true love"Alicia?" atat a putut sa spuna jhon cu balele curgandu-i intr-un mod scarbos.true love7 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Da, jhon..esti bine?", stia ca nu e si totusi intreba pentru ca era 1 jumate si era
prea somnoroasa sa fie constienta de cuvintele sale.
"Nu. Te rog..fi cu mine. Acum" si a inchis telefonul, inconstient.
Alicia s-a ridicat din pat si-a tras o pereche de blugi pe ea si-a luat geaca si a
plecat. A inchis incet usa in urma ei, dar imediat si-a dat o palma peste frunte si a intrat
inapoi. A "imprumutat" o suta de mii din portofelul mamei sale si a plecat la fel de discret.
A coborat din taxi si a urcat in cea mai mare viteza pana la apartamentul 15 de la
etajul 4. A deschis usa si l-a gasit intins pe jos, tremurand, cu valuri de spume la gura.
Nu a avut timp sa se sperie sau sa planga sau macar sa se gandeasca cum sa actioneze.L-a luat
in brate si i-a pus capul pe o perna, apoi a dat drumu la apa din cada si a pus dopul, iar mai
apoi, dupa ce s-a umplut l-a tarat pana acolo..Vazuse la televizor o data ca asa fa
Poveste de CraciunIn casa se simte deja mirosul de cozonaci si de portocala ce intregesc atmosfera de sarbatoare.Poveste de Craciun6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
E 20 decembrie. Corina si mama ei sunt in sufragerie impodobind cu o bucurie nemarginita bradul pe un
frumos fundal muzical specific acestei perioade.
Dintr-o data, se aude usa: Trosc. Mama se duce calma sa vada ce s-a intamplat.
- Dan! Ce se intampla?
- Plec! Asta se intampla. Nu vezi ca imi fac bagajele?
- Cum adica pleci? Nu inteleg. De ce? Unde?
- Nu te mai suport. Intelegi? Nu te mai iubesc!! Am sa plec acolo unde imi va fi mai bine.
Dar ce dracu' te bagi tu?
Tipetele parintilor au inspaimantat-o pe fetita si tremurand s-a dus sa vada ce se intampla.
Prin usa intredeschisa fata urmareste o scena pe care o vazuse numai in filme. Tatal tocmai ii lovise
brutal mama. Cand a vazut-o la pamant a dat sa iasa. Corina, a fugit repede in camera ei si s-a ascuns
sub plapuma. Au mai urmat alte sunete grotesti si apoi usa trantindu-se.
- Corina! Corina! Unde esti, mami? Dar fetita nu mai avea curaju
KardiaKardia6 years ago in Other More Like This
The heart is a pump,
made of chambers:
It's nothing more than a muscle.
It can't be broken,
Can't have a hole.
It can't be given,
kept, keyed, crushed, corrupted
or grow 3 times its normal size.
It's all in your head
you aren't dying,
And your heart isn't compromised.
It's pulsing 6 liters,
over and over,
And wont stop,
just because your hormones are low.
WhyFor what reason do I exist? What's the point of meaningless life? Does anyone care if I die? No....would anyone care if I died? Why do I think this way? Am I broken? Is suicide the answer? Why am I so fucked up? Why do I love? Why do I hate love? Why won't I let anyone get close to me? Why do I keep pushing away? Why doesn't anyone understand me? Am I crazy? Why am I different? Why am I unwanted? Why must I be a mistake? Is there no place where a I belong? Is there nothing I can believe in? Have I lost all hope? Why do I feel such pain? Why do I stand being pushed around? Why can't people see what I see? Why can't they feel what I feel? Why must I be shunned? Is my body just a tool for others entertainment? Am I worthless? Why do I live? Do I want to die, or do I not want to live? What future do I have? What's the point of tomorrow if I live today without meaning? Why do I seek to kill people? Why am I so insignificant? Why do I have these nightmares? Why does the truth hurt more thanWhy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MUSIC AND YOUMUSIC AND YOU6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dedicated to Michael Jackson
You came to me, opened your arms.
I let you hold me, hold me
Last night you smiled at me.
You held me tight, I closed my eyes.
You let me feel you alive, again
You smiled at me.
And then I whispered in your ear:
YOU CAN CHANGE THE FUTURE
You smiled and whispered back:
I wave to all those years
Ive tried to do what you have done
And say good bye
VIII. a note on self-injury. let me be the first to tell you that cutting doesn't bring about the same pain that an accidental slice, abrasion, wound, or nick does.VIII. a note on self-injury.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
relief, calm, focus, release, yes-
but pain? hardly.
a doctor might tell you that the two wounds are the same. but any cutter will tell you that no other scrape or cut will run as read, as true- with as much force as that which is self-inflicted.
a cut, you see, is perfect. it's kind. it's understanding. it washes away all chaos and emotional turmoil with beads of red (and if you're deep enough, mahogany) that quickly join and run down the length of your arm.
a cut is simple. predictable. the slice, the bite. the blood. the scab. the itching the next day. the eventual scarring. the fading. and when you can no longer see the angry marks, the inexplicable and undeniable urge to make them appear again.
even your excuses are bland a
WHYWhy do you lie,WHY9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you hind your face behind a mask,
Why do you hide from me,
Do I scare you so?
Why do you think I'm crazy,
Why do you think I'm weird,
Why do you want me dead so much,
Should I kill myself to save you the trouble?
At least it wont hurt me as much if I do it
Why say those things to me when you know they hurt so
Why do you pull a gun on me
Please I don't want to die not by you
I want to injoy life
Your right it's not up to me but then who is it up to
Not you, No don't please I now lay here dying but your not crying no one is
Because no one loves me
No one can love a stupid little girl like me
Self Injury - An ExplanationSelf Injury - An Explanation12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Self Injury: An Explanation
II. Self Injury by Definition
III. Cause and Effect (reasoning behind Self Injury)
Some may be wondering already the reason for the writing of this paper. Well, it seems as if everywhere I go, people now discuss things regarding Self-injury and/or depression. More often then not, unfortunately, people do not know the reason behind acts of self-injury, and simply choose to not understand, or not worry about it.
I will start by explaining a little more about my personal experiences before I even begin to say anything else. The reasoning behind this is simply because I would not trust information like this, coming from somebody I had no knowledge of. Since I would like to share some knowledge and shed some light on this topic, I would like for you to be able to fully know that I have knowledge about what I'm talking about; that I'm not writing this blindly, or with no previous thought.
Let's begin with de
QuotesLove is a sin that makes even God fall, but yet we let it take over only to break our hearts if our choice was wrong.Quotes9 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The more a man knows the less he talks. Which make you REALLY stupid!
Individul.stii de cand ma chinui sa imi strang toate cuvintele la olalta sa iti pot spune dintr-o singuraIndividul.6 years ago in Historical
suflare tot...dar chiar tot..? si nu, nici acum nu am reusit si inca incerc.
macar de as putea sa incep cu toate visele si toate planurile care le am pentru noi.
mai tii minte ziua in care aveam zambetul ala pe buze. exact, acel zambet. fusese o noapte
atat de deosebita.tu ai facut-o sa fie asa, fara macar sa stii. nici ca te visez, nici ca simt
ca te strang in brate. se facea ca era iarna si ningea atat de frumos cum numai in astfel de vise
ai sa intalnesti. si noi doi eram singurele persoane superbe a caror dragoste era adevarata.
d'aia zambeam. dar tu nu ai cum sa stii asta, cand tu nu stii nici macar de cate ori iti strang
fotografia in brate si de cate ori o sarut si te mangai si inchid ochii si aproape ca iti simt buzele
calde sarutandu-mi tampla. vrei sa stii? in fiecare dimineata cand ma trezesc, in fiecare noapte cand
ma culc, in fiecare moment in care respir.
nu te-ai intrebat nici
Self InjurySelf InjurySelf Injury10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thick red streams running down my arm
Recollecting to growing drops at my fingertips
The shiny new razor blade in my hand
Covered in blood, skin and flesh of my own
Watching how the drops are getting heavier with amazement
In slow-motion they are falling to the ground
Hungrily the carpet is soaking up each and everyone
The pool of blood at my feet getting bigger and bigger every second
Seconds passing like minutes, minutes like hours
The steady flow is slowing down with every heartbeat
The cuts are running dry, the streams are turning brown
A feeling of relief is making it's way through my body
Heartbeat and breathing slowing down a bit more
Pressure getting blurry and disappearing
Pain and hate, fear and anger turning numb
I killed another part of me
brimmingI have a greatbrimming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
capacity for love
and an equal
capacity for pain
test the limits
Jim Quotes"I offer images- I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached- like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors, we can't drag people through. I can't free them unless they want to be free. Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up. A person has to be willing to give up everything- not just wealth. All the bullshit that he's been taught- all society's brainwashing. You have to let go of all that to get to the other side. Most people aren't willing to do that."Jim Quotes11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's w
On the Verge AgainOn the Verge Again6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
am I on the verge of a nervous breakdown?
lost is the detachment of self inside
ever do I wish for a peaceful solution
this sanity is all I have left
she left me with no feeling
like death it fades to black
in some sense of the word
finding an obstacle in it's path
a crushing blow to the self esteem
bring some change to the party
when you take a blow to the brain
it all falls into place
this twisted peace
my worsening gut
Inference: Inner DisorderInference:Inference: Inner Disorder6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I ever get out of this mess I made ?
Truly sucked up and analyzed, criticized and multiplied
Then left by fate unavoidably in my sight
This is it ?
What happened ?
Did inattention lead me to this peculiar path ?
Into a wildly illogical world
On a falling land
Made up ironically, with a cold sun behind
And a black hole to come
An obscure landscape
Designed and reigned by memories
Melting with regrets
Becoming ridiculous greed and beliefs
And I despair
Sending heavy words to my mouth
But deep confusion corrupts my leading hate
And they get lost along the way
And I can't say anything
Is it called life ?
Unwillingly I follow...
Missing the warmth
Overwhelmed by a sickening darkness
A storm above, a war
Strangely ruled by silence
A frightening stillness
And an inner violence
But can't change
And sinking into this ineffable thoughts
Searching for answers
Analyzing everything far to m