To Yourself
Even as you enter, The room Hums And the music Flows. Even as you enter With your Disturbing steps.
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Even as you enter, The room Hums And the music Flows. Even as you enter With your Disturbing steps.
Healing - the process of recovery. Physical wounds heal relatively quickly, Mental scars live with you forever. Medicine for the mind is not easy to find, So we resort to sticking plasters.
Who are you. Walk away, come back another day. Oh selfish soul that you are, don't worry for I am far. I creep around your world, to make things fit. The sentiment is not reciprocated.
All I want to know is why. Never ending questions. Shoot around my head. Wiggle into my thoughts. Eat at my dreams. Reality dawns on me. So slowly, and questions never leave.
If you could frame an emotion for me Which one would you choose. The bright summer highs Or the deep winter blues.
Sometimes I can see it, crystal clear: My thoughts. Running about my head. Neon blue, ultra violet. ... Perhaps velvet to the touch. Snapshots of memories, hung up like photographs in a darkroom.
Sometimes I wonder. Where I've been. Who I am. Do I fit in. Make believing. Is hard alone. Out here on my own. We're always proving. Who we are. Always reaching. For that rising star. To guide me far.
A tear can hold a memory, A thousand times its size, A tear can hold betrayal: Show the truth behind the lies.
Standing under this umbrella,. Heart beating,. Waiting for a fella,. I look out at the square,. People running quickly in the rain,. Shoulders hunched as if in pain,. Everybody's in such a rush,.
Just give me a space to rest my head,. For it is full, slow and weary,. Wind will take my troubles,. And sun will relieve my pains,. I will close heavy eyes,. And let daydreams fill my mind,.
Little boy look at how you've grown. Look at all the shiny things you own. But, I know that your not satisfied. With all your dreams I made you set aside. I did'nt want to change your plan.
Sitting in the waiting room Magazines all scattered Waiting for the doctor's call People glum and shattered.
Hours are swallowed, listless Weightless waves of soft nothingness Sleepy hanging bulb, dimming Images begin to drop, with your lids Lashes stick together, pressing contact Like dry leaves to your...
My eyes were watching carefully. My breath was cold, I could see it fly into the air. I stood outside on the steps of my little house waiting for a change in scenery.
He takes a trip down to the ground he slipped away but he knew his way, his eyes wide open and he can see there's nothing left, except he longs for some tea.
I've been in here for months now, Just stewing, growing, sleeping. Every day is always the same, Just thinking, learning, living. I hope that one day I'll be free To see the outside world.
We never really know the truth behind a persons smile. We never really know the depth of someone's pain. We can never truly identify the happy and the unhappy from what we see.
As day turns into evening Will Happy give way to sad. When dusk comes along Will it all go wrong And good surrender to bad.
From my brain to my heart… this is all that has to be said.
Have any of you thought of the the world's true destiny. What if it's something weird, or something different.
Got a few hand drawn pictures. A cigar still in the box. Got the football coach fixtures. A key for all the locks. Show me how to find, A release for my mind. I have my poster pin-up girls.
Some days are days full of sharp edges and sudden dips, interrupted flow and disjointed thoughts.
So much nonsense fills my head stressed by minor details, tricked that they are more significant, I lost for a moment there my certainty that I had grown used to, all has settled and returned now but...
I lay back staring at the sky. Hints of grey & blue in between thousands of clouds, all different shapes & sizes, all being taken along on the wind.