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...
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...
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...
So let your consciousness win
It'll get you out of the mess your in
The higher you climb the harder you fall doesn't take long before you've nothing left at all
I just want to be myself
Don't know how to be anyone else
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...
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...
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...
The weather not the cause of my way,
I'm sore, tired; I'm here but I'm not,
Not unusual at my regular spot.
They know I like whiskey, they think I'm alone.
That girl they see at the bar is a clone.
She's no priorities, a rottenless hope,
She claims it's the only way she can...
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.
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
But could it really be love when all you've done from the start is be afraid?
The fear of ending up hurt never left your mind. It made you vicious. The fear crept towards your heart until it became cruel.
It taught you to strike back, to strike first.
It didn't give him...
belongings they would think I was the most unhappy person ever. I only write when I'm sad. It helps so much. I keep several small notebooks and write the date and time and normally a year or so I would go back and look over my entries. As I'm writing this I just realized I...
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...
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...
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 half dark room, 3 days of non stop raining reminds me how long I am keeping my tears inside. Smooth sound of music, Anathema is playing and a strange sense which makes me move my fingers on my keyboard and write when at the same time I am wondering why I have to write I hear...
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...
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...
mainly when its around the sad category...i write about the way i feel and what society makes me feel like, then i pull out my piano or guitar and play a certain beat...i sing out what i wrote then i do a dance to it and you can understand the pain through my voice and my dance...
i say yes.No.lol... um... yes.no... there's this....What about that?.. geez...well it's kinda important.*shrugs* ehh..EHH??? are you KIDDING???nah... I love him.yeah... like THAT hasn't been heard before.Well, I think he may love me too...*shakes head... scoffs*well.... love is...
Drifting between the sand dunes, a zephyr whispered your presence. Of eyes that peer into frailties and see vitality. Of a mind that devours desperate words and forges perceptivity. Levity that crumbles the child-ego and rouses the man. Of tenderness that embraces the dark to...
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.
I hate feeling like I do.
I try all the **** they say to help but I'm still sinking.
my chest aches.
my eyes are swollen.
I just want back on shore,
out of this sea of despair.
radiates warmth like the first day of the SpringThe heart, it killsIt bestowsIt lies by remaining silentIt straysIt loses its pathIt wanders off to places we’ve never beenThe heart is a lonely hunterIt breaksIt falls apartIt heals as if the missing pieces of a portrait are...
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...
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...
I can feel the numbness in the entirety of my being. I see an icy-blue figure. How am I still breathing? I don't feel comfortable in my numb body anymore... It's like this every single day and it's uncomfortable! A numb essence refracts itself causing reality to look numb. Life...
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...
if people were blind I mean obviously the scars on my arms were invisible right?
I've always wondered if people were def I mean my cry was exiled why?
I've always wondered if it was worth it to go through everyday hoping it would change and all your hopes falling when you...
You'll forever be safely adrift, but I'll drown knowing in despair that to hope is an illusion. Fate accepted. I'll be under, next to, above, and within a perpetual darkness...
You aren't aware of my suffering because you can see the sky. Why look down?
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 :-)
I'm not saying I'm lazy. I just love the fact that I won't have to deal with my problems. Even if I only get at least 5 hours of sleep. I can dream of things I want to happen. Even though my actual life is composed of drunks and drug addicts. Sleep is peaceful and safe. I love...
They can break hearts, join souls, cut like a knife and make panties wet. I prefer words that inevitably lead you to my bed, words that I've written that depict the dirty things and each little box we ticked. Words that describe all we've yet to try, of all we must still do.
to me, has no point.
I believe there is a God however, I don't believe there is a purpose.
Why must he create us if he knew that we're going to betray him?
And if he knew that, why must he make us try to bring everyone back to him despite the fact that he knows, through this...
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...
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"
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?