I am not my illness. I am not my illness.I am not my illness.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schizophrenic, but schizophrenic is not all I am.
I am not my illness.
The girls at school all tease me because I always stutter when I talk, and sometimes I try to speak but my mouth can't form the words. They call me retarded, dumb. I've never really had any real friends, all because I have autis
Twist and ShoutJust like the song says.Twist and Shout4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it to the limit.
And when you need to,
Let it be.
Don't stop believing in what you want to believe. Don't let this world restrict you. Don't let people restrict you.
And most importantly don't let yourself do it either.
And don't fake it.
Because if you do, you'll end up in a life
That wasn't meant for you.
But come as you are
And you'll end up in the one you wanted.
Just gimme some truth, and I'll show you how beautiful the world can be.
Take chances. Don't do that 'what if' shit. Don't even take it.
High hopes and dreams.
People are strange, but they're also human. Humans do what humans do.
Make mistakes, do stupid things.
Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself and not one person in this whole goddamn crazy flipping floating sphere in this endless flow of space and time can tell you how to do it.
You know it.
And when you get it
When you really get it
It's more than a feeling.
So stop trying to find who you are.
Alone in the worldI'm alone, it's just me and the dark,Alone in the world5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No people, no noise, no kids at the park.
There's no-one to talk to, no reason to smile,
Everyone you knew has been dead for a while.
There's no emergency services and nowhere to go,
The trains aren't running and your legs are too slow.
Your heart's getting weaker, your soul slips from your reach,
Time's stopped, the tide won't come in from the beach.
The clouds don't move, the car engine won't start,
The silent is complete yet the thump of your heart.
Overwhelmed with grief, you drop to the floor,
You wish to die, you can't take any more.
Your soul rises up and you're left to die,
The tears fall down in one, last cry.
My interview ith Rogeh xDDDSE - Hey, Mr Waters.My interview ith Rogeh xDDD5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RW - Uh, hello.
SE - You mind having an interview?
RW - Um, well, it is my partner's birthday-
SE - *forced grin* But never mind , eh? It's only her.
RW - Um, no.
SE - Moving on! *shuffles through papers* Um...oh shit...where is it....?
RW - ......
SE - Aha! Ok, what is your favourite colour!
RW - I've never had that question before...
SE - *horror struck* What?! Do want me to ask you something else?
RW - No! No, don't worry.....Blue...and orange.
SE - Oh my god. Wow.
RW - What?
SE - *mumbles* Eh. Nothing. Wow.
RW - *worried look* Um. Ok, next question?
SE - Uh....*shuffles through more pages* So...how is the partner?
RW - Oh..Laurie? *smiles*
SE - Yes... her ...Lauren.
RW - She's good. Yeah. I love her to bits.
SE - *scowls* Is she like, foreign or something?
RW - What?
SE - Is she foreign?
RW - Um.
SE - Because if she's like, yugoslavian or something, wouldn't you
weeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeooooweeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeoooo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what we live by
The jist of life itself.
Have fun, party, you only have so many years so do stupid things, take stupid drugs, have crazy sex and never let your soul go because your body is only a physical means of carrying your mind and soul through life
As loing as nothing damages your soul do all the crazy shit to your shell as you want.
God or whoever the fuck didn't put us here to sit on our asses and
and watch the tube or read about bad news
you got a problem then fucking do something about it
you depressed then drink a fucking bottle of syrup, wipe your face, and make it better
go love someone or give someone your umbrella or whatever the hell good sumeritans do I can't fucking spell sumaritans
but go have some fun while you last. do it. go. right now. yes you. all of you. get outta here.
this is what the deciples of whoever created rock live for. the buzz the excitement the accidentally getting too drunk before a gig. but no one cares because they're all in it with you.
My Boyfriend is a Rock StarMy Boyfriend the RockstarMy Boyfriend is a Rock Star4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Ann, Kayla and Becca
Rock Camp 2011
My boyfriend is a rockstar,
and don't know that I exist,
He lives so far away from me,
That gets me really pissed,
My man was born so long ago,
He's long-gone past his prime,
My sweetie's in the graveyard,
But he's still my valentine,
From Seattle down to Woodstock,
From L.A to Tennessee,
From Liverpool to London,
Our love can never be,
We'll never be together,
Cuz I was born too late,
And with THIS guy setting standards,
I'll NEVER get a date,
Lost hopes and dreamsI'm crawling away,Lost hopes and dreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bruises run deep.
My eyes are bloodshot,
From where I weep.
The blood trickles cold,
Down my face.
Insults haunt me,
At your embrace.
You grab hold of my shoulders,
And bellow and shout.
I cry and I struggle,
And try to run out.
Yet you block me and kick me,
As I lay there and scream.
Left with terrified thoughts,
All lost hopes and dreams.
Self MedicatingOne sip,Self Medicating4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you tell me
you tell me
you say you
don't want me.
this isn't working
I'm not good enough
I'm not worth
there's no one
and the pain
A messageCold grasp,A message3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Us and themWe are the OutlawsUs and them4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are the 'others'
Who isn't equal
Is monster or dies!
We're other than them
The 'normal' and 'sane'
If they don't fear you
You're already dead!
It's not our fault
But we have no choice and
It's their problem, now
Why shall we be just
Like you, poor, poor sheep?
As I just told you
Right at the beginning...
Make them sheep listen
Let them ask you for
Anything, let them fear
Or they'll destroy you
Gotta be strong
Have no leniency, they don't want
to get it
Sad, sad little one
If you lost the courage
we don't know anythingI have used this piece of writing as a submission for a writing portfolio as part of my application for Bangor University (6th January 2015) -- Danielle Jade Dudleywe don't know anything4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wrote right-handed, but you played
the guitar left-handed. i asked you why
and your chapped lips formed a crumpled
smile, the smile that always reminded me
of a pink accordion, and you said, "i guess
my brain was just wired backwards that way."
those were the days when i was not a girl
made of smoke and charred bones,
(we pretended that i wasn't, anyway)
the days when i did not need a bottle the way
i had as a baby, now glass instead of plastic
(i hadn't yet recognised that i did, anyway)
and the words i love you spilled so naturally
over my lips like strawberry liquor.
i never told you how odd you looked
with your clothes on, did i?
you liked to play on the beach, alone,
at night time, the moon your spotlight,
the pallid sand your stage. naked, you
didn't sing in english; you said the stars
were your audience, a
No choiceThe effortless footsteps,No choice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The slam of a door.
A city of anger,
Eyes swollen and sore.
The rhythm of tears,
Flown from four eyes.
The beat of two hearts,
Made the same size.
The despair in our bloodstream,
The loss in our voice.
The sound of my scream,
'Cause we had no choice.
RogerxPete-GIMME MAH KEYS PLZ "Spin the bottle, and if it lands on me the first time " there was a flick of blonde hair and perfume was wafted around the air. "Then you can kiss me."RogerxPete-GIMME MAH KEYS PLZ5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roger looked reluctantly at the amber bottle that sat in between him and the overdone, sequined strawberry bomb in front of him, then at the puffy rouge lips that had somehow attracted him only an hour ago. Now they seemed to tacky; it felt like it would be a strain to kiss them instead of a pleasure.
"Well? Gonna spin, Mr. Waters?"
Oh, he hated when she called him that. This was all too goddamned fake. Mind you, it would have been great, were he still smashed, but it always wore off quickly for him. Apparently more so than others, he thought as he shot a glance over at the mascara-clumped hazy eyes that watched him, looking up and down his body like he was on display at a museum.
Might as well get it over with, though. She didn't want to stay all night and it was already way late.
He took the clammy bottle in hi
Is this schizophrenia?I'm seeing myself as a two-part person :Is this schizophrenia?5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The One who thinks and the One who acts.
A bunch of people know the One who acts.
A bunch of people know the One who thinks.
But only a few of them know both of them.
The One who thinks is the One talking through these words.
The One who acts is some One you might never meet.
The favorite action of the One who acts is to do nothing. I don't often speak, I don't often show emotions. Some One called me socially incompetent, another One called me coward, a third One called me mysterious. Most of them just call me a friend.
The favorite thoughts of the One who thinks is to think about everything. While people see the stars as little shiny dots in the sky, I can't forbid me to think to the giant balls of flaming gas beyond billions of miles of space. It's just amazing how human can put bareers to prevent his mind from seeing everything at once.
A Canvas Of SkinMisleading landscapes and a depleting cast,A Canvas Of Skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gave strength by forcing me to become the last,
I have a canvas of skin,
An outlet for my assumed sin,
It moves and ages, however can't brake,
Inward anger its main function is to take,
Lost tears and misinformed expressions,
On a canvas of skin, leave meaningful impressions,
I climb a hill that can only get steeper,
I watch my mother and siblings standing next to the smiling reaper,
We connect then hide behind swaying shadows they hide,
I can hug them again, however first must suicide,
If I give in that doesn't mean I give up,
It's just that my canvas of skin has had enough,
The arrival of bandages means they were to late,
A second behind my thought process, again I wait,
For the smile before the frown,
For the appreciation before the crown,
For the smell before the flower,
For the second before the hour,
For the crop before the seed,
And, for the pain before the aging bleed,
Misleading landscapes and a depleting cast,
Depression, a pen meet
the usage of gay or retarded.There are some days when I like to think that the world has been rid of its bigotry and loathing for one another. Then somebody seemingly oblivious to the world spits out the words, "that is so gay" or "this is so retarded." Those acrid words are enough to snap me out of my daydreams and face the harsh reality again.the usage of gay or retarded.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Why, in the first place, do we use the words "gay" or "retarded?" These people are already bullied for being different; it's another mental stab into their chest to say "gay" or classify as "retarded." When people call something gay/retarded, they call the people who are gay or the people who are mentally challenged stupid. What if we said: "that's so white" or "that's so female?" Imagine how you would feel.
I'm not a perfect soul; there are times when I slip out the accidental "stop acting so retarded." I think we as a nation are so accustomed to using these words as adjectives that we don't give a second thought about it. I dare students to go a whole day without using t
Sternwick Ch 6Sternwick Ch 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sternwick CH 6- Candles and a Flying Machine
"I can't believe it! I just can't believe he would do such a thing! Who does he think he is anyways?" Gwen shouted as she sat in front of her untouched breakfast still fuming over yesterday's town meeting.
"Well he is the mayor, and as such we are to abide by his orders." Ritz calmly answered while eating his breakfast from across the table. "Don't you think you are taking this too seriously?"
Gwen could hardly believe what he was saying. "Too seriously? Ritz I can't go home, no one can leave! He can't control us and tell us what to do!" She stared at him in disbelief.
Ritz finished his meal and sat down his napkin. "You are exactly right," he stood up from his char. "and that is precisely why we are going to Con's now. We aren't going to stand around and let James have all the fun now are we? He's made is move, and now it's our turn." He smiled and motioned Gwen to follow him.
They left the
Static (Vintage Vinyl)You make me feel like I have memoriesStatic (Vintage Vinyl)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never really had
You make the sun look sleepy and gold
like an old photograph
Take me flying to the stars with just the hope to stay
Hey pretty radio take me somewhere I haven't been today
Your voice is pure madness, truth and
sometimes maybe love
I can't conceive of this not being
created up above
Make me float on bubbling poems and lonely guitar licks
Pretty radio, turn it up so we can get our kicks
Feeling so small
Feeling so endless
Feeling so little
When you're away
So let me set a lazy sail
on your sideways thinking ship
Makes me sad to think of life
as just a passing trip
I can feel and I can think as long as there is you
Though you know just what you are you still have to ask who
So sink into my every whim
conducted by your mood
The desperate, wild and sad but never
Oh my lonesome ears cry something bad when you're away
Hey pretty radio take me somewhere I haven't been today
Decembersville Ch. 31Decembersville Ch. 316 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 31 Epiphany
Campara and Chimabell both screamed in terror and Bella was frozen in place, guilt and denial constricting his senses. No. He DID NOT just push their mother out the window. He couldn't have. Please say he couldn't have.
The youngest brother could barely breathe and he ran over to the large, broken glass window, running past the gun on the dark floor and peering over the edge where their mother was pushed through. His heart was pounding massively and the sounds of his bell ears made the rain outside begin to pour over. He could see his mother, Felicity von Pyre, hanging over a ledge a few feet beneath the high window, forty feet off the concrete ground. She looked unrefined and she was whimpering, trying not to let go. Chimabell screamed "MOM!! MOM!!" He caught her attention and she looked up at her son, yelping to see that monster's face in the night rain.
Her son ben
Decembersville Ch. 28Chapter 28 Zeros risks and Chimabells rageDecembersville Ch. 286 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Gellatin Square was jam-packed; there were even more attending the meeting than intended. Zero stood in the crowd, looking up at the high balcony where the mayor made his speeches, heart pounding like mad. If he had a nickel for every time someone said Im sorry about your house, Zero, and Thank goodness youre alive, man, he would be richer than the von Pyre Bros. were. Speak of the devil, they made their entrance on the balcony; minus one. He looked up, trembling when he heard the chiming of bells and saw the two aristocratic brothers with umbrellas appear upon the balcony, looking down over the mass chaos. He prayed that they would not notice him in the immense crowd. The brothers were scanning the angry crowd, looking terribly serious; they were looking for someone.
Better to calm them all down. Well ask for Campara
Stitched Encounters pt. 3Stitched Encounters pt. 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Although it was for a day only until my mental trauma cleared up, living in Edgar's home was like living in a fairytale; one that I am so familiar with and yet I have trouble comparing to. Hell, I might just be speaking some sort of nonsense for, to tell you the truth, it was hard to grasp the situation. Wouldn't you think so? It's not everyday you run away from home, stumble upon a village not found on the map, enter the home of a feared "monster", and then befriend it thanks to a very dumb mistake.
But whatever. Whether it was real or not I felt happy. It was the good and not the forced on type of happy.
From the high tower I took rest in, where a grand collection of books and papers over-flooding with music notes surrounded me, I made a slight gaze from the window that overlooked the back of the castle. Eyes downcast, I could see him.
In a mass of white and cerulean roses, Edga
Innocence CrushedInnocence Crushed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must the tears fall,
Flowing down her cheeks,
Streaming down the the face of an angel,
Filled with despair and anguish.
She lays on the dirt floor,
Once so innocent, so pure,
A bird among the clouds,
Oblivious to the unknown world surrounding her.
Always laughing, smiling,
Her beauty dazzling.
She dances through life
Without a care in the world.
Where is that girl now?
He wonders as his eyes gaze upon her,
And her hair that has lost it's glow,
And her dress, tattered and in ruins.
Her fragile body shakes uncontrollably
With each of her cries of anguish.
Ever sob stabs his heart painfully,
Giving him just a slight taste of her pain.
And her eyes, oh, her eyes,
How beautiful they once were,
A vibrant blue, the hue of a peaceful stream,
Teeming with kindness and joy.
Now all he sees is gray,
The color of thunder clouds.
Her pure personality
Was ripped from her soul by a monster.
Those eyes stare at him,
Pierce through his body,
Yet he holds out his hand,
His eyes full of concern.
Some shitty casesHey there dolls.Some shitty cases4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Stop talking about differences between girls 'n boys and just treat me like a human being. My pussy is the only thing that makes me a girl.And even if I don't feel like 100% girl or just entirely flat 'feminine' one (not that I feel like male in a female body, in fact that kind of things doesn't really matter too much for me) does it mean you have to make fun on me or saying all those ridiculous stuffs? No.
Oh, by the way. Note that it's ME and this is MY point of view. I don't want to say that gender isn't important at all but I think there are too many things that are dependent on it and there are too many silly stereotypes about both men and women. And those who feel 'other' in any way like lesbians, gays or transsexual ones.
However, it doesn't matter much to ME as well as my orientation.
(Well I see this thing is getting less and less concise... I'm really sorry, dolls)
You may say "I prefer girls with bigger boobs, you know..." and I can even understand i