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 cliché 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 psychotic bDon't Fall In Love With A Writer1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
The gentleman with the paper napkin rose!Lonely and heart broken,The gentleman with the paper napkin rose!3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I was that night.
I walked out of my hotel room,
right into the bar and into it's magical atmosphere,
beautiful belly dancers,
I sat down and got me a drink,
wanting to drawn,
all of my feelings,
my love, my life.
wanting to be cold,
not wanting to feel anything,
betrayal is a painful
thing to remember!
So I wanted the ability to forget,
since forgiving was much too soon
for my broken heart.
So intense was this pain,
many years later
I still carry it's scars.
and without looking I was at the distance,
welcomed by someone's interest...
There he was looking at me,
and for the longest time
I could not look away, I got hypnotize
by his Indian eyes...
From a paper napkin he made me a flower,
I thought of this detail for hours.
He walked to me and reached for my hands,
placing the object of his creation between my fingers.
He must have made this flowers a thousand times,
because as he did,
he never stopped looking at my eye
... and nobody cares.Can you see these empty eyes, screaming for help? No you can't.... and nobody cares.2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh come on, you're not sick! I can't see it! Your answer was. You're thinking of me as a malingerer, don't try to tell me otherwise. You think I'm one of the comfortably sick to get through life easy.
Have you ever asked yourself why you (still) live? What is worth for living? When all problems hail down on you at once and you threaten to suffocate, seeing all your plans and dreams destroyed, you won't consider giving up, don't you?
Come get your ass up, lazy f*ck and get a job again, I once heard you yelling at me. Afterwards I'm asking myself – do you, so called friend, even know me at all? Do you know that the pressure of my past has crushed me into an unstable pile of mood swings, suicide thoughts and psychosomatic sickness? Probably not, because if you'd know me you wouldn't hurt me with your words.
But there are loads of therapists out there, don't whine into my ears any longer, go get your hea
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 week 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,
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-egos1 week 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
-Adelaida (No pony alias yet)
-Angel (Pulsar Majoris): Male version of Sandra
-Astrid (Star Lollipop): Birdwing
fellow adventurers and others who want to donti know its been a long time sense she commited suicide but i just recently found out about Amanda Todd the poor girl she just couldnt handle it anymore i wanted to say that it gets better i should know and today im gonna tell you my storyfellow adventurers and others who want to dont4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
it was an ordanary day in the dew household yes dew as in mountain dew anyway i was deppresed tho that wasnt unusual for me knowing my past it was diffrent this time it was like my deppression was worse then ever i went into my brothers old room to look at pictures because hes at collage so i was missing him then i noticed his clouset was open now ya see he had a real sword in that clouset and i saw it i thought to myself i-its to much i cant handle it anymore i picked the sword up and almost drew it getting ready to drive it right through my 9 year old chest but then i thought to myself why am i doing this all its gonna do is make my family missrable and i dont
4 Dead ChordsI’m here, with the darkness embracing me, trying to sleep. My eyes, full of tears, want to sleep, listening to those things that makes me feel bad in the middle of the night, listening to my thoughts written by other mind, but are mine. I know the reason of the sad midnight, when the sky has closed the window and no one can see the spirits, walking lonely roads.4 Dead Chords2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe I took another wrong way, or the wrong way took me, with a beautiful smile and deep black eyes, asking me if I was truly happy all this time without Starlight; I wasn’t, those days were wasted moments in my life. There’s nothing to see inside a womb, where you are isolated and peaceful with yourself, thinking about the day you had.
I’m drowning in memories, and cry, the droplets that my lung has.
Come With Me~I snuck out somewhere last night. I do every night. I go to a wonderful place, somewhere no one knows.Come With Me~3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You should come with~
I love it there. It has it's ups and downs- but it really is a nice place.
Better than you can image~
It changes almost every night. It can be really bright and fun, then the next night I have to run for my life.
Are you on your way?~
I can be pleasured- or in pain. I can be happy- or depressed. I can fear- or be feared. I can be trying to save everyone from a burning house- or be starting the fire.
It might hurt- and I can't say it'll get better~
It could be a really romantic night- or I could be getting ready for murder.
So lets go get ready~
Do you want to know where this place is?
You might regret it- but I know we'll have fun~
Are you sure you really want to know?
You can't run now~
I snuck out somewhere last night. I do every night.
You should come with~
You should come with me to Dream
BlueHis name was Blue. He was called this way because of the colour of his eyes. To say the truth, his eyes weren't blue, they were something between green and light blue. It was up to the light to decide the colour his eyes would be in a certain moment. He was a sensitive, sweet and introvert guy. He was a great lover of Art. In his opinion, the Art was one of the greatest expressions of the human faculties, as well as a way to escape from reality. He liked philosophy, difficult things and the human brain. He didn't like chaos and he didn't like to stay among too many people. He used to invite few close friends to his birthday parties, and anyway he liked to spend them with his family. Blue was war and peace, calm and anxiety, sweetness and cruelty.Blue4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Blue is in love with Novocaine, an idea of perfection. Blue is searching for his Novocaine. Blue is Novocaine's man, I am Blue!
Dear Introverts,Dear introverts,Dear Introverts,4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Listen to me, if you will, and listen well.
I understand what you're going through, for I went through it too. A shyness so painful it literally makes your stomach turn. Your knees shake and you wrap your arms around your body as you hide yourself in the closest corner.
You see the glances and the smirks as if they can smell your fear and it only makes you more terrified. You try to speak and your throat closes up as if a defense mechanism to keep you from saying something stupid, as you're so sure you'd do.
You can guess their thoughts as clearly as if they were text over their heads. 'Freak' seemed to pop up quite a few times. This is, of course, if you get up the courage to get out of your house in the first place.
I know. The comfort of your home seems so much better. A lock of your door and you're completely safe. Nothing can hurt you. No one can call you a freak.
But before you do that...please heed my warning. I did just that for many years. I let fear overcome
The True ArtistThe true artist is within,The True Artist5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
He/She probably don't do it for a living.
They work 40+ hours at a job, but dream of art,
And save for the next project, for the next brush, for the next lens.
There is a million things in their way, distractions, obstacles,
Yet they still create, those are the true artists, that do it for the love.
They don't get recognition, or a million likes every time they burp.
They don't have staff to stock studios, or load film, or move lights or promote their vision,
They work their hours, save their energy, and use their spare time to create,
These are the artists that you want to know, and be around, and support with your body, your thoughts, and your money.
I Stand to AnswerI am only HumanI Stand to Answer3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not perfect
I can never be perfect
I will make mistakes
I will make errors of judgement
I will be wrong
I can be right
I can try not to make mistakes
I can try to make better judgements
I cannot try to be perfect
I will never be perfect
You can not persecute me for my imperfect nature
I am only Human
I will not always be what you want
I will & can try to be what you need
I do not want us to end
I can not let us end
I am afraid of the end
I am sorry
I am afraid
I am Human
I am someone who loves you
I am someone who cares about you
I want you to consider my feelings
I want you not to think of only yours
I want you to know yours are important
I want you to know so are mine
I want you to know I am sorry
I want you to know I hope you will give us a chance
I want you to try to overlook my flaws
I want you to know I will always love yours
I am sorry I am not perfect
I am sorry I will never be exactly what you want
I am sorry you wish to leave be because I am not
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 week 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…
20 Things to Do When You're Sad1- Give yourself a makeover20 Things to Do When You're Sad1 week 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
The ScientistCome up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryThe Scientist10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I'll set you apart
Roni was excited for her new best friend to finally come over. I was never good at talking to others, so I wasn't excited. I unplugged the airbed from the pump, quickly closing the seal so air wouldn't get out. A knock at the door showed that Roni's friend was here. I peeked out from the hallway, looking at the stranger from my hiding spot.
She was beautiful.
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart
Roni fell asleep around midnight, Chass was a night owl, so she was still up. Me and her had been talking for the past few minutes. Trying to get to know each other. I was falling in love. Days passed, weeks, we were both really close by now. I wanted to ask her out, but, I was just to nervous.
What if I was just a friend to her?
The Privileged Feminist and the WomanShe was a feminist, born free,The Privileged Feminist and the Woman15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
while she was a woman born over seas.
She was the feminist who went to school,
while she was the woman who paid unrightful dues.
She was the feminist who went to college,
while she was the woman forced to work without knowledge.
She was the feminist who preached her corrupted views,
She was the woman whose homeland was on the news.
She was the feminist who spoke her annoying mind,
She was the woman who could only be at peace inside.
She was the feminist who could walk freely,
She was the woman that would get beaten weekly.
She was the feminist who blamed men for everything,
She was the woman who was forced to bare men's offspring.
She was the feminist who could chose her life
She was the woman who didn't make it past twenty five.
She is the feminist who is blind to the world,
who only cares for herself, her life is like a pearl,
She is the woman who cannot show her face,
as an excuse to be modest, faithful and chaste.
She is the feminist who is ignorant t
What it means to be a star...And in the lying lightWhat it means to be a star...1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
you can feel the force.
Yet you can't understand
that what I actually am
may hurt you.
Don't come too close to me
or you may burn yourself
on my flaming skin.
Leave me alone,
although it may hurt me
it is better than seing you in pain.
07/30/2014 Dywiann Xyara
belovedyou're backbeloved1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
and it's so hard
has a year
and gone by
just like that?
have we really
caressed our hearts
and ripped it
today we stand
we had a lot
despite all that's
is still the same.
i never knew
to how blind
going to have
for loving me
if it weren't
i wouldn't have
lived to this point
you saved me.
i will never
you are special.
Safe and Sound [Reader/???]Safe and Sound [Reader/???]2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Please Read the Description first, thank you.
I remember you said, don't leave me here alone...
Mafuyu was different, yes, but that did not mean that he wasn't worthless. In fact, if you were to be asked you'd say that he was worth more than most people within this world. Mafuyu was different, yes, but that did not mean that he wasn't the perfect version of himself. You had no idea how it was to be a