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J was in bed, a lonely, frigid bead of sweat was running sluggishly down his ashen forehead, by now he's only scarcely remembering the mystifying scenes that were unfolding in the dream plains before...
#acrostic. Life is governed by such emotions. Of our hearts and of our minds. Violent storms and rocky oceans. Escape these things and love survives. And after love has been and gone.
He's already read the pages of his history. Attempts at living fiction turn to mystery. You can see it in the eyes, it's the same sad story. Everything's the same in his inventory.
You bite your finger. You're trying to avoid the temptation of scratching yourself with nails you haven't trimmed for a while.
Where did I go. Where have I been. I'm really not sure. The things that I've seen. My minds all a flutter. My life's in a rut. I really am wishing. My door would stay shut. But something is in here.
Lying to yourself to keep yourself sane. Believing the lies because its the only way. Trusting its the only way so that you don't break. Wishing that you broke so you didn't have to lie.
Growing up he was a stranger. In a place they called his home. A son and a brother. But made to feel alone. They were all so happy. Such a perfect little group. And there were times when even he.
1 pill down. 2 am. 3 pills down. 4 pills left. 5 am. 6 to beat. 7 am. 8 i reach. 9 am. 10 in me. 11 am. 12 i'm free. 13 pm. 14 heart beats. 15 pm, heart beats freeze. 16 pm. 17 police. 18 pm.
Words are a beautiful thing. Words can make the simplest of minds see through the eyes of a vivid imagination.
Letting your mind wonder. Letting your mind race. The things you remember. You thought you'd erased. The anger returns. Like it never left at all. Knuckles go back to bleeding. Just like before.
A cold silver circle Pressed against my mind Seduced by what this offers Pills of a metal kind An easing of my troubles In one so simple click A movement of a finger The end would come so quick The...
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She sighed and continued toking on her cigarette. Once again she had failed to even reach 200,000 on a game where her friends brag about reaching 10 million.
#communitystory "What am I doing here?" He wondered to himself as the door closed behind him and his eyes began scanning the surroundings.
A yearning deep inside. For loneliness the need to hide. Isolation from the crowd. Keeping my head up in the clouds. Cowering in the corner. As the seconds turn to days. Becoming the shadows.
Bottled up secrets Lies, kept inside Living and breathing But I've already died All of the tension Putting cracks in my skin Trying to hide it But the veil is too thin Caught in the spiral...
I awake in a fog from all of these dreams, That trouble me more than all that I've seen. Through the greying decay and nebulous greens, My faulted foundations are brought to their knees.
[Gollum] We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false. [Smeagol] No. Not master. [Gollum] Yes, precious, false.
Written as if I'm Amanda rather than myself. My best friend isn't so friendly.
They come and I try to push them away, but they push me back, that much closer. I can feel pain too. I try to hold back but the pain, its unbearable, like youre all alone, no one would understand.
Somebody once told me I was pathetic. That somebody, he used to be me. I looked In the mirror, he said it again. I look and that's all I see. Cause nobody told me. Nobody told me. It wasn't true.
I wake to find myself in tears The dream revealed my biggest fears It dragged me out then pulled me in I can't get back to sleep again And if I do what does await. Another thing from Hells great gate.
#acrosticchallenge No one is here. I am alone, isolated inside. so Gone is my hope, as Hell arrives. Trying to survive the darkness that's twisting my brain alive.