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ParanoiaTurn out the lights
But don't embrace the night
Venture into the unknown
But don't stray alone
Take one step forward,
But be aware that something follows
Your blankets will swallow
Your pillows will sooth your troubled thoughts
Until your eyes start to rot
The fear keeps you awake and aware
Because of all the things that freak or scare
You will surely come to haunt you
And watch you as you sleep
A face in the dark
A scream near the park
A voice on the wind
Yet nothing to find
Do not look in the mirror,
For there may be something there
With blood-soaked hair
And a machete or crowbar in hand
Where death is their demand
Just wait, was that a knock at the door?
Do you hear something crawling across the floor?
Has that window always been cracked?
Do you even dare to fall asleep?
Drift off into dreamland
So then you'll understand
Why your phobias haunt you
That nightmares certainly can be true
Two In The MorningWell, as of right now,
Today hasn't technically started!
It's after two in the morning,
Not even dawn has broken yet,
So I cannot deem it to be "tomorrow"
Or "today" until I see that morning sun.
I know it will come sooner than I expect,
But right now it is dark,
And I am cold,
And I am alone.
I still have my cat for company.
Fire &hellip; everywhere. BlaFire … everywhere.
Blazing black and orange flames danced all around me, glazing atop the burning tables and climbing up the beige plaster walls. The scattered paper ignited easily, creating tiny, white glowing butterflies appear, soaring gently in the air, blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded them. The roof began to cave in, several broken light fixtures plummeting down to the ground as the building continued to incinerate.
I stood alone on one side of the scorching room - my white long-sleeved, knee-length dress splattered with blood and smothered in ash, my hair knotted and flailing in front of my face - while my enemy held the person I loved most in a strong chokehold. Tears threatened to pour from my eyes, which had long since turned a dangerous crimson colour, but I didn’t dare allow the fear to show on my features. If I were to show any sign of weakness, my enemy would most likely use it to his advantage, perhaps as a ploy to string me along into his twis
Mindsweeper - Chapter 1Mindsweeper
Just keep moving, Ricky Just keep moving
I repeatedly chanted those words in my mind as I ran through the forest in a mad fury. My breath was short and gruff, the need for oxygen becoming more of a necessity every second. My brown button-up was just about drenched as sweat dripped down my face, sliding uncomfortably along my backside and into my socks. The muscles in my legs began to give out, ready to shut down completely so I wouldn't be able to move another step. Nevertheless, I continued to run as fast as I possibly could.
Just keep moving God damn it, don't slow down!
I didn't know how long I had been sprinting through the forest; could have been hours or days, I really wasn't keeping track. My mind was focused on one thing: to get as far away from him as humanly possible. My efforts may be in vain, but the adrenaline in my blood kept me going. I wasn't going to die tonight. Not in these woods.
Breathe But don't stop Just
Memories I remember being very small while growing up in a large house that seemed to get bigger with each passing day. I would explore as much of the house as I could in one day, climbing over mountainous furniture to see out a high window or stalking monstrous tabby cats in an attempt to play with them.
However, my adventures usually came to an end when I reached the darkest and most disturbing part of the building: the stairs. Those stairs in our house, carpeted in a dirty brown material, always startled me for some reason or another. I'm not sure if it was because there was no source of light along the stairwell, making the hike up to the next level unbearable; or if it was the paintings that hung on the walls, the horrific pictures frightening me in every way possible; or perhaps it was because of the mountain-like trudge to the second floor, something that just very intimidating to a small toddler such as myself at the time.
You Are Your Own PersonIf I jump off a bridge, would you jump after I do?
Would you follow me to the grave if it only meant you would be like me?
I know you hate happiness
And blood is being drained from your arms
You even cried white tears to emphasize your point
I pity you
Your life is sacred and hurt
The felines' meows turn into growls
As your whines and pleads turn into screams and sobs
Stop playing your twisted game
Look in the mirror and stare at your reflection until your eyes bleed
You are your own person
Anime Tag - One Piece!Anime Tag!
First Step = Pick one of your OCs. I'm gonna' use my OC Kori Eternus
Second Step = Pick 10 roomates, they can be from different fandoms.
#1: Luffy / #2: Chopper / #3: Nami / #4: Usopp / #5: Sanji / #6: Brooke / #7: Cherry (I know she's an OC, too, but whatevs) / #8: Robin / #9: Franky / #10: Zoro
QUESTION ONE ~ You arrive late and turns out the only room available is with 6 (Brooke)! Isn't that great?
Kori: *quirks eyebrow* I'm not gonna' be sleeping tonight anyway, so why should this circumstance matter? *sits in a nearby chair, dropping bag at feet*
Brooke: *stands up* My lovely dark angel! Might I say you are looking quite magnificent tonight! But I have no eyes to see you with! Yohohohohohoho!
Kori: *vein pops on forehead* I can live through this one night ...
Brooke: *stops laughing* And may I see your pan-
Kori: *grabs bag and leaves the room* Nope, can't do it ...
QUESTION TWO ~ After much difficulty and rearranging, your room is switched and you now share a ro
A VoiceYou insist on having no voice
Keeping your secrets locked down
Inside your throat, sealed below
With a melancholy frown
Your eyes refuse to see the
Morning daylight from the sun
You push back that unfathomable
Night and choose to run
Your memory is tainted by
That dreaded night's curse
You say that you're fine
But you're just getting worse
Let me help you, my friend,
In any way that I possibly can
Don't submit yourself to secrecy
Because of some sadistic man
Open your mouth and tell the world
That should have the right to know
Because you're safety is important to me
And I don't want to let you go
Not My VirtueI shouldn't love you, but I have no choice
My heartstrings tug just a little bit every time
Your name enters my depressing thoughts
My face flushes when your beautiful words
Reach down into the sensitive part of my soul
Warming happiness spreads from my head to
My toes when I see you smile
You manage to scare away all the fear and
Doubt that resides within me when I'm upset
Your passionate language throws me off guard
So often that I'm afraid to respond to your message
When I think of the past, so harmful to my spirit,
You think of the future, where our love will play
In the leaves of tomorrow
For forever more
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
Little Black BirdThe little black bird sits in her cage
Lonely, afraid of the outside world
Or, more precisely, afraid of the people in the outside world
She sings her songs from the bars of her cage
But nobody ever listens
They just nod and move on to continue with their daily lives
Not even bothering to see that the poor bird is dying
Dying from lack of love
Lack of heart
Lack of life
And just when she thought she was going to have her chance to fly free
It was taken from her
Taken away from her like a piece of candy, as if it was no big deal
She never talks, never says a word
The little black bird just keeps singing about a new day
But how can she have a new day when the current day is still passing on?
How can she sing when her eyes are filled with tears?
How will she move on from being deprived of the outside world?
Or should she really be asking
How will she, herself, the little black bird,
Die peacefully one day?
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