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Until we meet again”Let me create a world for you”, she said to the love of her life.
“A world?” he wondered with curiosity in his eyes.
“I’ll make it just for you and follow your every request”, she told him with a smile. Smiling back, he took her hands in his and their fingers intertwined.
“Then, I want the sky to be as blue as your eyes and the stars to gleam just like them. I want the sun to be as golden as your hair and as bright as smile. I want the air to be filled with the beautiful sound of your voice and to be as warm and comforting as your embrace. I want dawn and twilight to be as rosy as your cheeks when you blush. I want the flowers to smell of your sweet scent and the grass to be as soft as your lips. At last I want the ticking of the time to be like the pounding of your heart that I hear when I put my ear to your chest.”
She told him to close his eyes and imagine it all, his wonderful world.
“Do you see it?” she asked
UnconnectedWhen did autumn become so short? I’ve always adored the bright colour of the leaves and the crisp winds that played with them. All of a sudden these beloved scenarios are passing by, leaving me behind before I'm able to cherish them. I reach out for them but no matter how much I fumble they’re already gone with the days I’ll never get back.
I used to lie awake the night before my birthday in October, impatiently waiting with excitement until I fell asleep so that morning could come. These days I lie awake at night thinking about death. I’m terrified of heaven. Yes, heaven scares me more than anything. Since I was little I’ve always believed in God and that I will come to him after I’ve died. The difference now is that I’m not sure if I want it to happen. Dying doesn’t scare me but the thought of being in a place with eternal happiness frightens me. I just can’t seem to imagine staying in such a place FOREVER with no end to it. It do
Diary bound by nonsenseI mixed my feelings in a blender and swallowed them down again.
I released them in a thundercloud just above my head.
The growth I got from disbelief was shaved off quickly without doubt.
My tears were sold for a price that sadness made up to count.
I purged up the nausea that nervousness came out to be.
Could I see the bottom whole of anxiety fill up with lies and ease?
Knotted were my memories being drawn back in forgotten.
My dreams as traumas were once smashed under the palm of my hand.
Spilling like oil on hot surface my regrets spat up at me.
I burned with hurt and ignorance for being so naive.
Buried shall my secrets be above my future hopes.
A glass ball of insanity were rolled and painted with blood.
Boldness is only ignorance I watched over in the bottom of a well.
Fished it up with a hook of bitterness as the coward I then was.
Never fear the network of trust that was blown away with gruesome dust.
I rather stay locked up and write names for curiosity on keys of childishness
Skin and bonesWhen I saw you in your bikini I was concerned; you were a skelleton with skin on.
It made me happy with relief when I saw you eating that high calorie ice cream.
How was I suppose to know it was the first thing you ate that day,
after swimming several length in the outside pool.
How was I suppose to know you made yourself puke after that,
when you said you were going to the bathroom?
And later you bikes several miles home on empty stomach.
You came home to an empty house and binged on everything you could find.
You looked yourself in the mirror and all you saw was fat.
So you threw all the food up though your sight was a complete lie.
Then you ran outside to burn those calories though there were none left.
You ran so fast and long and never came back home.
It was just outside my house you fell when your heart stopped.
Do you speak anime?Senpai told me a little, a lot, how to catch this world in a single shot.
But I try and I fail to read the words of your lips. All too tight, they were to strict.
Mahou, I can spell it with my fingertip, it isn't hard but it's easy to slip.
Your expression is so impossibly obvious, you hang those stripy, pink blushes onto us.
I see the dream, hai watashi. Never always awkward between you and me.
Everytime a new episode, all the wonders went lost. Not very certainly on our own cost.
Somehow the music matched our feelings that day, my apology isn't to be delayed.
Gomen, I mean let's do this one more time. Your heart is to be opened and forever mine.
Translations are too much useless, for fans and everyone it's making a mess.
If you can't love soon this comedy I say, you'll be down on your knees for dignity okay?
Kawaiiso. But you know that's the pretty deal, of cooking up a japanese bento meal.
Arigato, the sweets never made us fat, my legs are thin and my stomach is flat.
But it's nothi
Trapped inside my headThe latest days I've been convinced something is living in my stomach.
Eating the food I take in, leaving me weak and empty.
It was terrifying when I thought it would burst out all of a sudden.
I saw the skinny black man crying on a chair when I was talking to the doctor.
The doctor sat down in the same chair.
When the black man was gone I almost started crying too.
Something had been attached around my head and I was terrified it'd crush my skull.
I was looking for dad when the people outside distracted me and I went down the hall.
Looking at them through the glass made me feel unreal.
Then I discovered the small creatures with sharp teeth and crystal eyes.
They were playing in the snow at it looked like they smiled at me.
The doctor came up to me and talked about my new meds.
I barely listened because I was looking at the dirt on the floor.
Later I saw the boy who had raven oily skin just like the man I saw earlier.
It hit me that it could be his son and they were looking for each ot
R.I.PWhen you are hospitalized at the psychiaric department it usually means you're quite unstable when it comes to your mental health.
Some people ask me if there really is voices in my head or if it's just strong thoughts that makes me feel so anxious and paranoid.
I say to them I can't tell the difference and I don't know what they want me to say because I'm just telling the truth.
What I know is that they can make me behave completely different than what most people who knows me would consider normal.
Thoughts or voices either way they scare me a lot and sometimes they tell me to do thing that can be sort of out of control.
They moch me and push me until I can't hold back and fall over the invisible edge of what's sensible in my mind.
So it's not very weird that they for some reason decided me to do one morning after breakfast before I went of permission.
I was extremly nervous to be perfectly honest and I didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment so I put the voices plan into action.
Pretty birdDid you ever have a walk outside downtown, look up at the sky.
Was there snowflakes?
Did you ever wonder if they felt as lonely as you did around all those humans.
You seek freedom and I might just give you the key.
Did you think it was impossible?
No, I'll open your eyes, it's not really out there but it's inside you.
I told you the biggest truth your heart knew.
Give me your hand and I shall guide the way.
I whispered the small kind secrets you already knew.
The wings started to grew as your mind was released.
I smiled at you and laughed because you're a dear friend to me.
There was joy in your eyes when you understood I was linked with you.
The sky is mixed in many different colors.
Spread you arms and take off with me.
The voices surrounded us and you felt lighter.
This moment won't be ruined for you, I can't let that happen.
The fires we set for the world to see.
I called to you; You're finally free.
I hear you. I see the long pipe in your bony hand. You look like a skeleton with sickly green shadows all over your body. Every time you bare feet hit the floor with impossibly heavy footsteps for such a little girl I feel the ground shaking. It shakes so that I can feel the bones in my fingertips breaking slowly with a crusty sound.
"I know you're here Liza, I can see your guts squirming in the back of my head. I can feel the surface of your iron eyes burning like in hell. Your insides scream for me Liza. The want me to cut them open."
I hold back the urge to purge. I have this horrible feeling I could actually slide my fingers down my icy throat and tickle the cold flesh with my dirty nails just to puke it all up. Get rid of it, the heart, the lungs and the stomach. Every single thing that you crave so badly. I can feel the slime beneath the touch of my fingers; somehow my body has already reacted on what I thought. I cough loudly and my head aches. My brain can't take the p
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
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