Chill.
There's a certain chill unique to empty houses. Even when you're in Cairo's notoriously warm April.
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Mirror By Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
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Individuality
Standing on the cold wooden floor, the light from the morning sun works a path through the window and the partly open blinds.
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Sleep & Darkness
I can't sleep. To many things on my mind. Eating away at my sanity. Threatening my very self with illusions of what could be. Illusions of other things that no one ever thinks about. Too many things.
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It
What are you doing?. Put it down. Hey!. Listen to me. I walk up to them and stumble into a pane of glass. I bang at it ferociously, trying to get their attention. Fuck. They still can't hear me.
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NukeDummy
I sit, all the time. It should get painful but I can't feel a thing. Can you. I don't expect so. I think you sit, too. I can't see your legs very well anymore since she moved you.
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Doors
I was a girl, rushing through hallways, opening doors. Doors to rooms I'd never seen before, or at least I felt like I didn't recognise them. Rushing and spinning and feeling lost, anxious, alone.
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The Lights
The lights were outside her window. They made the world bright again, at least in comparison to their pitch black surroundings.
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My Melancholic Life III
I do remember a time when I experienced joy quite regularly, it was a more innocent affair back then; honestly, the last time I can quite adamantly say I had it good was probably between the ages of...
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I'm Alone
I sit here alone. Propped up against the tan paneled house, sitting on the wood deck with brown, chipping paint. The deck is split between light and shade. I sit in the shade.
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Sweet Dreams
And now I try to close my eyes, to rest, to sleep, to fantasise.
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To Late
There was no way I could have stopped her doing it. I realised that after what happened. It is against my will that I write this now but I shall be damned if I don't.
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Dark Wind- Part Two
Raise your eyes to meet the crystal. Hurl your thoughts and shatter the surface. Barrier between reality and dream. Held in between an eternal shadow line, maybe now you'll see my mind.
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Empty
Where am I. Why am I the only one. I feel lost Feel like I don’t belong Am I in prison. Did I do something wrong. Hello, Is anyone here.
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The Indian Brave Dream
Oh how strange. To have a dream of being an Red Indian. I have no idea where THAT popped from, no TV, book or Internet memory of having seen anything that would have triggered it.
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Mind
"Ugh, were the hell am I?" In yourself. "In myself. What do you mean?" You're in your mind, look around, take it in. "but it, it seems so desolated...
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A Safe Place
This is for all the other boys and girls out there who sometimes feel they have nowhere to turn. So, let me tell you about this guy Aeyjay.
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They're Coming To Take Me Away ...
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?. Well...
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I'm The Girl...
“I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background.
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O Come All Ye Fruitcakes
O come, all ye fruitcakes, Joyful and incompetent, O come ye, O come ye to the infirmary; Run and control him Born the King of nutters O come, let us inspect him, O come, let us inject him, O...
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Come Follow Me
Come follow ME..... Fans of pain and pleasure Come follow ME..... Will you be found out, Fake, undesired and misery. Come follow ME..... Through whirling, whispering, rustling trees.
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Jonestown Chapter 1
She watched out the window, her long black hair tied up in a loose messy bun on the top of her head. Sleep evaded her as the hours passed. Her dad's old red pickup truck bounced along the dirt rode.
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Walls
As my walls start to crumple and crash around around me I stand in-wait for the light to start shinning threw the weak remains of shelter Absolute darkness engulfs me instead I walk out in the pure...
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