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#bestofopuss (probably my favourite deepish thinking post). Whispering voices fill my head. Unheard words fill me with dread. Processing information super fast. Hidden depths and words from the past.
Dear Past Beloved, The me of old I'm writing, urging, don't give in Life does have its ups and downs Some you lose and some you win I write to tell you there is hope As you teeter by your...
#acrostic C an't you see that these are chaotiC . H ate these things, they're always over in a flasH. A rgh. No moments when I yell "AhA!" L eave me alone. I'm trying to defeat this eviL.
Hmmm i should write something… YES. I LOVE WRITING STUFF. but what… I know a blog. But no one likes my blogs… Then make them better duh.
'I can't come over, I'm busy.'. 'I don't want to talk to you right now.'. 'I've got to study on the night of your party.'. 'No one will talk to me, so why go?'.
If I close my eyes tight. And block out the world. Then will everything be okay. If I pray and pray. And wish on my lucky stars. Then will everything be okay. If I put on a smile.
It's that time again, to close my eyes and start my sleepless nightshift, My sanity and sleep have seemingly developed a midnight rift.
I am not in charge of what I do. My hand tells me what to write. My eyes tell me I have terrible penmanship. My hair tells me it likes being braided.
Sad is a comforting feeling you know. It's when you can let all of your feelings go. People feel bad for you And take a step back They say ,"what is wrong?" And you answer back, "I'm really not sure.
"I promise I've learned my lesson this time and this isn't just my feelings playing on repeat.
December twenty third, Stay home from church. Dad says I have to stay in my room. He thinks that is a punishment. My stomach is killing me. Literally. Don't give up and don't give in. I'm...
Let's face it You are scared. Of what, I know not But you're scared, I see it. It's why you do The things you do Why all of this Just happens. Deny it all you want. It doesn't hide the truth.
A freedom from the double mind #notadaywithoutaramble As I sit here thinking of what to write about it dawns on me that if I switch off this double thinking brain of mine and stop second guessing...
It's morning, but feels like night It's pitch dark, not a hint of light I'm lying in my bed, thinking about the one And about the football match, and about who won I'm thinking I have to get up,...
Is it really you I like Or is it the idea Is this my heart talking Or is this the fear Is it what you represent The actions that you make Is it really you I like Or the things that you say Do I...
-You'll have to excuse me for speaking with my mouth full. -You are absurdly delicious I couldn't possibly restrain myself, please do forgive me. -What a clever little thing you are. A revelation!.
It's that time, To wake and rise. To lift your body, To rub your eyes. It's the morning, It's finally here. After all that sleep, It's a conclusion of fear. Drag your body, And weary bones.
Drip drip drip drip... Is that a tap dripping. Or maybe the gutter's leaking. I hope it's nothing serious. But then again, it would give me something to do... Drip drip drip...
#household Quiet all day long in the corner of the room Waiting for the time its sickly green can pierce the gloom I give it the once over just before I go to sleep Dreading mornings light and its...
Mirror mirror on the wall Do you think he loves me at all. Mirror mirror on the wall Do you think he will ever call. Mirror mirror on the wall Will he ever cross to my side of the wall.
Cole knew there where wolves around, Tom had told him about his old house in the wood, and Tom longed to go back and visit.
I never really saw myself as who I am now. Trying to find people who are like me but at the same time not. I'm contradicting myself again. Here, I'll most likely be at home.
Bathroom mirror, All a-mist, Why oh why Do you insist, On pointing out All of my flaws. Might throw you on The bathroom floor. Oh bathroom mirror, Why so mean.
An inspection of introspection has brought me here. A heretofore unknown doorway to the meditative state.