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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
Madlibbing the ScriptMadlibbing the Script by GrubbsWriting
Though never alone, I heard only the echoes of the voice that writes, and there i wept in a cold room with scripture beneath dripping eyes. I felt a presence and rejoiced, and yet still was the weeping not for some sorrow in that presence.
Never did I predict the feeling that then coated my thoughts as they froze in place, as I had never before known that level of empathy. God in Heaven, why are they so deaf and blind to you? That they only know that which the Prince of Darkness has always whispered?
Allow them separation from their own frozen thoughts, stuck and solid beneath the tip of the Freudian iceberg, and even farther below the raining skies that blot out the sun. They know only cold whispers of the arrogant son, when they could know the cries of joy that radiate from your light in the figurative sun.
I am one, below the scum of my earth in rank who prays like all others of this belief, and whose faith is ever growing...yet my prayers remain like untouched madlibs, lacking what
Sad the Sight and SoundSad the Sight and Sound by GrubbsWriting
There goes the walking cry for help,
Unheard over the indecisive tides.
Never was a word that was used,
In where refuge was taken
along side false oaths.
Deceit is a demigod,
And how well is it worshiped
By the lies for help.
Sink or swim in crocodile tears,
The motto of a lost cause.
None are any better
By a balance in flaws.
A reached out hand becomes
Food for lack of thought.
Dishonor long before death,
To avoid that special place in Hell.
Oh cowardice and its half-hearted embrace,
How comical is that infamous portrait?
In mind a voice, who sleeps with us,
Who molests us in our bleakest cells.
We know everything but its face,
There on a wanted dead poster
Pinned to wall of the back room of the
Human imagination of experience.
The Truest SensesThe Truest Senses by GrubbsWriting
I hear the sound of creation coming,
Upon where ashes lay or blow.
Ash here is soil elsewhere,
Fertile as time creates via concerto of
Whatever fate holds in a magic hat.
Hope is a thing I know,
But for which I lack explanation.
Countless eyes are to be lifted
By a sound unfamiliar with us generations
That venture back a ways.
Thus hope is undying like Love.
Cheap VodkaAaron was gulping down his anger with cheap vodka, hiding from the world to drown in his self-induced sorrows. It was a routine, at times – fighting then drinking, drinking then fighting. It was as if he wanted it to happen. Today was no different, and the tears that ran down my face were a testament to how the day had gone. I had been beaten down by resentment; disgraced for having an opinion. I knew, at this moment, he hated me. And yet, I loved him. Don’t ask me how or why, but I did, and I wanted to marry him for some god-forsaken reason.Cheap Vodka by SMAdams
We had been together for over two years, and I felt it was time to make that commitment. The night I brought it up, he began ranting at me again. He asked me "what difference would it make for us" and "why should we pay for something that wouldn't affect the nature of our relationship?" I couldn’t tell him, I didn’t want to tell him. I wanted to be myself again; not living in worry about losing him to someone else because I
My Serendipitous LoveI survived years of physical and emotional abuse, but it was not without consequences. The incomprehensible trauma I experienced still haunts my dreams and waking thoughts. It has been, and will continue to be, a long and grueling road to overcome my fears. What I have learned and discovered on my constant journey has lessened the pain I will persistently endure.My Serendipitous Love by SMAdams
He sent a random hello from a thousand miles away and the wall around my heart began to crumble from that simple word. It was an unexpected chemistry that unlocked my impenetrable heart, a modest reconnection with that ignited the catalyst of my future. He was different, so different. I felt safe as he started rocking my world. It didn’t take long for me to fall for him, hard.
He was an old friend, long dismissed from memory, but never forgotten. An unknown attraction sparked the fires of romance with a mutual and drunken realization. Emotions drove our thoughts and actions, binding us together with the threads of t
December"...spawn of the Devil!"December by SMAdams
My voice cracked from the utter force of the intoxicated scream. I threw a photo album across the room and pictures of us tumbled to the floor. The captured faces mocked me with their forced smiles. Hidden from sight, emotions ran wild and I no longer held any control. No one could hear my cries for help through the mask I wore. I couldn't see through the constant lies being weaved around me. Living with a fear like nothing I have ever felt, I did what I could to stay strong. I walked through life without a sense of direction and slowly became the very thing I feared; no longer in control and consumed with an unexplained madness.
"Here; it's what you want."
I laughed at my ingenious plan, knowing it would work, but how well was beyond my sight and comprehension. I didn't realize that my reactions would cause the unfolding of truth faster than i predicted. The man I called 'husband', chose to fling himself away from any future redemption in my life. He was the d
Open Letter You and I are very rare.Open Letter by DylanSeto
Third generation Asian-Canadians makes up less than 1% of the total population. From an early age we learned to wear three masks like Nezha. I am Canadian. Je suis Canadien. 我是加拿大人。
The grass gives off a crimson light on either side and I’ve been trying to stay safe in the the sidewalk between them but I’m at the edge. Or maybe I’ve already fallen off and I’m just a being of nothing nothingness. I’ve already gotten accustomed to being in nothingness. Been reading Descartes and Kierkegaard and I can’t fathom the mathematics behind happiness.
Two fugitives ran away from home and conceived
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
Ciel unseen affliction IChapter one: Deep into Ciel conscienceCiel unseen affliction I by FuryDemonBlade
She only had closed her eyes for a second and she was back in this dim lighted room. As opposite of a hospital room full of meds scents, this place was devoid of any odor. The purple broken light gave a feeling of being in another dimension. This feeling is what she could have describe as the true silence without anything to affect her but her own twisted mind. As usual, she was restrained in some way. Blue chains that reflected her current emotion were tightly wrapped around her arms under her wet dark and long hair. Her toes barely touched the surreal white cleaned freezing floor. In this room, she was naked for the world to see.
The bizarre obscured forms that were at time crossing through behind the fragile windows were secretly menacing her to break through the moment she gave up. The traces of the previous events were still on the floor. Unable to wash them away, the crimson blood was like alive... Her own blood found freedom out of h
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...
Passover or PesachPassover or Pesach by Lior-Art
Passover or Pesach from Hebrew פֶּסַח Pesah, Pesakh), is an important biblically derived Jewish festival.
The Jewish people celebrate Passover as a commemoration of their liberation by God from slavery in Egypt and their freedom as a nation under the leadership of Moses. It commemorates the story of the Exo
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....
Whispered PromiseWhispered PromiseWhispered Promise by DarlingAngel0565
Looking in the mirror what do I see
A cracked reflection staring back at me
Once alive and vibrant, full of life and hope
Empty eyes reflect with no joy at all
Wondering if it would matter if I were here
Would anyone notice if I just up and disappeared
Fading away silently into the shadows grey mist
Never to be seen or heard from again
The sad song of death does call to me
A somber melody that won't let me be
Beckoning me with its sweet serene sound
Its musical notes holding me spell bound
Closing my eyes, releasing all tears~
A chilling touch pulls me near
Wrapping me in a lover's embrace
"Sleep forever, I'll keep you safe"
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