Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the ideaInsert creative title here.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not
SufferSuffer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Help me mother,
Help me please,
I'm begging you,
I'm on my knees.
Help me for I want something bad,
I want revenge,
For they have forced me off the deep end.
I wait for you,
And as I do I start to cry,
I'm crying rivers,
I can't stop even though I try.
I think of them,
And continue to cry,
I'm hating them,
And all their lies.
I think of them,
As I sit and cry,
All their lies and jokes and hateful laughter,
I sometimes wish that they would die.
I wish I weren't so lonely,
Maybe then I wouldn't cry,
Maybe they wouldn't hate me,
And pull their tricks so sly.
I hate them, I really do,
So tell me mother,
After all they've put me through,
Is it really so wrong to want them to suffer too?
ParanoiaAre they laughing?Paranoia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes. I hear them giggling your name again.
If I turn around, will they be staring?
Definitely. You've always been a sight to see.
Will they want to talk to me?
And why would they? You can barely hold an interesting conversation for over three minutes to begin with.
Why don't anyone of them like me?
You don't even like yourself, child. Who would?
Is this paranoia tricking me again?
No. This is your life speaking.
Multiple vs. MPD, DID, DDNOSRogan: Hey Sneak. We're multiple, right?Multiple vs. MPD, DID, DDNOS4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Rogan: So, does that mean we must have Multiple Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, or Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified?
Sneak: Nope! Not at all!
Rogan: Care to elucidate on that?
Sneak: Sure! First of all, we flunk the diagnostic criteria for MPD or DID.
Rogan: *claps hands to face* Gasp! How can that be?
Sneak: Easy. To have DID or MPD, you don't just rent out your mental real estate. People have to take over control of the body, and you have to have trouble remembering important things. We fulfill the first and second parts, but our memory problems are pretty much negligible
SanitySometimes, I want to look into your eyes and love you.Sanity3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes, I just wanna look into your eyes and hope not to cry.
I have the habit of crying.
I am so delicate...yet strong.
I'll get through it.
You'r a strong woman and I love you.
I want to love you.
Will you take my hand?
And not hurt me?
Who am I?
Do you know?
Are you mistaken?
As you were before?
Do you love me if you knew?
Am I too strange?
Does nothing kill me?
Would nothing kill you?
My body is covered in blood.
I think it is my own.
Still a heart as pure as silver and as valuable as treasure.
Have I lost my mind?
I think so.
But I'm trying to put it back together.
I have a heart time bleeding.
It fills my lungs.
It's too late.
I've lost my mind.
Where am I?
Hold me, I'm afraid.
Get away from me..
not you - it, I want it away from me.
Makes me run.
Run a long time.
Ghost of YouDown on my knees for youGhost of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Begging please stop
Picking the good out of me
Heaving on the floor
I need you
But you're killing me
I look in the mirror
My reflection beckons back
Who is she?
Someone falling through the cracks,
That you have made in her broken heart
Someone begging on her knees for you to shut up
Just a girl who wants to be beautiful
Just running from the edge
Into this world unknown
Finding nobody, but the ghost of you...
Real-Not realNot real? Not there? Doesn't exist? These concepts are foreign to me when I think about them, they don't feel right. I think it over. Sometimes I think they aren't real, and that I'm just playing mind games with myself. That I'm just trying to make an excuse for why I'm such a fuck-up, or why I'm literally sometimes "not myself". Thinking more about it, it's silly. They may not have always been there as they are now, but they've always been there. I've always been split. I think, and ask myself questions. How could they not be real? Is this person not real? They're silly questions. How could someone who's not real cry over their abandoned child? Or be so proud of their daughter? How could someone who's not real be abused? How could someone who's not real hate themselves? Or have nightmares? These people are just as real as I am, if they aren't real then neither am I. They have tastes and opinions and lives. They're people. They're my family. They're alters. They're real.Real-Not real4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ParanoiaWait…Paranoia3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did they just look at me?
What did they see?
They’re talking now,
But I can’t hear what.
I’m getting that bad feeling
Deep in my gut…
They’re judging me,
I know I’m right!
I must be aware,
Keep everyone in my sight.
Who’s talking about me?
I know someone is,
But who can it be?
I can’t do anything,
For I know they’d scrutinize;
I can’t shop or eat,
So I’ll hide from their eyes.
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It Is (Depression)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.
IdentityIt should be normal to the young one; so easily broken.Identity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It should be normal to ride in the car with her father and not be shaken.
It should be normal.
It should be; but isn't.
How do you know that's your daughter, daddy?
How do you know the one that sits silently in the car is her?
She sits silently for a reason.
That is not your daughter.
With cold replies and stern looks to, "How are you?"
That is not your daughter.
I'm just fine. Just fine. But who are you asking?
"M*****, are you alright? What's wrong with my baby?"
You oblivious dolt. You should've asked earlier, a lot earlier.
"Nothing, dad. I'm in the mood for music. I don't want to talk to you."
"Ouch... Alright, sweetie."
Oh how heart breaking; I am further cracking their bond.
Ten minutes pass, on the way to school... That's still not your daughter.
"Are you alright?" He asked yet another time.
"How many times do you have to ask to get it through your head? I. Am. Fine."
How to Write MultiWe run across fiction writers who want to write multi, now and again. Some of them openly ask for advice from multiples, others seem to want to but are afraid of appearing rude or presumptuous. Regardless, this page is for them.How to Write Multi3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Note that this is not a page on how to write Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder. If you want to write a strict iteration of the DID/MPD "healing journey" narrative, you've got plenty of examples to follow; seriously, just look in your library's catalog for 'multiple personality' and choose one. This page is about writing multi more broadly, as the experience of more than one person in the body. It will guide you through some of the cliches and pitfalls associated with writing multi, and how a system's experience in narrative may differ from a singlet's.
Chances are you'll disagree with something on this page. That's cool. These are meant to be guidelines, n
How to be a person with D.I.DBy: Serenity OlsonHow to be a person with D.I.D4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How to be a person with D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder)
Go to the store and buy party supplies, you are having a cocktail party. Invite all the important business people you know. Buy expensive bad tasting alcohol and cheap party platters.
Set up your house with party supplies, you will have a party. A huge sound system and lots of alcohol. Send out fliers for all the cool kids.
Cook wholesome snacks to serve at a party you're going to have, make sure you call to confirm all your friends are coming. Set some mellow mood music to lighten the atmosphere.
You are super excited because of the upcoming party you are having, there's an important person you're mommy wants you to meet. Get into your favorite prettiest dress, and brush you hair just right.
At seven pm all your guests have arrived and you make small talk, trying to pry out any information you can. You go among the doctors and lawyers, talk about the reputation of your own company.
Around 8:30 you wonder
Surprise (Zant x Reader) "Well, well. What brought this on?" You said with a smirk as your eyes scanned the table that was just covered with various kinds of food. Most of them being dishes that you liked, others were ones that you didn't really care for.Surprise (Zant x Reader)7 months ago in Romance More Like This
It had been a bit of a shock when one of those creatures that served the king came into your workshop as you put the finishing touches on the body of one of your new creatures (the only thing missing was a compatible soul to inhabit it), and growled out that Zant wanted to see you in the dining hall. Thankfully it gave you some time to clean the blood off of yourself and put on a fresh change of clothes before following the monster. Even more to your surprise was that Zant wasn't wearing that bug eyed helmet and had on what must have counted as formal wear in the twilight realm.
"I just wanted to treat you a bit. You've shut yourself up in that workshop for the past month, and I have to make sure you've eaten somethin
Something delicious - Zant x ReaderSomething delicious - Zant x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zant x Reader
A note from PK - Ohh shit, yeah, this is a xreader for something other than a Creepypasta. Don't worry, the creepypasta x readers won't stop, I've just been playing a whole lot of the Legend of Zelda recently and i'm in the mood to write about my favourite characters. Take this as a sign that i'll be branching off into other stuff from now on ^w^ P.S! Tender finale is coming, I'm having a whole lot of trouble with it for some reason...
Being one of the Twili you never really saw the world of light and to be honest you never really cared to see it anyway, you were one of the people who cared for the royal family, particularly the princess. Midna, the twilight princess who didn't seem to care much for you not that the feeling wasn't neutral.
When the princess disappeared you didn't bat an eye as the rest of your people seemed to sob and cry, worried for their precious monarch who had been banished by a strange man. a man named Zant who took the throne and transformed
Tale From a Mental WardThere were three things that struck me as odd as, three things that I was not expecting when I walked through those doors.Tale From a Mental Ward3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The first was that the area they had set solely for teenagers was completely taken up.
The second was there actually was a children's ward.
The third was that everything that started since November was finally going to land me in a hospital.
Okay, there was a fourth surprise; the fact that I wasn't going to go in there for a physical condition.
It had finally happened. Everything crashed down and they figured out that the feeling in my throat wasn't derived from something that they could actually see. I was experiencing panic attacks for feelings of nausea that were solely made from my mind, and it wouldn't be until years later that I would finally realize what had happened, what had brought me to that state as though not as violent as before, it continued to linger off in the background through today.
The children's ward looked any other part of any hospita
Through Your Eyes...These memories I have...Through Your Eyes...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They are not my own...
However, the way I see them...
Makes them feel like I'm alive.
All of your friends see me as you...
Can they ever see me as myself?
I feel...almost trapped here...
But...I love the life I've been given.
I dream of the daytime...
I hunger for fresh, warm food...
I want to speak as myself...
I want a few of my own friends...
There are times I wish, more than anything...
To have a body and life of my own...
But if this is how I must go about in my existance...
Then so be it...
I've grown to like this way of living.
I know there is no changing it.
Living a created life through your eyes...
Well...just living is a gift for me.
Forms of dissociative disorderForms of dissociative disorder5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Dissociation is a mental process, which produces a lack of connection in a person's thoughts, memories, feelings, actions, or sense of identity. During the period of time when a person is dissociating, certain information is not associated with other information as it normally would be. For example, during a traumatic experience, a person may dissociate the memory of the place and circumstances of the trauma from his/her ongoing memory, resulting in a temporary mental escape from the fear and pain of the trauma and, in some cases, a memory gap surrounding the experience. Because this process can produce changes in memory, people who frequently dissociate often find their senses of personal history and identity are affected.
Most clinicians believe that dissociation exists on a continuum of severity. This continuum reflects a wide range of experiences and/or symptoms. At one end are mild dissociative experiences common to most people, such as daydreaming, highway hypnosis, or "getting l
New Religion: Part I.The night of March 16th, 1984 was the worst Friday that Simon Le Bon had had on their entire tour yet.New Religion: Part I.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Actually, it was the worst Friday he'd had in his whole life. It probably shouldn't have been; it was actually supposed to be a great day. They had a show planned for tonight, right in California. Andy had been gushing about it since they were in Montana because, well, he damn loved California. In fact, he and Simon had been talking about his possibly living there someday just this morning.
Of course, that was this morning. This morning was an entirely different day from tonight, it seemed. Tonight the whole hotel they were staying at was covered in floodlights, with the flashing red and blue from the sirens of the surround ambulance and police cars. The door to the front of the tower hotel was propped open, and the EMTs coming down the elevator as the lights of it pinged.
Simon was out on the front steps. Running down the emergency stairs was Roger, completely out of breath and his f
SorryIm sorry is used for when you bump into a strangerSorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im sorry is used when you're late
Im sorry is used for when you misheard someone
Im sorry is used for not returning a phone call
Im sorry is used for forgetting to unload the dishwasher
Im sorry is used for eating the last piece of cake
Im sorry is used for canceling on a friend
Im sorry is used for taking someone's seat in a movie theater
Im sorry is used by a tired employee when the pharmacy is closed
Im sorry is used for when your music is too loud
Im sorry is used for sleeping in
Im sorry is used for when your mom is sick
Im sorry is used for when your dog gets loose and greets strangers
Im sorry is used for finishing off the milk
Im sorry has been repeated to you so many times, it no longer sounds like it owns a definition
The words 'im sorry' are incapable of caring the weight of what I feel
Im sorry escapes my lungs in sobs in a pulled over car
Im sorrys scream as I hit the steering wheel with my fists
Im sorry quivers along wit
DID-MPD Biography TemplateBASIC INFORMATION:DID-MPD Biography Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age & Gender?
Species & Powers?
City or town of birth?
Hate Or Dislike?
Any Physical Or Mental Disabilities?
Describe Where You Live?
Favorite Place’s To Go?
Reasons to Live1) loveReasons to Live5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
2) the future is so much brighter
4) seeing others smile
5) to fulfill my dreams
6) to watch the sunset over the ocean
7) not only to love, but to feel loved
8) to dream
9) to achieve dreams
10) to learn something from the hardships, and make tomorrow better due to it
11) to have your toes in the mud on a warm summer day
12) to laugh
13) to experience new things, may it be travels, may it be dancing under the moon.
14) to feel the sun
15) to take the time to sit and watch ants
16) to lie in the grass
17) to hear the crash of waves
18) to hug and be hugged
19) to make a child smile
20) to eat a piece of chocolate
21) to hear a moving piece of music
22) to meet a kindred spirit
23) to show others that life can change and get better
24) to write love on your arms
25) baby siblings. they'll need you and look up to you
26) God (with love, honor, hope, and appreciation)
28) my family, Friends old and new
29) laughter (even with just myself)
30) music listening, co
Christmas Girlfriend Third AdventChristmas Girlfriend Third Advent1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Christmas Girlfriend – Third Advent
„I FINALLY FOUND IT!!!“ Steve yelled as he smashed the door to the room.
“Wha-wha-what…?” Brian muttered, groggily lying on the couch.
“THE SOLUTION FOR BOTH OUR PROBLEMS!!!” Steve shouted only an arm’s length away from his roommate.
Brian pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block out the noise. “C-calm down… god... my head hurts…”
“Take a look at this!” Steve said a little bit quieter, but not very much. At the same time he pushed his smartphone under Brian’s nose.
“J-just… just lemme take an aspirin first…” Brian muttered and got up from the couch. A minute later he returned again. “So… what did ya find?”
“Just read this!” Steve said and again pushed his smartphone under Brian’s nose.
Quickly Brian scanned over the ad his friend had opened. “Blablabla… tired of being