HopeHope is what gets one up the morning of prom and you have not been asked. Hope is something for all to experience. Hope can bring not only purification, but it brings happiness and strength. When one cannot bear the strife it is hope that tells them to go on and prosper. When one cannot hold on to their sanity it is hope that sheds light on their blackened soul. Hope is not a friend. Hope is not an emotion. Hope is a light. It guides one to their destiny. It helps one overcome sadness and distress. Hope is not something that can come easily. She must be beckoned by strength and courage. She is lured by bravery and might, by willpower and love. She is yours to hold forever. Hope tells you to put down that knife, to step off that building, to put down those pills and think of your family. Think of everything you have accomplished and what you can accomplish. Hope is not a foe, it is not a myth. Hope is a light, a star. Hope is you. You are your own hope. So you can choose,Hope14 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
The strength in my bonesI remember a time that seems so long ago where I told you sometimes, I could gaze at my hand, and see only glass in the place of flesh. Because I was, and still am, so easily broken as stained glass in an abandoned church's window. But now when I look at my hand, and stand almost alone, I see flesh, blood, and bone, ready to fight against the world alongside you. You've gotten my secrets, and I yours. Forever shall we keep them among only us, and hold our breath when the world beats us for answers. You've given me strength, and you've given me hope. When I honestly thought there was none left in this world.The strength in my bones52 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
You've become the strength in my limbs when I lift my head in the morning, or stride down the hallways. You've turned the unpleasant, tense feeling in my stomach to lightweight butterflies fluttering about. You've held out your arms and accepted me, greedy and bratty and bitchy as I am, and you've held me tightly as the flames of the world singed my clothes. You've taken the s
~ Letter to my Friend ~ I open my window pane, the chilly early autumn breeze kisses my cheeks. It was going to be a typical fall day in the city. The sun was rising, my heart is still longing for the night. You left me. I didn’t want to believe. You were right all along. Now I understand. Don’t you worry about me, old friend. I’ll be just fine. I know who I am now, and I know what to do. Thanks for showing me the way. This world is bitter, old friend, so before you left ,I packed you a piece of my heart. Keep it safe. You are free , you always were. Only now I understand your saying “Born free, forever free.” You can never understand unless you taste it, unless you felt it. I wish there were more people who knew what it means to be free. We knew it for sure, it tasted like sugar and felt like revolution. Thanks for showing me your world, next time I’ll show you mine. Ever since I could remember, I’ve been a closed person with nails on my heart and scars on my~ Letter to my Friend ~1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Breve ensayo de la caidaBreve ensayo de la caida1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
Breve ensayo de la caída.
Es curioso el abismo de la desesperación.
Está la idea de que en la vida de una persona algo gigantesco ocurre y le lleva a caer directo al oscuro fondo. Pero no es así. Esa es la idea más alejada del descenso al abismo.
Comienza con la pérdida. No importa que sea, puede ser algo insignificante, algo material, una persona, un sentimiento, un lugar. Pero está pérdida es la llave para que el abismo se abra.
La tristeza y la depresión entran en la persona. Lentamente su mente se llena de recuerdos que en algún momento traían felicidad pero ahora causan nostalgia. No importa quien seas, cuantas veces hayas caído, o que tan fuerte seas. No puedes evitar el torrente de recuerdos.
Después sigue la negación. No puedes creerlo por lo tanto te niegas a esa realidad. Aquí es donde las personas comienzan a degenerase. Algunos pelearan con rabia por recuperar la pérdida, otro
My Biographical StatementThese are the people who we share interest with.My Biographical Statement2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Who we can go to when we hit the wall.
When we need a connection to the outside world.
When we need someone to confide in… And they confide in us.
Who doesn’t judge you on past mistakes, and will allow you to grow.
These people are important to us, they make impacts on our lives… as we do theirs.
They’re our friends…
From the beginning of our life, to the first day of school and beyond, we wanted to be accepted. Not just by our family or teachers… but by our peers. The ones we encounter on a daily basis as we go through life.
Taking that first step out of our comfort zone, we walk over to them.
Nervous, worried about how they may already think of us…
Yet, against all odds, we continue walking.
Until we are before them, eyes locked.
Silence stirs around you.
You go over the many greetings in your head, hoping to find the
DepressionYou reek of sadness and desperation-- loneliness and isolation.Depression2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
But who is to blame for such a thing? You. Just you, only you.
You're a terror-- a nightmare.
I hear you weeping; it's such a common thing from you.
You try to hold it in; all it does is stop your breathing.
The tears roll down your cheeks, and you whisper, in the dark, ever so quietly.
He has gotten to you; he will reign over you, like many others.
And here you sit-- alone.
Falling into the abyss; you’ve gone too far to save yourself.
No one hears your cries any longer.
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see anWhat is on the other side?2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you as strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
The EndIt's finally happened, the truth I did not want to believe has slapped me hard across the face. Now it was clear by the end of August of last year that we had started to slip through the cracks a little, but every now and then we would find our way back. Not this time, this time you've pushed me over the ledge and and watched me fall, you could have cared less how I ended up you were just saving yourself. As I watched from here I saw you living life and moving onto better thing slowly but surely forgetting about me.The End2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I would try to reach out to you but you would just brush it off like it was nothing. The silence between us was the worst part, sure we had to go several months without communication but you were off doing your job. This is different, I'm right in front of you but you still manage to look right through me as if I'm nothing but another ghost of you past.
It's frustrating, it surly hurts but it is what it is. This is where we are and I guess where we'll remain.
RemembranceIf I die before you, will you remember the date of my funeral?Remembrance4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ataque de estres/ansiedad Empiezo a sentir mareos, así que me voy tropezando por los pasillos buscando un cuarto vacío. Finalmente encuentro uno. Entró y cierro la puerta con llave para que nadie pueda entrar.Ataque de estres/ansiedad4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Mire la hora en mi celular. 2:34 am. Creo que fue una mala idea ir por una caminata, a estas horas nadie esta despierto.
Mi corazón se esta acelerando y mis manos tiemblan. Me siento en el piso y sostengo mi cabeza con las manos, tratando de relajarme. Mi respiración es anormal, y estoy sudando.
Ahora no es el momento.
Puedo sentir el hormigueo por todo mi cuerpo aumentar.
No, para, por favor.
Puedo escuchar mi corazón latir. Todo parece estar mas alto y mas callado al mismo tiempo.
Mi visión se pone borrosa, apareciendo y desapareciendo. Mire mis manos, las cuales están temblando incontrolablemente. Me siento aturdida.
Esto me ha pasado antes, bastantes veces en realidad. Cuando me siento sola o como una carga esto pasa. Es por eso que odio enfermarme,
El Sufrir y sus Razones: El AmorHoy veo a muchas personas sufriendo...El Sufrir y sus Razones: El Amor5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
¿Porque? Muchas razones hay.Hay tantas razones que no me caben para escribirlas
Pero que razón en particular podríamos poner en este escrito...
Empecemos con la mas común hoy en día
Mis puntos de vista son particulares con respecto a este tema.
Últimamente veo que ya el amor no es tomado enserio, todo es un juego, un simple deseo, una manipulación del alma, un acto de narcisismo y lo peor de todo una embriaguez divina.
Pero podéis preguntaros: ¿Exactamente debemos sufrir por ello?
Hay dos opciones con respecto a esta pregunta
La primera: Se debe sufrir por amor, o, mejor dicho sacrificarse por ello
La segunda: Quedarnos impunes ante este sentimiento tan particular
Yo principalmente ya tome decisión y ahora se que esa es la correcta
Y tu ¿Ya decidiste?
Guess who's back, Main Topic AlesaWhat's the problem with Alesa? I don't find her a problem with anything. So why is there some hate towards her?Guess who's back, Main Topic Alesa8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Tribut an den BlutgottDunkelheit.Tribut an den Blutgott9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Sie wohnt in meiner Seele, hat sich dort ein gemütliches Nest gesponnen.
Ausgepolstert ist es mit all der schillernden Verzweiflung in mir, die sich mir täglich in neuen Farben darbietet.
Die Dunkelheit fühlt sich dort wohl.
Sie hat längst alle Hoffnung erstickt, den letzten Funken erst vor wenigen Tagen, dabei kein einziges Mal gezögert. Kein einziges Mal zurück geschaut.
Stattdessen lachte sie und rief den Blutgott zu sich, der schon immer ihr Freund gewesen war. Lange lebte er nur versteckt hinter ihr, tauschte sich nur mit seiner Schwester, der Verzweiflung aus, doch nun tritt er offen zu Tage.
Jeder soll ihn sehen, die Spuren die er hinterlassen hat.
Hat er nicht wunderschöne Muster hinterlassen, Landschaften voller Gefühl und so individuell wie das Leben? Seine weißen Spuren erklingen von Geschichten, die niemand hören darf, doch jetzt hat er eine Chance.
Der Blutgott spricht mit mir selbst, er wendet sich an mich, mit
Passion ProseLet us savor this moment for what it is. Let's forget about the ending. Let my hand run through your olive skin, let my fingers explore every corner of your face, from the softness of your brow to the roughness of your jaw. Pierce my soul with your deep eyes. Let my hands run through your locks, so dark, so soft. -and your jaw oh, so rough-. Kiss my lips, feel them too. Make me want some more, like you know how to do.Passion Prose9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Parallelograms and HumanityThey sit in rows and lines, always ignoring the feeling of morose apathy in the air as if the whole world can't see the truth. And I sit amongst them, always observant and watching for the first one to bolt. They are all terrified. But duty is one act that they can pull off faultlessly.Parallelograms and Humanity9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I am torn between duty and the truth, also.
But I am not like them, really. We are reflections of our common behaviors but that is really just due to formalities. It is our beliefs that stir our hearts to action. Whether ingrained in our souls from infancy or learned through the process of living, we each have within us a capacity to do.
Whether our doing is a seed of growth or of destruction, is really up to the believer.
There is an infinite number of catalysts that may or may not bring these deeds forth. As a race, called humanity, we are without limitations. Our instincts drive us. What creates the boundaries of our souls? Is it society or our parents? Could it be our neighbors, our friends? Do we l
Society What Do You Think?I am 19 years old and was 18 at the time of this story. To this day I am not even sure if what happened to me was rape or not. I was a manager at a fast food place and as such I had become rather close with my team, even offering rides home when they needed it. There was one guy in particular who I knew had taken an interest in me but I had refused his advances consistently on the grounds that I had a boyfriend as well as couldn't mess around with my crew members. It so happened that one night I got a message from him asking me to come over. In the message he explained that he knew that it was indecently late but he was having a very hard week and just needed to talk to someone he could trust. After making it clear to him that I was coming over as a friend who was worried for him and not as a female who was interested in him I decided to make the short drive over. I made sure I was wearing un-provocative clothing (large boy hoodie and basketball shorts)and went on over.Society What Do You Think?9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ethereal ArtistI use to be a sketch artist, but it didn‘t work out too well. Sketching the features of an ever changing face, it always felt so natural. The unique features held by the human race are amazing; however, they are yet so futile and fragile, susceptible to breakage and age, always changing with every tick of the clock, obeying to the changing times and tides. What is at once flat, becomes plump. What is short becomes tall, or at least taller. With time they will change, and my art will stay the same. Forever unique due to the humans changing phases. All the features that make you, will eventually change and dissipate; my paintings are unique and always unique, never changing, always staying. I have at my liberty to create these masterpieces, masterpieces with no equal and no copy, from the humans disgusting metamorphosis of age.Ethereal Artist12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Aging is a process that my works neglect. They forgo the natural urge to collect dust and dirt from the surroundings and elevate to a new level. They stay t
Life ManagementDear Human,Life Management12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This is to inform you that life as you know it has been binned. There were a lot of complaints regarding life as it had been, so it was decided that a new system be adopted, which will hopefully be pleasing to everyone. As of now, life is an RPG. There is no need to worry; this letter outlines everything you need to know.
First things first. You will not age! That does away with the whole search for everlasting youth thing. No need to bother scientists with genetic research and the like. Convenient, huh? Instead, you will gain experience points as you defeat monsters on the field, which will allow you to move up from level to level and become stronger. This will allow you to be able to kill stronger beasties and become even stronger, until you hit the roof, level 99, at which nothing will pose a challenge to you anymore. At this level, you can either choose to revisit old areas and watch adversaries shrivel up at your mere presence, or you can head towards one of the crazy-
[Pr] I've got a bad auraOr is it a curse?[Pr] I've got a bad aura14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't even know.
I used to have friends.
Alot of them.
Till now. And I didn't do anything.
Some, just disappeared after 5 years of friendship, never talked to me again, as if they were too freaking happy that they'd never have to see me again.
Some, just never answered my messages again, from one day to an other, as if I was some stinky little sickness they didn't want to be infected with.
And some, well, some turned their backs on me, becoming weird people I don't recognize. Some of them were people I was worried about, but no matter how friendly I tried to be, when I told them, they yelled at me, hated me, kicked my ass in every way they found it was funny. To some, I even came back crawling, excusing for nothing. Things I handt done, or didnt need to be sorry about, because they were simply things every human being would do in some situations. For example, get angry when somebody expects you to be there, without being able to explain to you why.
call for mecall for mecall for me14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
if your sky is grey
if your heart is troubled
call for me
if there is nobody
nobody you can depend on
nobody you can trust in
call for me
and i will come
wherever i am
if everything is getting wrong
if you lose
call for me
if your days become dark
if your light is broken
call for me
and i will come
wherever i am
if your ship is sinking
if your last sail is torn
call for me
if your soul has lost its wings
if it's bound by iron chains
call for me
and i will come
wherever i am
i would even come back from the death
every day again
even if you killed me everyday
if you need me
i will be there
i only ask for this:
that you trust me
trust in me
that you would be there too
if i needed you
that you don't lie to me
if i want to know the truth
that you accept me
how i am
who i am
that you tell me my mistakes
what i have done well
that you sometimes just