within my being with its sharp fangs of despair, which in turns alters my perception of extraneous outcomes, a perpetual loop, eventually sending me to the brink of insanity as I suffer from more mental dissipation.
The infliction has now made its way to my heart. The gentle...
for writing therapy, in which I write something about how I feel. As a bonus, I've been finding other people who going through the same thing, and when they read my stories, they'll know that they aren't alone, and then we'll chat about it.
For my insight and wisdom
Love me because my smile brightens your day
Because my laugh is contagious
Because my strength is your safe haven
Most of all, love me because I'm flawed
Because of my imperfections and scars
Because my mistakes implore me to never give up.
that she had never heard of people using another as a last ditch option to not be alone when their friends are not there. At that moment, I found myself angry yet wishing I was her. To not know what it feels like to be alone, watching others go about happily hugging their...
and please do not steal
"The New Age's Anthem"
By: me XD
I am stuck inside of my head,
Come pull me out of the dead,
We all have our flaws,
Don't listen to their laws,
In every way I try,
But still can't tell why I cry,
Though I'm not what I seem,
I just want to...
it scares her.
She runs when he's coming close.
She runs when he says sweet things.
She runs to run but also to see if he would stop her.
She wants the long hugs and the "everything is gonna be okay"
She was the feeling of never being alone.
But, for fear of a broken heart...
that anything is worth writing, no matter how little it is. But all I could say to that is "nothing ever happens to me". I have days that bore me to the point where it starts to be soul-crushing.
Today though, or yesterday to be exact, I had the most amazing day in a while. It...
so tired of feeling lonely,
But I’m left all alone,
I’m so sick of being hated,
But I’m better on my own.
I want to be your only,
I don’t want to ***** and moan,
My desire’s hardly sated,
With what kindness you have shown,
I know I shouldn’t want,
I know it’s not...
until you scream. Until you know you're my love. No one will ever touch you again. Only me. I'll stare through your soul with my hungry blue eyes. I'll mark you so everyone who sees you know who you are my love,your love"
particularly when I'm upset. I love venting my anger and releasing it onto paper instead of it lingering in my mind. It makes me feel relieved to sort my thoughts and feelings out even when they seem ridiculous and not be judged for it.
morning but so many people losing jobs at a late stage in life worries me.It is difficult to start your life in a new way again.When it is time to consolidate your life ,your job is gone .The family suffers too.So those who have jobs,be glad that you have one.
and kinda beat up. It's less than 24 hours after I was forced to digest a heaping pile of crap, lies, half- truths and it stings. I wont be down long because I don't see the point to it. Life is meant to be lived and experienced. I will not hide, cower in the shadows and live...
for a guy to smile at me.. I want to know what it's like to hold hands with a guy.. I want to know what it's like to feel wanted, to feel loved. I want to know how it feels to get a hug from behind, or to slow dance with someone... To walk under the stars with someone.
but here is something I wrote:
I suppose we all have that moment in life where everything we do seems wrong, and utterly useless. We see ourselves as the most despicable people that roam this surface of dust and rubble. The ever fortunate have the life they so truly desire and...
because all this was new to me too
What was that she said, that I never knew
With two guns blazing, as I was half awake
She has her sights on me, and every little mistake
There their and they're, I simply cant define
Tired sleepy and groggy, this really blew my mind
yet burning, grip around my putrid chilling heart. I wonder if it’s cold enough to give frostbites to whomever is gripping it, but wouldn’t that depend on how hot her love is for me?
Will she provide the long awaited warmth I am in need for, or rather, crave for? Or will...
I don't have a single person in my life that I could trust fully, or expect to understand me.
Not so very long ago, I thought I had, but life had a very cruel lesson to teach me, and the experience was far too painful to put into words at the time.
A few months have past, and...
Positively speaking of course. There is smthng everyone is capable of. Blv in yourself. You have much more than you can ever possibly realize. Life is a process of connecting with a deeper and deeper level of value that have always been there,and always will.
Does it ever feel...
and if you can focus your emotion into a story you can create an amazing piece of work. it also shows in each chapter how i felt at the time personally and with writing your emotions flow free and untamed calming you down from anger or finding out whats making you sad and also...
The tears can't fall, my heart breaks anyway..
Hanging on by a thread ..the feelings engulf, wrap around me..
I long to be understood..the real me exposed..
The looks ... the feeling of not belonging...here or anywhere.
Heart, mind and soul continually wanders
and I'm looking forward to traveling, taking photos, picnics, bonfires with friends and family and kicking it all off right by attending a pride event nearby tomorrow. I'm not content to sit around and overthink things, not when I have so much to look forward to this week! I...
and being astounded by yourself? Almost like you can't believe that was you. I read an article on writing about how you feel and aside from improving your emotional state, it helps hone your writing skills.
I have a fancy journal which I have not used for a long time as I...
watching the moon shine so bright,
I think about the things to come
and the mistakes I've made
that are now dead and gone,
I always hate the way I've lied
but nobody's perfect and neither am I,
so I must except the future I have made
because of my desperation for wanting
A friend told me today I should write a book chronicling my life, my marriage and our coming our story. I think she may be right. Our story is a most unusual one but would also make for a good read! You can't make some of this up, trust me :-)
my precious wive,I thank you for taking care of me while I sit here with my leg up and elevated so my broken bones in my foot don't swell,while I know you are still recovering from your illness. I felt much better when I was there for you. But in due time we will both recover...
a razor on your chest, a little, everyday?
How it feels like watching your own blood pour out of your very own flesh?
Ever wondered about the pain?
She felt that every second by the thought of you.
Why did you mend her when all you had to do was to shatter and cut and brake...
to each other. I hate that people don't think before they talk or how it might affect their feelings. I hate how my friends suck, that in the end they were never really my friends at all. I hate that I'm so lonely and helpless about it. I hate that I care. I hate that my sister...
It's full of my opinons, wishes, complaints, and just everything about me that I can't say outloud. Sometimes, I have a strong urge to open up the book and let people read it, but then I realize that's more information than I'd like to share. I just hope one day I can will...
Think you can end the pain. Pull it across your wrists and end it. Then when your best friend fiands out she gose into an even deeper depression. The only person she can talk to about anything is gone. She told you that you where the only person keeping her alive. She finally...
full moon shining, a hot summer night
Cruising along, the beat of the song, the wind blows her hair, so beautiful and long
Stopping at a roadside dive, a euphoric feeling as we step inside, chase a few drinks after that ride
The bikers and the cowboys, share a game of pool...
for Rhonell so he can hang out with his friends the way he used to before but it's easier said than done and it hurts more than I would have ever imagined. But I want him to be happy. No matter what pain I have to go through. I don't want him to lose his friends specially if...
but I think of things that make me sad. I'm lazy, yet ambitious. I don't like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don't care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no...
left bruises on my soul.
when I apologize for everything I say, what's the point in speaking at all?
I never imagined you'd regret me.
I never wanted to become a mistake.
when apologies become excuses,
what's left to say?