O meu destinoRespira, inspira...O meu destino14 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Eu sou um escritor, e o meu trabalho é escrever. Percebo que não sou apenas isto, e que qualquer um pode escrever. Eu paro, e penso: então o que eu sou? Não! Eu sou um escritor artista, encontro uma obra de arte naquilo que escrevo. Espere, não! Eu sou algo maior que isso! Talvez, o meu trabalho seja além da criação, embora eu me considere como um criador, inventor de novas palavras. E, agora que as vejo, elas combinam! Eu posso sentir a música, entendo a poesia, sei dizer que elas não são apenas meras palavras, mas ritmo e melodia. Oh! Agora eu sou um poeta e não sabia!? — faço um balanço na gangorra — Então entro em transe, a dúvida ocorre entre o brando e o tenro, ou o singelo, casto e puro. São todas diferentes, observadas assim, mas a verdade reside no que elas são: muito mais que iguais. Tudo fica ainda mais louco quando enc
What you see, What I seeThis is dedicated to you, my friend. Pleas be safe know that I'm here.What you see, What I see1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
I see you in the center of the dark room. You’re huddled in yourself, your legs are folded up to your chest and your head is on your knees. I walk up to you and gently pat your head. “What are you thinking about?” I ask as I move to sit across from you.
“Why am I here?” You suddenly ask lifting your head to look at me.
“Well that answer is all up to you,” I answer nonchalantly. “You see everyone is here for a purpose, but the only catch is that you have to find that purpose yourself. You have to find dreams to follow and goals to fight for. It’s just the way the world is.”
“How do you know?” You ask in a small voice. “Why is it that no one can see me? That no one can see how I feel?” Your eyes are faded and tired, the pain and confusing, lonely thoughts still swirling around your head. Your body lightens from the dar
The Empty SwingHello. I am a doormat. I am a rug. I am the dirt underneath your shoes. I am invisible. I am unwanted. I am the spare button you never need.The Empty Swing3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I am a pet. I am not the pet you love, I am the pet you train. If I do good you'll keep me. If I don't listen and obey you will leave me. When I have served my purpose you will leave me. Alone. I don't understand why you leave me.
Hello. Who are you? You're new, you see me. You smile at me. You hug me. You love me. I'm afraid. You're going to abandon me too aren't you? I'll run away before you can. I see you still. You smile still. I wish I hadn't run away, but you've replaced me. You replace me a lot. I try to replace you too, but it's impossible.
Hello. I am a girl. A girl with a life and a passion. I am here. I am here because you made me come out of the shadows. I can never thank you enough.
Hello. We're older now. Maybe we can try again? You never stopped noticing me, ever. I never stopped noticing you either. We can try again.
Hello. It's ni
Good NightThis is something for my English iii class. I also posted this on my quotev: http://www.quotev.com/story/4740772/Good-Night/Good Night5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
In the night everything amplifies; sounds of the clock ticking every once in a while, the beeping of the machines, to the flickering side lamp on the desk. It's like everything stopped for the young man, David. His head hung low, her hand grasped between his, cold.
The two of them had been on their way home from a gathering at the company; it had been dark and rainy. All you could see was the lights from the street lamps, and the bits of road ahead from the headlights. Everly had been sitting on the passenger side when they were struck. A teenager no much older than themselves was drunk and w
A little thing on BiphobiaFor those not in the loop, as I assume many of you are not, biphobia is just as terrible as homophobia.A little thing on Biphobia6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
If you haven't noticed my incredible gayness, I am bisexual. But wait! (you might be saying) You're bisexual, not gay!(?) Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA. No. I am gay. I am not a full on double diamond studded lesbian/gay rainbow, but a nice cute little bi rainbow that appears after a little rain. You know what I mean.
You probably didn't notice but BAM- that was biphobia.
The first point I'm going to bring up is that bisexuals are part of a magical, mystical triforce composed of themselves, asexuals, and pansexuals. For those unaware, an asexual is someone who does not particularly like sexual activities and a pansexual is someone who loves someone regardless of gender and sex. Why are they in this triforce? Because they are sexualities that are constantly believed to be made up. Why? Because many believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to
Encroaching Darkness of a Lonely MindBeing so isolated and alone does not feel right. The surrounding darkness holds and evil I can't fight. The others have gone, I haven't seen them for days. Having to pretend to be two other people so that nobody suspects anything wrong is taking it's toll on my sanity.Encroaching Darkness of a Lonely Mind6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't want to be the old me, but that's where I'm going.
I hold in my hand the source of light still left with me, how my heavy heart yearns for you. I miss you so terribly.
Why Can't I?Why Can't I?7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"For the love of God, stop your crying!" The camp sports instructor towers over me, her hands on her hips. The anger in her eyes makes me want to curl up in a ball and never wake up. "Get back up. Ya' fell only once, girl."
"I- I can't." I whisper through a choking sob. My head is spinning, my lungs feel like they're on fire, my feet... I can't even begin to explain. Maybe I should've told her about it. Then she would've cut me some slack.
"You heard me. Get up."
I flick my blonde hair away from my eyes and try to
Vent Two : They All Hate MeSince the leave, everyone around me can't stand me. I can tell. He was the only one I could talk to at any time and not annoy him. I could say anything and he didn't care what, he'd accept it. We broke because he just didn't care anymore, but now I realize just how much I used him daily to keep myself sane.Vent Two : They All Hate Me8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Now I'm all alone. Maddie won't keep a conversation and is hard to talk to. She's broken down the same way, and is so different than she used to be. She could make a conversation in two seconds that kept you interested for as long as she spoke, now its just a joke and its over. It makes it hard to go through the day because I can't even talk to her, my best friend, anymore. I try to make conversation but all I can talk about are animals because that is all I know! I've grown up outside unlike all my friends and don't understand any of the technology they talk about or all the tech jokes they talk about. I'm so behind... TV barely interests me so I can't keep up all the time wi
Arcoiris Escarlata 8: Fenix8 FÉNIXArcoiris Escarlata 8: Fenix8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Un día, estuba curioseando en el Facebook de Yaiza cuando descubrí dos enlaces a dos páginas de Deviantart. Yo ya sabía que ella tenía una cuenta en esa red social de arte, debido a su afición al dibujo y a la fotografía, y de hecho la seguía desde principios del verano, pero se cambió de cuenta. De hecho me lo comentó y me preguntó si quería saber la nueva cuenta, pero reusé debido a que contradeciría mi propósito de pensar menos en ella.
Hice click en el primer enlace, y enseguida me percaté de que la última foto iba dirigida a mí. Era una foto de un cierto árbol en el cuál habíamos pasado gran parte de nuestro tiempo juntos en verano, y sobre la foto había escrito un mensaje en ese código inventado por ella que yo descifré antes de su viaje a Canarias. Tras tres horas, descifr&
PerfectionA small boy stood by the window of the room, he looked out at the world beyond the bars, beyond the dead laughter of the old men behind him. He watched as a bird sat on a branch and for a moment it seemed to look down on him in pity before flying away. How the boy would love to catch that bird…Perfection10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The boy followed the same routine every day, he slept, ate, watched the window, ate, slept. It was an uneventful life but the boy knew little different…
…Then she came…
She was stunning, her red hair falling in long curls over her back a strand always straying to cover her perfect blue eyes, her pale flawless skin, her denim shorts, her tank top… Each and every aspect of her looked as if painted by the most brilliant artist, her curves crafted by the best of sculptors…
The boy spotted her outside, she was rushing by, talking with one of the horrible doctors… One so beautiful should not speak with one so cruel… The boy almost growled as he w
Writer's BlockOk.Writer's Block10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Just me and you.
I don't know what your name is, but you're in my way.
And now it's time to deal with you.
Y'know every time I sit down to think, you always get in my way.
Whether you're trying to distract me, or you just stop me from thinking, you always try to stop me.
Not this time, fella. Or, lady, whichever you are, fuck if I know.
Well. Shall we dance?
Ok, so, let's try this;
I write a story, and this time, keep the hell away.
I'd like to write one continuous narrative where I don't quit halfway through, or have to completely revamp the characters and storyline just so I can keep writing.
Just. One. Story. And don't make up excuses to make me trip up and write a shitty one; I'd like to be actually good for once.
Ever since you turned up, I don't know where my touch went.
But I think I've found it again, and now it's time for you to pack your bags and get the hell out of my life.
Yeah...I think I can write again. How'd you like that, arsehole?
Good riddance to you. Have fun be
NyctophiliaIt's always there. Lingering. Slumbering. Sometimes barely visible, but it’s always there. Hidden shadows. Places to escape.Nyctophilia12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The dark hides problems, fears, insecurities, uncertainties, emotions. It keeps safe those who want to be and stay unseen. It hides the scary.
The dark can be a friend or a foe, depending on who is asking and what is being hidden. It can cause imaginations to jumpstart to life, make unknowns visible. It makes the unreal real and the real seem unreal.
The dark has always been a great source of inspiration for those who seek it. It can be a nightmare for those who fear it. Horror stories never happen in the sunlight for a reason.
For me personally, the dark makes me feel safe, secure… Comfortable.
Apparently there actually exists a word for this:
A love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
In the dark, I don’t have to hide what I’m truly feeling. I don’t have to hide my emotio
Who are You?Telling someone who you are might be one of the hardest questions in life. What makes you, you? What is it that makes you different than the person next to you? What makes you unique, are the similarities between you and me exactly the same or still one of a kind? Who are you really?Who are You?12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
People aren't defined by a name, nor age, gender or occupation. They aren’t defined by clothing, education or beliefs. They aren’t defined by the people they hang out with.
They are defined by their actions. Is a Christian who goes to church every Sunday and prays for every meal a good person, if he rejects to help his elderly neighbor in times of need? If he sees his best friend suffering and still turns his back on him?
Is a swearing homeless man really a bad person if he gave up everything he owned to save the life of someone he doesn’t even know?
But those actions aren’t the first thing people see when you meet them. They don’t matter at first. All they want to know are al
Imagine dragonsLawrence powlókł się do kuchni. Powinien się spieszyć, ale źle spał, przez pewnego kogoś. Chociaż zależało mu, żeby zdążyć się wyszykować, to wszystko szło w żółwim tempie. Odruchowo włączył radio, a kiedy nalewał wody do czajnika, zadzwonił dzwonek.Imagine dragons12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Pobiegł do drzwi, po czym otworzył je w pośpiechu. Stał w nich nikt inny jak Sebastian.
-Cześć- powiedział rudzielec z miłym uśmiechem.
Lawrencowi zrobiło się jakoś ciepło na ten uśmiech. Wpuścił chłopaka do środka, mówiąc:
-Cześć, śmiało, wchodź.
Sebastian zdjął buty i kurtkę, a potem razem poszli do salonu.
-Chcesz kawy?- spytał czarnowłosy.
- To możesz poczekać? Pójdę sobie zrobić.
My EmotionsMy EmotionsMy Emotions13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My emotions get the best of me. I trip over them like an exhausted long distance runner trips over obstacles along its path before arriving to the finish line. I get hit by them like a boxer who gives its opponent the beating of his life.
They tempt me like a lover, possess me like a demon and enslave me like a Mistress.
Anger and Rage are fiery. They explode like a volcano and their molten intensity slide their way through my enemies, destroying everything in their path. I welcome them with open arms and embrace their violence. I become taller, stronger and I can face anything. My greatest achievements happened while being consumed by the flames of Anger and Rage. I still wear the burning scars today but it’s how I survived in this unfair world.
Pain and Sadness are like a tropical storm. They boil and brew in the ocean of my psyche, until they become a dangerous Tsunami whose waves’ crash onto the shores of my heart. They drag me under and I try t
La botella maldita LA BOTELLA MALDITALa botella maldita14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ya hacía dos semanas que los mismos temores me aterrorizaban, no podía aguantarlo mucho más, los fuertes vientos, los susurros, la sangre, todo. Hasta llegar el momento en el que incluso mi propia voz o movimientos me aterrorizaban, todo desde aquel día.
En la playa más antigua de la ciudad con afilados acantilados y arenas rasposas, yacían un mar de leyendas de distintas nacionalidades y lenguas, pero jamás una como la que yo he vivido, la cual escribo en estos que siento mis últimos días.
Todo empezó cuando en esa playa me encontré una carta en una botella, dirigida a otra persona en la que ponía:
Mi querida Marina:
No te odio ni te guardo rencor, nada de eso, como tu piensas, no soy yo el que está
didn't you listeni think i need stitchesdidn't you listen15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
the blood clings to my hair
i think i need stitches
Self ReflectionI have learnt that I push people a way and I think its because I dont want to pain of getting hurt its too much for me to handle and iv just found that I hesitate to meet new people. I hesitate to meet old friends too an I think deep down its because I feel guilty that maybe they are better without me around. I have hurt so many people and Its not on purpose but its the same mistake I keep making I just cause people pain even when I try so hard to help sometimes it just makes things worse. I find that I am willing to rush in an help those around me blindly that I do not see my self falling and I am left with no-one to catch me. When I do realise I have already reached the darkness and try to pull hold onto someone else to get my self out but maybe I should be relying on my self instead to get out. I rely so much on other peoples strength an friendship to help me that I do not seem to notice I need to help my self. If I do not help my self then I can not help anyone else and then I am nSelf Reflection17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Ice ColdCold.Ice Cold17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The first word that pops out of my mind.
The first word to describe you.
The last word to remember you by.
The last word that will stay in my memory.
You are cold. Not were.
How much had I believed in you.
I had wanted us to be together.
I wish I could have cherished our time together more.
You just had to leave.
Leave me here, all alone.
Why didn’t you take me with you?
That way we at least would have been together.
Why didn’t you fight for our sake more?
If not your own?
Did you just give up so easily?
Or did you fight till the end?
Maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore.
But I’ll never know..
Cause you’re ice cold.
Everything about you is cold.
Except…you were so warm.
It’s so unfair.
Why did it have to end this way…?
But now I would never forget.
Cause I can never forget.
How cold you are right now.
You used to be so warm.
Your gaze, your smiles, your hugs
I held it
love of my lifeYou're weak now.love of my life17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So am I.
I'll be beside you; we'll never die.
Csend - Egy konyv margojaraSzálltam. Szálltam fejekbe be, fejekből ki. Szálltam a széllel, emlékekkel, álmokkal, megtörtént és meg nem történt pillanatokkal. Egyszerre itt voltam, majd eltűntem a víztükör túloldalán, ahol kavargott a levegő, minden csupa szín és illat. Minél tovább olvastam, annál mélyebbre merültem, és nem találtam a létrát, amin felmászhattam volna, s nem is nagyon kerestek. Szavak gyűltek a számba, szavak, hogy kimondhassam őket, szavak, amiket más szavak ihlettek. Szavak és betűk, gondolatok, párhuzamos világok. Aztán este lett, éjjel, és elaludtam, könyvvel a kezemben, éppen akkor, amikor egy hajó elindult délre. Úgy ébredtem a sötétben, könyvvel a kezemben, óvCsend - Egy konyv margojara19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Once Upon a TimeOnce upon a time I would have loved to be a writer.Once Upon a Time20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Once upon a time I believed that teachers were there to guide and teach.
When life was simple and I was naïve.
The world was open and I open to it.
But time moves on and we grow and change, we learn and begin to understand just how naïve we’ve been.
Responsibilities join our ever expanding world just to make it that much bigger, scarier and ultimately harder.
The ones we are meant to trust to guide us and teach us, say that’s life is one big journey and that we all go through the same events and emotion.
Well, where are my first’s, how can it be the universe’s plan to make someone so beautiful and passionate and fierce on the inside and yet make them so quiet and timid and repulsive on the outside.
To want to scream and shout at the world and the people in it, to yell “Here I am! Look at me! Look at me and see me! I’m in here! Please… please.” But sit there with a smile and no