the sad excuse for swings, The swings creaked as I kicked with my foot to send myself back and launch forwards, I closed my eyes as I swung back and forth the world around me disappearing when I put on my lime green headphones and turned on my silver Ipod playing my favorite song, All was fine my heart fluttered as images of a fantasy life filled my eyes, But nothing good last forever, A group of teens that attend my junior high walked towards the playground, No not the play ground...Me...I watched them calmly as they approached me their face displaying a familiar look of
Safe Nowsafe now.Safe Now19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My body wrapped next to yours as your deep breathes become hypnotizing, no longer do I need white noise to make me sleep, all I need is you. That's almost just as bad though I suppose.
Here under these blankets I feel as nothing can hurt us. The pain, the judgements, the abuse of our minds that haunt us every waking minute are gone. We are alone together just you with your beauty, and myself with my eyes, which see very rise, and fall of your curved figure, clinging desperately to your pillow as you smile. This is where my world lies. This room, this feeling, and I hope the sun will not rise, for the fear of having to leave. I know that's inevitable, but for now, I shall ignore that.
I curl into you, more so, hair burshing your face, and I can't help but grin in contentment. Why is it that I will have to leave, not to have you here keeping me safe. I shall retun to a cold empty bed, and realize how alone I feel without the warmth of you. I beg don't make me do that. I want to
Poem/Series 2013 - It is He Who Can't Decide...It is He Who Can't Decide, Who is Left BehindPoem/Series 2013 - It is He Who Can't Decide...1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
by James C. Wyntehr
It’s a schizophrenic melodramatic scene, an outburst of emotions without reason. It cannot be contained within one’s own prison that has become a mental illness within one’s own self. I want to know what you think. I want to hear exactly why. I don’t understand and this is my reason. It cannot continue like this, as I hold the key, you can continue to stare but you won’t get it. You are a prisoner, my prisoner and only when I can allow this monster to speak, will you see light again. It is amusement and fear that drives me mad. Madness and sadness are not with me, they are gone. Locked away, locked away. Gladness and badness are too, gone, not with me either. Missing, no. I hold the key to you and we, these emotions are contained within themselves. Like a compulsive stride, and an overwhelming strife, torture is what it sees. What it sees is me. And I will not be left to ruin, I will no
I CryIt’s happened many times before, where I've cried because of him. I've only let him see it once before and I could tell that my tears made him almost unbearably uncomfortable and so I felt that I should avoid losing control in front of him. I know that I can always trust him but I couldn't stand the idea of him feeling awkward just because I couldn't hold back my emotions.I Cry1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
But finally I was pushed just to the brink. He could tell that I was upset and tried to get me to open up and find out why but I just shut him out like I usually do. Even after he left I told him I was fine and that nothing was wrong but just as he was about to fall asleep I fessed up and told him that I lied.
I wasn't alright. I was crying, hurt. I broke down my walls and told him I was crying but I didn't want him to see. He was confused as to why, so I told him it was because I didn't want to make him feel bad and that I just don’t like crying in front of peopl