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UnforgivingDarkness everywhereUnforgiving by FavouriteNightmarex
Words we never wanted to say
And glimmering tears
There's a fire
Raging restless and unforgiving
Through a place
I once felt was safe
Ever swimming in a pool of guilt
These are the moments
I wish I was never born
Absence Often you don't even notice something until it is absent. Until theres an empty space,Absence by Strangely-Torn
A vacancy within you.
And suddenly you know it's gone.
Its like you don't feel it when someone tells you that they love you but the moment that they tell you that they don't every ounce of breath rushes from your body. You can feel in that leave of breath, every ounce of love that they gave you leaves too, until you are left feeling drained.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. It makes the heart ache and ache and ache. Honestly you don't know how much you loved the person until you know how much it hurts your heart to have them gone.
Oh darling it hurts.
The emptiness is when you know it's gone.
The ache is when you know you're not getting whatever....whomev
Dear GodDear god, the last few years have been kinda crazyDear God by justakid93
I nearly died and smoked until my purple mind was hazy
Wavy on my own wave, I had to do it my way
Until the wave ate me, still you saved me somehow
Sometimes this life can really have a nigga dumbfound
And wind me up until a girl had me unwound
But were you there when I nearly drowned?
Or did I drag myself out of the deep end? Tears of a clown
Please listen up cause I’ve got a lot to say
But you don’t give fuck, another death another day
Am I wrong? Dear god am I wrong?
Despair IIShe's the author of my painDespair II by justakid93
And the artist of my happiness.
The bringer of my youth
And the killer of my abstinence.
The killer of my innocence.
Who knew she wouldn't give a shit?
She hung me out to dry
Then she swam away to bigger things.
But in the end some bigger things
Are bittersweet like cinnamon...
Some roses really smell like poo...
Some pigs really grow wings...
Some pawns really become kings...
DespairShe’s the author of my painDespair by justakid93
And the artist of my happiness.
The bringer of my youth
And the killer of my abstinence.
The killer of my innocence.
Who knew she wouldn’t give a shit?
Then she disappeared.
No looking back; not even a little bit…
I remember popping blue pills
Like there was no tomorrow.
Then tomorrow came;
I felt like there was no tomorrow.
Because my soul was hollow
And so’s the bottle.
So I tossed it in the sea.
I hope tomorrow follows…
Chaos and HypocrisyChaos and Hypocrisy by ArikaRinkishika
Chaos and hypocrisy
I will no more stand by countries which do not make apologies for their faults and continue to make a bloody mess in this world! I do not want to hear anymore about democracy while dictatorship is appropriate while the same are being punished!
Mali, Tunisia, Egypt, which are Muslim countries, were struck by the same terror which struck France, but we continue to strike the mosques of France, we search like crazy while the indoctrination is made on the Web and while in spite of what is said in the news, the recruited of the terror are atheists, Jews, Catholics or ignorants of a single verse of the Koran...
We always offend the same, we see an enormous navy blue supremacist wave assisted of the right which erased its border with its extremes, but the left persists on its intervention, which, in the end, kills civilians already struck by the most indescribable horrors!
The world loves injustice, loves sermonizers of morality hidden behind their scre
Silence I’m lying bed, trying to sleep. I would normally be knocked out by now but it’s hot; my t-shirt sticks to my chest from the constant sweating. It doesn’t help that I’m shielding myself from the world by covering myself in a wool blanket as a way to block out meaningless noise constantly seeping into my room from our partying neighbors. It's routine for them to have guests over, I couldn't tell you if it's the same people routinely coming over but they're just as obnoxious nevertheless. It's a bit past midnight and I need to be up early to attend class.Silence by DylanSeto
Alas, as I'm on the verge of dozing off, I'm interrupted by a women's scream, "I don't want to hear any talk about death or suicide in this house; you got that? It’s not a nice topic."
It's my mom; with no context, I'm left to deduce everything on my own. I'm to only piece together that she was talking to my sister, who I'd imagine was in bed as w
Selfie EXT. STREET - DAYSelfie by DylanSeto
JOHN is walking down the street while listening to music.
He looks up to see two MEN having a fight.
He takes out his phone and starts filming the scene.
Fuck you, man. That's why your mom is
is in a fuckin' wheelchair.
Man #1 punches Man #2 in the f
Autumn in the Man-Made WastelandAutumn in the Man-Made Wasteland by GrubbsWriting
A look over the hill was a gaze down to a canyon of black, in where I heard sounds ungodly. And there I said farewell to the bullets dodged with a shot of spit over the ledge. My back became turned to an abyss, but such as that chasm could hardly be closed by the peripheral visions of ignorant bliss, and now tectonic plates have shifted over my shoulder.
I faced east where a firing squad smiled at me, in some bizarre mirror whose glass still beheld sand over the face, and to the west lies the range of mountains haunted by nomadic ghouls. Within that place had been a land I should have known with good intention, yet my feet never did deliver me there in the time when ghouls were good souls of high regard.
And now I face loaded rifles in my rugged reflection, refracted by the fall of this boy that grows pale a midst the facts, suffocated by the figurative time machine stuck in reverse. There is nothing else for me in the direction I face; nothing more than a broader distance between myse
1 amI won’t ask forgiveness1 am by Invoking
I hoped you would forget about the things I said
I promise it was never you…
And I won’t see you fall when all you have to do
Is let me go and put these memories to rest
I don’t care at all, but the tears, they do
Where they fall is where I lose another piece of you
I know that the sinless
Don’t understand what it’s like to regret; I’m in over my head
I kept it all away from you…
Let me go; I’ve been failing you
These memories will fade away
And I’ll disappear too
I don’t care at all, but the scars, they do
I keep secrets better than promises to you
Dreamers in RealityDreamers in Reality by GrubbsWriting
I'll sleep soundly in a dream with you,
where the sheets are our only clothing
and we keep all the warmer with ourselves
wrapped in this blessing of our love.
Not a care in the world, let alone the worlds beyond,
as two rings bump against one another
by hands being held while the lips were
locked and pressed as though apart of one body.
I could never wake up from this dream and simply
call it Heaven, if it were that you were
not waiting for me in the wake of life, where heaven
knows I would make that dream born unto reality.
The only limits are by the laws of physics that
I cannot truly express through action,
the truth of the two hearts that beat infinitely
like a tempo for the choirs of Heaven.
For now it is that we would move like one body,
deeply and with passionate adoration that
places the older tales of romance on lower
shelves and keeps them smiling still.
It is for now that I would make you sing in
beauty of intimacy for as long as time permits
and then some, as even Death can
Who are you that Passes this Night?There is this voice inside my head.Who are you that Passes this Night? by SpiritDuchess
If this is me, then what do you see?
and sights we share together, me
There is this thought rolling around.
You hear others. this will not be shared.
and fantasies are me you'll never see. Never
So If i am here within these walls,
then who are you that shares these halls?
Forensic Anxiety FADE IN:Forensic Anxiety by DylanSeto
INT. SCHOOL (CLASSROOM) - DAY
The class is packed with 30 or so STUDENTS; JONATHAN (late
teens, thin) sits with his head on his desk.
The TEACHER (40s, sophisticated) is rambling about something
but you can't hear him over the chatter of students. He
doesn't seem to have any reaction to the chaos.
Students are throwing paper balls and air planes around the
classroom, even some hitting the teacher but he remains,
AnchorOnce upon a time a little girl was born.Anchor by NordicTwin
The little girl lived a safe life in a little town, in a wonderful house with a big garden and a happy family.
She was innocent, she was happy. She looked upon the world with curiosity and always asked many questions. Interested in all.
The world was beautiful, and she was happy. And she was quite certain, it would always be that way.
Her life was amazing - why shouldn't she be happy?
Once upon a time a little girl went to school.
She still lived in the same little town, in the same house with the same garden with her family.
She was still innocent and happy... yet, every now and then something would happen to ever so slightly put down that happiness.
The older kids bugged her a bit, the same did some of the other kids. She didn't understand why.
Yet, life was still good, and she easily brushed it off. She had no reason to not be happy.
Once upon time a little girl believed in the good of the world.
She knew evil existed, had seen it happen seve
Open Letter To Asian-Canadians (And Everyone else)I grew up in a predominately Caucasian neighborhood, there were the occasional Black or Hispanic people who would show up, but it was dominated by French Canadians; you would be lucky to find another Asian family who weren’t related to you or family friends who you knew your entire life. Unlike most other Asian-Canadians I’ve come to know, my parents were both born and raised in Canada because of this I didn’t (and still don’t) know how to speak my mother tongue at all, short of a few words I picked up from my Grandparents when I was younger, I’m unable to communicate with them.Open Letter To Asian-Canadians (And Everyone else) by DylanSeto
I remember in first grade, I became particularly aware of my race. Kids in my class use to think my food would get them sick. One time, I brought in Sushi to school. One of the kids almost immediately after seeing me start eating ran up to me as I was eating. He bowed his head until it was about 2 inches away from my food and took about a 3 second sniff at it before backing away an
Draw/Write Contest updated(115 points+more prizes)*** I have updated the prizes and offered another OC for the list.Draw/Write Contest updated(115 points+more prizes) by LuckyClover38
In the spirit of trying to get a new story under way (and I feel a bit bad requesting so many people to help me out with getting them under way) I am going to host a little draw my O.C contest.
Please comment or note me to let me know you wish to enter
You may enter as many times as you wish.
Prizes will be announced September 5th, entries close September 4th
OC's are humans
May be traditional or digital
No references, only a detailed description will be offered.
No poetry, story writing only please.
I will offer background for the characters, but there will be no prompt.
I will now place the OC info here as I have gotten enough interest in them:
Female-18 years old
Light reddish-brown hair just a bit past her shoulders and hazel eyes. Fairly pale and short. She is intelligent and reserved, but very sweet and dorky once you get to know her.
Dark, shaggy hair and
The Cruel EnforcerThe Cruel Enforcer by GrubbsWriting
Time is a cruel god to the reluctant masochist.
That god is one that would make the ancients blush,
with poetic justice and patient attention to detail.
Sadistic grace is what others would see, if not so
reluctant in the processes of alteration,
keeping the soul just shy of a death long wished for.
Come Hell or the highest Heaven, time is an agent
for all of progress in fate, and the enemy of hindrance
that shakes out the sweat of withdrawal.
Withdrawal from the chosen Hells that human hands have
made with the devil in ear, birthing a parasite upon
the glowing array of blessing and potential.
Though Hell comes for all, and all inadvertently take its hand,
only the blindfolded would never see the shackles
but only feel them at the source of origin.
Withdraw from Hades and walk unto Heaven,
I say to the strong and weary both, as in that place
of truest poetry, never will there be shackles.
Appreciation ProclamationHistory must always be preserved, no matter how hideous or beautiful. The problem with the world today is that history has been written and edited by the victors of our history. It is in absolutely no way shape or form acceptable to destroy any part of history, especially art. Without art, we would not have the wisdom behind the very foundation of what makes us human.Yet because this rule has not been followed to the letter in our past, our past is hereby convoluted beyond repair. Buckle up...Appreciation Proclamation by GrubbsWriting
Take for example all of the different translations of the Christian Bible (NIV, ESV, and so on.) Then you have the other forms of translation for each different language that it's been printed in. Then you have human history again, more often than not mucking up the process of Godliness that we are called upon for (The Church of Rome and England, the denominations, people such as the first American settlers etc) Then you have the many cultures that our faith has been spread and mixed in with
Decay Along the Beaten PathDecay Along the Beaten Path by GrubbsWriting
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be my faith
allows me some peace...
For as of right now...
It is the "what if?" that keeps me moving...
Give Me a BatteryGive Me a BatteryGive Me a Battery by MagicalJoey
I’m exhausted now.
Tired of being constantly tired and tired of pretending;
Jesus isn’t all ‘fake it ‘till you make it’,
Never was and never should be.
He is hope, love, light, grace, mercy, forgiveness and faith,
But I dissect and trisect and run parallel lines in my mind
About whether it’s true for me now
Like it was then. Back when
Accepting was easy and emotions lived more freely within.
But over the years I grew apart, stepped away
And moved over onto the hard path;
The one with the tangling thorns and briars pulling hair
And skin and clothing into a tangle.
I can’t seem to run through as easily as I once did.
Once I could feel, but the briars bullied the feelings from me
Until my soul ran dry and empty,
Until my heart hung its head in shame
And everything was filed neatly into the little boxes where feelings belong.
Far away from the heart that needs them
And the starving soul.
It was easy to belie
Here, Now, AwakeHere, Now, AwakeHere, Now, Awake by MagicalJoey
It’s ten am somewhere in the world
And I am tired like I’ve never before known sleep;
Oh sleep that spans mere minutes but takes you away for hours
Into a land where anything can happen to haunt your path,
Where you can become a kitten licking a floor at the beginning
But end up hiding from your teachers and their tricky tests.
It’s ten am somewhere in the world
And I am tired like sleep has never known my insane name;
Oh sleep, sleep, wherefore art thou sleep?
Are you in the rosehip tea or the demonic coffee blends
That bring about highs, and lows, like mini roller coasters
It is ten am somewhere in the world
And I am tired like Atlas;
Holding the world on shoulders that creak with age
As the chips fall and crack and break under brow’s sweat,
Sprinkling us with goddust we merely call ‘rain’;
We long for the sweat on sweet nights
Carried out through godfall and godlove
FadingIt hurts to moveFading by DarlingAngel0565
It hurts to breathe
Looking at a cracked reflection
That is now me
Lost and drifting
A soul fades away
Like the morning mist
On the dock of a bay
Maybe it will be better
Once it is complete
No more pain
No more tears
No more me....
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