Half a Glass?The world's dried up and everyone's cup is still half empty.Half a Glass?2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Instead of quenching my thirst, I'd rather share what I have.
Because there isn't one person in my life to fill their other half, I have 6 billion cups to fill.
Be thankful that you're getting a drop because in the end all I'll have is an empty cup.
MannersMannersManners3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Just leave me be...I'm not what I seem!
The stones they say. can't see me jaded and cold,
The Earth can't shake me, the fire will burn me,
And leave me cold...inside...
No Earth, faded, left and hiding in a...
world, so cold...inside!
Old and tattered, unsway and flattered,
I'm not so innocent!
To the strike of lightning, and the shock of thunder,
Heal, me quick,
Torn without care, I'm not even prepared,
Just leave me be...I'm not what who I seem,
I'm left jaded, cynic, faded,
I'm slowly healing, inside,
Colder, and colder, don't touch my skin,
I'm still deep in,
Silent embers, fingers linger, and stick...
Bitten off, and left, cold...
Forever wasn't long.I wrote about us like the stars would fall apart before we did, like i lamented our story with us, and everything we loved. Like no matter high waters or hell fires would we be apart and look at the pretty fucking mess that made... its not like other people can understand that even our demons loved each other, that our insanity and our monsters were so in tuned that even within the chaos it was a beautiful heart wrenching song, like the kind you'd expect at a funeral that drowns out the sobs and mournful whimpers,,,, i guess that song will always be haunting me, i guess i will always be /almost/ okay.Forever wasn't long.7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Daily Snippet 10The ClosetDaily Snippet 108 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Hider of things, profound and unjust; does it rot and stink?
Harbinger of darkness, secrets and Fears; does it make you sink further into Tears?
Eating your soul, day in night out; do you dare open those doors?
Only to see how empty you are; have you never met me before?
Pain? Baggage? Clothes and toys- memories are sweet as they are bold
Happiness? Joy? Freedom now? Did you find the keys, the wings to unfold?
Darkness and Light- contrary and bright; Did you see your chains or eyes just lie?
Truth and Justice, the scent of dust; what did you not see?
You'll never know the Boogey Man doesn't exist if you don't dare to open up your Closet.
Der freie WilleDas schimmernde Glas des Fensters erhob sich bis hoch zur Decke, in dem sich Chloe mit ihren weißen Brautkleid erblickte. Oben saß es eng an und ließ keinen Blick ihres Dekolletees erhaschen, unten fächerte es sich auf. Der Schleier hing über das goldene, geflochtene Haar, bis knapp über die Schulter. Ihre Schleppe hatte Chloe fest in der Hand, so fest, dass es schien, als würde sie ihn zerreißen wollen.Der freie Wille11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Obwohl sie die schönste Braut in diesem Land war, sprach der Gesichtsausdruck genau das Gegenteil. Chloes ganzer Körper strebte sich gegen die Heirat, denn es war eine Begrenzung ihrer Freiheiten. Nie im Leben war es ihr Wunsch gewesen sich zu binden. Die weite, große Welt sollte vor ihr offen liegen. So viele Kontinente gab es noch zu erkunden, um glücklich zu sein.
Stattdessen stand sie vor der Tür, hörte die Glocken erklingen, sah, wie ihre Mutter vor Freude weinte. All das tat C
I Want YouIf I could say anything at all, it would be that I want *you. I want *you in the most raw, uninhibited ways. I want *you to do things to me. Things that I can't speak in words, and I... I want *you holding me. Holding, and caressing my being. Stroking my hair. Kissing me in secret places. Striking a fire that burns in my soul, though *you already do that *very* well and darling I could cut my teeth on glass but it still wouldn't be good enough. Cutting my teeth on *you seems reasonable. My heart has been rung dry of loving *you too much. In order to get it to start beating again, I... I don't know what needs to happen but what I *do* know is that when *you breathed out smoke like a dragon in March I'd be lying if I said my breath didn't catch just a centimeter. I shouldn't want *you, but I do. My God I do...I Want You11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not okay, i promiseAre you okay?I'm not okay, i promise12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Yeah, I'm fine
Sure, you can't see it on my face, but I'm alright for today
Just because I don't hurt myself physically
Doesn't mean I'm less...
Hurt? Confused? Lost? Broken?
Really, stop worrying about me
I just don't know what.
'Out of the way and you kept to yourself.' Invisible Kid; Metallica
Little HypocriteYou dirty, little hypocriteLittle Hypocrite12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Stop it now
Saying you know how
You know you lie
So consumed in what you think is your wit
Dirty, little hypocrite
How dare you tell me
What you think is gold
So my demeanor towards you has a right to be cold
You go against the words you spoke
That’s enough reason to think you’re a joke
If you’re so focused on me
Then do tell
As it might make being around you less of a hell
Why do the opposite of what you say
Not even caring as you astray
You filthy little hypocrite
So naïve to see that you have no wit
Go away before I start to spit
StarsBrooklyn,Stars12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I apologize in advance for any clichés,
But you are the most beautiful soul to have ever graced my existence. From the moment you walked in on that first day, I knew I had to know your name. And so I said hi, introduced myself, and you right back. Though I must confess, I had completely missed out on your name, for I was too lost in counting the number of stars I saw in your eyes, each shining brighter than a thousand strobe lights. Brighter than a million suns.
And now when I look up at the night sky, I do not see stars; I only see your eyes, glittering with those same constellations that dance across your irises.
And for that moment I grow wings to chase them across the universe.
I miss you The day you went away…the day I no longer saw you…the day I last saw your beautiful smile…I don't want to remember it, I wanted for this to last forever, to grow old and be happy for as long as we could…but it turned out, it wasn't what destiny wanted…I wonder each night if you ever felt as lonely as I do right now, if you ever felt as nothing made sense and everything that was left was simply an empty house and long suffering memories. I still look back and miss your laugh echoing through our room, your eyes sparkling with joy as I simply agreed to go out in a date in one of those random days where you just felt like it. As we dined and laughed not really caring if we got kicked out or if we got so drunk we couldn't even go up the stairs and wake up with a terrible headache. I can remember it all as if it had been yesterday…but it has all been gone for a long time now…I still miss your voice and your days when you were just dI miss you13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Thoughts for Company and a Pen for a VoiceLike Jane, this thing about everyone having a friend is not that clear of a concept to me. I’ve never really had a best friend, a person that knew my secrets. There has never been a person in my life that knew everything I was feeling and going through.Thoughts for Company and a Pen for a Voice13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
People say that going into another grade is a fresh start. You get new teachers, new classes, more choices, and some new classmates. They say that you have a chance of getting to know more people, and thus, a chance of gaining some friends. When I went back to school last year, people had changed. Some friends weren’t really my friends anymore. Some of us drifted while some of us got closer, but distance never really made a difference anyway. Even if I got closer to someone, they had someone they were even closer to. I talked to people sometimes, but then they’d leave and find someone else they knew better and told secrets to. That is one of the lonelie
One's ResolveI did as they told me, followed the rules,One's Resolve14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
protected the good, vanquished the evil.
That drove me mad, doing what was right.
What if I differ? What if I want another path?
I'm holding. Myself being my only anchor,
keeping me sane in currents of despair.
I'm holding. Waiting for the day...
The day that I can run in my discovered path.
I'm holding. I see it, but how can I reach it?
I promise, I'll find a way. I'm tired...
Tired of "good", tired of "right."
I will hold on, and won't look back.
How I Will Love You.how I will love you: my hands are so shaky - you can almost see the fires of the armies clamouring around inside me as they form, hear their roar as they cling to my ribs - I cannot carry two things at once without the risk of one dropping. So I will carry only one small plate when you come home from work, the bitter taste of shame still in my mouth from the last time I tried carrying two and one dropped, shattering, and my shins were laced with red. I will watch you eat and maybe beg to steal a bite, but I will not get my own. And you will try but struggle to understand that watching you eat will be more comforting than the iris flowers in the vase you left me this morning, almost as great a comfort as knowing you struggle to understand.How I Will Love You.14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
how I will love you: with sirens between my teeth that still sing of how noxious paranoia haunts my veins and hunts at night, you will learn to stop asking why my jaw clenches when I sleep or why my sunken eyes don’t glitter from the bright moon
Du und IchDu und IchDu und Ich18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Du nimmst mich in den Arm
Ganz fest, ganz fest gedrückt
So nah an dir
So nah an mir
Du nimmst mich an deinen Körper
Ganz fest, fest an dich geschmiegt
Dein Atem an mir
Mein Atem an dir
Du bewegst mich
Du fühlst mich
Du kennst mich
Du glaubst an mich
Du siehst mich
Das hab ich nicht
Du und Mich
DistressNothing compares to youDistress19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Trust me, I've tried
You've reached this kind of perfection,
in my mind
It's all in my mind,
in my mind
All these years, memories
in my mind
There goes our future
Has it really gone that far?
InterpretationIt's all about the views. Every person is different, ergo every perspective is different. Think about this for a moment. Wherever we go, whatever we do, someone is always going to see a situation differently than the others. It's the truth. Some may see something as "just joking around," but others see it as bullying. Us humans as a being, we never agree, because what we view is never the same. When people say "have some perspective," they mean step into the other person's shoes. Have some empathy, people! Everyone has a different past. How one person acts is always a reflection of how someone else has treated them. When it comes to harsh situations, people need to understand that they need to stop, take a deep breath, and find a fresh take on the matter. Really think before you act. Find a way to redirect your energy. Have a positive outlook. Life is short, so you need to embrace it. And I don't necessarily mean do stupid things like "YOLO," but just spread the love. BE YOURSELF. Be gInterpretation19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The Long Mirror, Vol. 4, BrickYears I've walked through that doorThe Long Mirror, Vol. 4, Brick19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Nine hours a day of backing someone else's back
And back again
Through that door
Held up by walls
Older than me
Minutes I've stood looking just askew
Moments wondering to whom I answer
Upon that brick
Held up a wall
Looking older than me
Moments I've reflected just apart
Every second slowed by nagging feeling
Do you wish
That I hold you up
Feeling older than I am
A lifetime I've build a brick, to be a part
Saved and stored energy to support doors
For someone else
Building their brick
Hoping they look
The crushing weight
The crushing years
The crushing rules
A moment of solace when the wall collapsed
Release of blinding potential energy
A cloud of dust, dynamic, settling
I became what I should have always been
LimitlessOne month, three days, and seven hours since you were last The-Old-You-That-You-Cannot- Remember.Limitless19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
But who's counting?
Age is but a number.
Time is limitless.
The mirror lies to you.
Or tells the truth.
You don't remember.
You are floating.
With the fish in the bay that are cool.
But not really.
All you know is that you need to remember- something, anything.
A face looks back at you through the looking glass.
But your face is not a face is not a face is not a face is not a face.
It's someone else's.
Someone else who is eleven/twelve/thirteen/fourteen/fifteen/sixteen
The You of Before laughs and calls you a fool. It tells you to stop trying, that you'll never be who you once were.
The knife is in your hand before you know what is happening.
You need to remember.
You need to feel alive.
Hot blade meets the porcelain underbelly of your arm with the delicate cruelty of a baby's first fa
Snuff Out My Little FlameIn the truest sense, I am much like a flame in so many different ways.Snuff Out My Little Flame20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Can I count them, the reasons, off on my hands? Yes, perhaps on one, but it's still more than just comparing myself and leaving you, the unfortunate reader cursed with this unfortunate piece, hanging, no?
Burning bright with the potential of whatever it desires, providing hope for those around it; lighting the paths of worse-off, guiding them through their dark-riddled misery. Unwavering in the presence of the comforting and warm light, unwavering in the presence of the cruel and cold darkness-- something to admire for a beauty simply indescribable if one were to ask.
Ah, but with such qualities-- such a surface-- requires other, far more disgusting ones, right?
This light that burns so brightly, this flame that you think is there to protect and guide, why, I am not there for that at all-- I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Problems of my own plague me so, and, upon my hours of need, t
Barbie Doll - The short prose epilogueI couldn't do it. Even with the scissors in my hand and my head full of fury, I couldn't go through with it. I wanted to mutilate her. I wanted to destroy that ‘oh so perfect’ doll until there was nothing left but her constituent parts lying in a small pitiful heap. But I didn't. My right hand shook violently in hesitation, and my left held her in a vice like grip. But the idea of your eyes boring into the back of my head with burning tumultuous rage and hate was enough to make me let her go. She dropped gracelessly down on the linoleum floor with a clatter, her painted smile never changing. I screamed silently in rage. I threw the scissors on my bed and slowly put everything away, I couldn't risk you seeing it. I could never please you. Nothing I did would be enough for you. My ‘heartless’ act of retaliation and revenge would only serve to elicit a barrage of whipping insults from your belt like tongue. And I would be left with more invisible bleediBarbie Doll - The short prose epilogue22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This