Let it in...?All the waters in the ocean could never sink a ship unless it gets inside.. Likewise, all the pressures of life can never hurt you, unless you let them in.Let it in...?44 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
There's Always Something Behind it...When people put you down or talk about you behind your back, remember...they took time out of their pathetic lives, to think about you.There's Always Something Behind it...55 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
InsultsCalling me FAKE won't make you REAL,Insults2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Calling me DUMB won't make you SMART,
Calling me WEAK won't make you STRONG,
Calling me UGLY won't make you BEAUTIFUL,
Calling me MEAN won't make you NICE.
Calling me GAY won't make you STRAIGHT!
So why bother? Every insult you make is only hurting yourself.
FarewellsTears resurface to stain cheeks, reddened from the sobs of those who've tasted grace, and have it ripped from their heart just as easily. Overwhelming emotions sway focus from what will be, to what could be. Thoughts dancing with selfish minds; hopeless and desperate inner pleas consume the soul. Goodbyes are not forever. Eternity is a time best not fed half hoped desires. Goodbyes are the birthing of hope. One candle flickers as another is lit. In each day dwells the hopes and desires of the next exchange; giving each day new meaning. An open hand is outstretched, waiting for the day it is met with another, waiting to pull its desire into its embrace. What utterances that could drip from the tongue are fleeting, as time stops and only a moment is caught drifting through exchanges, broken only by smiles produced by the end of a long wait. For each day in perpetual hell, another drop of radiance pools into the next awaited encounter. Tears resurface once more, as farewells are spoken soFarewells3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The Rant of the Annoying Things of the WorldA Rant on the Useless, Annoying Things of the WorldThe Rant of the Annoying Things of the World4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
by Michelle Wang
Obnoxious bits of circular glass molded to fit your eyeballs.
Delicate little bowls that can easily slip from your fingertip, plummet to the floor and be crushed or lost,
And just as easily cause psychological issues for the impatient.
The ultimate eyeball assaulter for little children.
One of the few things in the world that small that triggers your body's self-protective instinct.
If eyes are the windows to the soul,
Are the contact lenses those ridiculous gauzy curtains that block out absolutely nothing?
The so-called protective substance that should be high on the list of summertime torture methods.
Similar to contact lenses in the way they both cause the user pure hell when it comes in contact with your eyes.
Absolutely useless seventy-five percent of the time when needed.
There is absolutely no difference whether it exists or not,
As the person gets burned red as a lobster whether it i
The BonesThey lay in the field, a sun-bleached reminder of death. The grass grows around and inside the ivory remnants of a life expired. Many bones have been carried off by vultures and foxes alike. Only a few remain. A jawless skull sits amidst daisies and the scattered rib cage, locked in an eternal grin. The earth reclaims its lost child slowly as the plants and mushrooms consume the bones and return them to the soil.The Bones4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Someday the materials will be put together and will form another body that will die again, but for now, the bones rest.
My ResolutionEveryone makes those petty New Years' Resolutions every year. Whether it be to stay in shape, lose some weight, join a gym, grow a beard,or what have you, we almost always make them. Its a part of the New Years' tradition. Part of the New Years' fun. Normally, I don't really like to make resolutions; but this year, a rather practical one came to me a tad bit early:My Resolution5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This year, I resolve to drop my addiction. Anyone that's been watching, stalking, or following me for a while should know exactly what I'm talking about. But I suppose I should explain anyways.
There is this boy in my grade; an ex of mine. Our breakup was a mistake; totally and utterly my fault. And something that I regret inexplicably. Since the breakup, I've been desperately trying - groveling, begging, clinging - to get him to MAYBE reconsider, and to take me back. Pretty much the only thing I've gotten back from him is a maybe; not something I hold my hopes too high on. Meanwhile, after all this time, its clear that he's
contradictionstake a torch to firecontradictions5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
and burn the heat clean
light contradicts itself
as it cant illuminate a heart
a heart is dark because its inside the body
the light is outside but always beaming
and so the skin bathes, as the heart bleeds
the good things in life are dark
and twilight is the brightest time of the day
Internal StormYou sit there staring out the window, letting your thoughts take over. The rain is pouring down harder, the lightening and thunder causes goosebumps to cover your skin. You take in the beauty of the storm and with eyes closed you think about how your life got turned around. As you pull your knees to your chest, tears start flowing from your eyes. These tears surprise you at first but you decide not to hold them in anymore. You are tired of keeping everything locked up inside. You wonder why life has to be so unfair sometimes and it stresses you out not understanding why these bad things happen to you all the time. It's like your life is a deep, dark forest and no matter what paths you take, they always seem to lead you the wrong way. Lost forever, wandering aimlessly around until all hope is lost. Alone. The feeling you dread the most. You let your legs down and place a hand on the window, the cold sensation feels soothing on your palm. Where did everyone go? What happened? Where did tInternal Storm5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Lie.Oh sweet Jesus Christ, i have just come to the greatest realization in my life, and it is tha-Lie.5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Uhmm, i think it would be nice to have a backstory to start this entry:
I have never been able to write any decent shit. Not poetry, not narrative, not any kind of fucking piece of writting. I still love writting anyway, but i don't write poetry or narrative stuff, i write my "analysis" of, well, everything. Modern society, my friends, general human behavior, conversations and reflexions with myself, and weird psychology theories.
Anyway, it's because when i try to make a nice story, i start making up a topic like, let's say, uh, a fanfic about the life of Shining Armor since before Twilight was born, leading up to the moment he leaves to join the royal army, and then to the moment she gets to Ponyville. But fuck it, when i start writing i add too many useless details which make the story kind of annoying to read, but which, i admit, make it realistic as fuck. I add stuff that doesn't belong
A Life Without, Journal 2December 5, 2013A Life Without, Journal 26 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Yesterday I had my last therapy session with the doctor from my former hometown. While I couldn't be happier at the notion of leaving that city behind, I will be a little disappointed to leave behind that doctor, who provided a few insights that I did not expect.
I'm beginning to feel that in the nature versus nurture debate, nurture is too frequently underestimated. It seems that everything we do is governed in some way by our attempts to make up for our familial failures. I struggle with a sense of absence with regards to my father, and the more virulent emotions that come out of my mother.
I've always felt inclined to try to please my mother. I was a crazy smart kid, and there's nothing an overbearing mother likes more than a wunderkind. But when I started to catch up to the rest of the world, and ignoring required studying was no longer an option, our relationship began to seriously suffer. I was never doing poorly (often never even making C's), but I was doing poo
My MindIt feels strange to be trapped in one’s own mind.My Mind6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I can’t detect the emotions of other people, nor can I predict what they will say/do/think/feel. I can’t think on what effects my action will have on someone else. Do don’t know that if I tell this joke I know the people on the receiving end will enjoy it or be offended. I only take what is presented to me by face value.
I trust the words given to me on what the person thinks or feels.
With this cost comes a very strong attachment to my emotions. I can sense my own place in myself. I can feel everything and how I am affected. My emotions tell me that I want to soar in the wind and love life for what it is. I can’t though.
There are so many people that only seem to drag me down.
So many people seem to exist to bring misery. I get so upset when they interact with me. They joke and jest about me and command me around. It may just be something simple, but the impact to magnified by my mind and emotions.
.spark..only you can move me..spark.7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
.in that special way of yours.
.with your gentle touch.
.on my delicate skin.
.caressing every curve.
.awakening my senses.
.encapturing my attention.
.i yearn for you.
.and everything you bring.
.for you are my lover.
.you are my spark.
Stay or Leave?"Don't get mad. I don't like it."Stay or Leave?7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"Don't be sad. I don't like it."
"Don't smile. I don't like it."
"Don't laugh. I don't like it"
"Don't be you. I don't like it"
Then what am I supposed to do?
Then who am I?
You're saying you don't like me.
But you stay with me.
To change me into someone else
So that I don't exist anymore
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of changing
But I don't stop
I'm able to but I don't
Because you are the only one left
If you're gone,
I'll be left behind
All over again
But if you stay
I won't exist
But it wouldn't matter anyways.
Baby, It's All Just a DreamYou sit alone in the gray hallway, light filtering through the open door at the end of the hall. The door leads to a balcony, and in spite of their current altitude, there is no railing to speak of. No one ever falls, so it’s alright.Baby, It's All Just a Dream8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
She runs by, and you expect her to keep running, like she has done for months now, but she stops and smiles at you. It’s definitely odd, considering you haven’t spoken since June, but you don’t question it as you take her offered hand and stand up.
The two of you walk out onto the balcony, that is really little more than a ledge, and sit down, legs swinging over the edge, hands still clasped together. The conversation is forgettable and pleasant, and you don’t think about it until you do, and then the calmness of it is what really gets to you, instead of the oddities that you’ve already brushed off.
You look to your side and gaze at her, frowning. Eventually she looks at you too.
“This is a
Challenge: Sadden by Music I look out there and I nobody,that trust me, believe me or friends with me...Challenge: Sadden by Music9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I see is rain.... they think I'm crazy...they think I different about myself...am I the from shadows ?
I don't understand..they don't understand me ... I talk to the rain...
My feelings burns from song storm and fire it hurts
Wander in the dark forest.. I don't feel anything I... feel numb
Its not a miracle... I hear footsteps coming...it's not normal was it... an invasion !
love is war no... its like a two faced on a coin... hmm... or a hall of mirrors that reflect of my personality
blood... smells like roses... red like roses ....
This will be the day where I burn my wings and fall
I taste a bad apple.. I'm just your problem JUST see who I am
I live in a town or on top of a hill of sorrow
6 words IV through VIwar is waged by all humanity6 words IV through VI10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
illness creates boundries, a war within
love conquers all. love is flawed
what is love? if rarity persists?
light carries darkness of its own
shields destroy more than they protect
Sad soulI am a sad soul. Yes, a sad soul. Invaded by Invidia, left by Luxuria, untouched by Avaritia, cursed by Acedia, deserted by Gula, forsaken by Ira and corrupted by Superbia. Forever to wonder who I am and what I am. Forever to wonder if I even want to know. Never to see my redemption. Forever to try to attain it, even if I don`t want to. The white rose is depressed. The red rose is bitter. The cyan rose is pouting. The night rose is frustrated. And the black rose rise. The five are always there, more or less powerful. Right now, the black one reign, the one of inner despair. I am a sad and fragmented soul.Sad soul10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
6 words I through IIIlife ends at the beginning carefully6 words I through III10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
flowers bloom but die so quickly
beauty is short. knowing is everything
Wolf Hybrid (chapter 2)Wolf Hybrid (chapter 2)11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I ran tears streaming down my face. He was my first friend. The first person who didn’t look at me like I was a weirdo. And now I was running away from him so I could hide my secret. I ran by the tightrope and jumped over it as my pure white tail revealed itself. Finally I reached the forest and entered the thicket of trees. I heard off in a distance the sound of jakes voice still calling my name. I jumped and with little effort I landed on top of the highest tree branch as I heard the crunching of jakes feet.
“(name)!!!” he called through the trees. I sat silently on the branch looking down at him. I watched him as he kept calling my name and looking around for me. My feet dangled and I gripped the side of the tree to keep from jumping down there. From somewhere close by I heard a gunshot and so did Jake.
“(NAME!!)” he screamed running towards the noise.
SeaThe shore's humid sands are the pavement of the entrance. Standing still, we hear the sounds of waves as open gates, insignificant in the face of the vastness into which they invite you. We go in at our own speed, meeting the tide as architect of the change we're subject to. Clean, empty and rebuilt, we float aimlessly until the moment when we feel ready to walk on firm land once again.Sea11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The Last Gift"Show me something I'll never hear again."The Last Gift11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"I love you."
InterludeInterlude [LP] 05-Dec-13Interlude11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I crave for the stars because we all want to go to places we can never be.
I do not want to sleep -
I want black rings under my eyes and bruises
because I want to look the way I
Endless paradoxes keep me awake at night because I like to make life harder than it is.
Shut up, when will you finally shut up.
I wish I wasn't so scared of putting
scissors to my head
Next to a wall.
The truth is, it is me who is "godfucking selfish".
I want to end it.
I want to end.
Fuck boundaries, I have none.
I wish I could decide which is mo
Untitledto write of the pain and memory throughout the years past...Untitled13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
the struggle, the effort, the endeavour, the trial by all that might fail me
all the time I miss your presence, while also all the time it is in me
I measure myself by you, always challenge myself under your reasoning
as the years pass, my confidence in my own judgement and myself grows
while the pain and fear never leaves
the terror of the blue and for my whole world to be destroyed once more cannot be forgotten
memories and echoes of the lessons you learnt and the whispers of your footsteps guide me
maybe without you I was forced to grow stronger and faster and harder
but even as the years pass it feels too quick, a life cut short and your journey ended too soon
for I still needed you