Lily LilyLily9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was on one long February day, when the wind howled blustery and cold through the Whomping Willow to the lake beyond, that Professor Sprout was approached with a most peculiar request. Classes had finished for the day, allowing her some much-needed time to deal with a particularly troublesome weed that was threatening to take over Greenhouse Three. The plant, a variation of clover that had apparently bred with a variation of Devils Snare, curled up and around the greenhouse, strangling other plants, and managing to crack a piece of glass. The breeze from the lake whistled in through the hole like a dying cat; already, several mandrakes had shrivelled up in their pots, exhausted from the unnaturally cold temperature that was threatening their home.
Off, Sprout said hotly, her chubby cheeks going red as she gave a hard tug at one of the vines. The plant fought, then yielded with a snap; more glass shattered, and the Herbology professor tumbled backwards.
Aura: The RadianceAura: The Radiance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Radiance
I wore this pain like a crown / I was so broken
I kept on falling down / I felt my soul shattering
I couldn't hear anything / listening to my own twisted thoughts
I was blinded from everything / witnessing my own tragic downfall
I stopped dreaming of better days / I ceased believing long ago
My countless nightmares wouldn't fade / I was left in this dark world alone
I guess this is how I really pictured my own end
I just want it to finally be over with, I won't resent death
To the end of this long, and lonely road
Dangling on my unfinished rope
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, and don't let me go!
Hold me high, hold me high, hold me high, and give me hope!
Revive the light
Inside the dark
Given a second life
Resurrecting my heart
Cascade of colors
Fade away the gray
Open up a new world
Where shame has no place
Standing up to society's face's
Takes every ounce of courage
Never damaged or discriminated against
Because we're all going throug
Dear DepressionDear Depression4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When did you start?
To be honest I don't really know, but I do know I am ready for you to leave.
You make me overeat and want to do nothing but sleep.
I am sad all the time.
I have no where to go.
I have no where to run.
I wish I could go back to the times when I still had fun.
You make me yell.
You make me cry.
You make me want to forget about life.
I use to have so much to live for.
I had so much ambition.
Now I keep these feelings hidden because I fear people will only think I want attention.
Depression you are not my friend.
Go back to where you came from.
You are not welcome here.
Nor do I want you near.
When will all this stop?
I want this to end.
I want to be free.
I want to be me.
The me no one sees.
Star-writHear me read it!Star-writ2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.
It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;
and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.
Depression,what is depression?Depression,what is depression?4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Depression,what is depression?Its a ball in chain on your neck and throat as you walk-talk-breath and wake,that moves with you like the shadow that you see and feel,like the sounds you hear,day and night,from dusk till dawn.Depression,what is depression?Its a constant state of truth and dare,of wanting more but getting less,its the cloud filled with the sorrow of childrens tears,shattering souls thats made of steel.Depression,what is depression?Its the end of dreams and the start of none,the dark void inside thats never filled,its the soul that never found oneself.Depression,what is depression?
Panic AttacksFor the first second-Panic Attacks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your heart stops,
your eyes won't blink,
and your mind freezes.
Then ... terror.
Your eyes won't open
and everything that scares or worries you fills your mind.
You're crying and you don't know why.
You can't catch your breath.
Your lungs won't let you breathe.
You fell worried, anxious, scared, sad, and alone...
all at once.
You don't know what to do.
But then you calm down.
You shake and shiver.
And you clutch at your neck, forgetting how to breathe.
And for a moment,
all you can think of is the fact,
that it will always happen again.
Then you move on.
Until the next one.
It's never any better,
but never really worse.
And you're always alone.
When your panic attacks...
DepressionDepression isn't waking up one day and feeling like your world is going to end. It's waking up most days and feeling the world collapse in. Slowly suffocating you in your own sadness until you can do little more than lie in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity.Depression10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Some people don't get as far as the wallowing, and some people stay there forever. I'm trying to break free but it's not as easy as it seems.
When you're down, everyone says to you "Have you seen a doctor?" "Have you tried anti-depressants?"
I wonder if those people ever tried working their way through the system. Being passed from person to person like a mess nobody wants to deal with. That's how I feel. I 've seen 6 people, so far who claim that they can help me, and the people increase every week.
They claim that the medication will work, that I should have counseling, that I should try to "See the light at the end of the tunnel". If you've ever been down, it's the last thing you want to hear. Did anyone ever tell a moth
DepressionHello boys and girls!Depression5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And welcome to another day at DEPRESSION!
Here we guarantee you will have the worst time possible no matter WHAT you choose to do!
We offer a range of exciting rides and activities!
The Self-Loathing game remember to aim to darts at the cardboard cut-out of your head!
The Rollercoaster of Addiction!
The Mood Swing!
The Gradual Pushing Away of Your Family and Friends game!
The Tunnel of Perpetual Loneliness!
Or the Tower of Unreasonable Anxiety!
And lets not forget, our highly popular Bodily Harm competition!
Remember to exercise safety and if you find yourself caught on one of our rides, you may escape at any time! But keep in mind theres no coming back!
So if a really awful time is what youre looking for, then look no further than DEPRESSION!
Everyone is invited, we dont discriminate!
As we say here at Depression: Come on down, all you need is a frown!
depressiondepression sits on the bench alone, staring off into the rain. she wears her worn blue jeans and sweat shirt- not caring about what anyone thinks. she'll listen to her iPod on full volume to drown out the guilt inside. depression is the one you see at lunch; laughing too hard, smiling too much, and eating too little- it's all a show. she hides beneath her mask and hopes no one will see what she truly is. depression says, "no, there's nothing wrong- i'm fine," when she's dying inside. she'll do whatever it takes to keep you from knowing the truth, even though she's hurting. depression finds no reason to live; and she thinks her world is coming to an end. you'd never think that depression feels this way within, she covers it up too well. she's the one who cries herself to sleep every night, wishing for tomorrow to be yesterday. if you took a look into her eyes, you'd see an ocean of pain. the hurt in her heart is enough for two, but she doesn't share it. she endures it. depression is indepression4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beautiful DeathBeautiful Death3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I Heald you in my Arms Taking every breath with you
I feel you sliping away and there is nothing I can do
Embracing you to the very end, one final Kiss
Free from Pain free from Sin,Into the dark Abyss
Tears I cant control as I look into your lifelesss eyes
Time stands still I dont want to say Goodbye
Memories flash, yet life is so cruel
Even in death you are so Beautiful
My love Come back to me, I cant live without you
The world has no meaning, there is only one thing I can do
One year to the day, into the Cemetery At night
Crying by your tombstone I take my own life
Free from pain free from sin
we Dance in the heavens our souls are together again
Tugger's plan to get MistoTugger just couldn't understand it. He was the Main Coon of the tribe, loved by all, had his own fan club consisting of Queens and Toms. He was the leaders son and the tribe protectors brother so he was well known. But one cat evaded his flirts and that would be Mr. Mistoffelees. Tugger frowned at what Misto had said during the Jellicle Ball when they got back Old Dueteronomy.Tugger's plan to get Misto4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore." A BORE!? Yeah right. He would prove Misto wrong! And he knew just how to do it!
Day 1: Flirt
Tugger walked into the Jellicle Junkyard and he saw Misto practicing his dance. He grinned and walked over to him.
"Hello Misto ." he purred. Misto looked up at him from his bend and did another turn.
"Hello Tugger. If you don't mind I'm practicing." he said in a bored tone. Tugger shooed away the comment.
"How bout you and me head to my den and I can give you some private lessons. Maybe even a private dance?" He suggested flirtatiously.
"No thanks." His jaw dropped as Misto w
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
A writer's soulI write to express myselfA writer's soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in ways that nobody knows how to
I write to feel in this world
a way to let hope go on
I write to understand myself
as well for people to know how I feel
I write to believe in myself
a way to know that this life is worth living
I write within my heart
a way to let out my true emotions
I write to express these words
that I wish for people to understand
I write deep within my soul
this darkness beneath this life I live
I write all these words on paper
to let out these inner feelings tearing me away
I write deep within myself
to let out the emotions deep within
I write to express these words
as a way to show that I have true feelings
A writers soul deep within
a feeling nobody will fully understand
Cause I write these words on paper
to show people that I am REAL in this world