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Category: Writing and Poetry
As the moonlight showers in the night through the small cracks in the leaves, the forest taunts the passenger. Limb over limb, branch over branch, just the same, he recognizes som » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
by alesana, don't look at poe. i keep imagining this guy, he's on stage. you can't see his face. you can never see his face. he wears a top hat, like he's a magician or ringleader in a circus. you know the type. he wears a masquerade mask, but his eyes glow when he sings. he's only the singing vocals, not the backup scream/metal vocals. you can't really see his bandmates faces either. you can see ... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE INTO THE PLEASURE MAKE IT LAST FOREVER GIVE... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
my biological father refused to move to SC with my mother and be a part of our family. he visited twice throughout my childhood, only to see my mother, and never hung out with me those times. he reconnected with me after i left foster care at age 12, and last year, he blocked me because i didn't text him first for a month because i was homeless, evicting my mother, and trying to get a job. my youn... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
trying to write an autobiography but in the sense of "what if my mom never lost custody of me or my siblings?" and tonight i tried to write it to cool off because all night i've been triggered to hell and upset and mad at the world. feeling like i used to when i lived in that house. but after sitting down and writing it out, all i want to write about is my normal novels. writing about my "what if... » Continue Reading
Category: Romance and Relationships
this has made me so mad and i can't not let it make me mad it won't go away. i miss writing the paragraphs on how we fell in love & how much of a fairytale it was because now all i have to write is HOW MAD YOU MAKE ME YOU DUMB DUMB FUKCING PERSON i love you so much YOU MAKE ME SO MAD i'm listening to suicide silence i'm so seething with rage. so much has built up and i've brushed under the rug. no... » Continue Reading
Category: Music
A year has passed Since I learned where you had gone So far, so long » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Nearly night. It drew closer, my time for departure. The darkness of my living room taunts me with visions of my demise, whether it comes as a phantom greeting me with it's twisted smile- I know it craves me. I know it wishes for my soul. Or as a daydream, others would describe a night terror, the solace gives me life. How many ways I dream of the end when truly it could never be so far away. It c... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
i want to talk about that a lot more than a single paragraph. i went on a work trip for 3 and a half days 3 hours away, and even though i bawled my eyes out when i got back home because my friends didn't miss me the way i missed them, i just wanna go back. to that campsite. with all of the little cabins and RV's. with that swimming pool, and public bathroom, and the thousands of lawn chairs outsid... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
tan fingernails are growing pinker as my fingers collect more dust underneath the nails, and around the edges. my veins stick out more on my hands. SHE MUST BE THE DEVIL!!! that song is stuck in my head sorry. eyes are getting cuter bangs are swooping more hair is turning orange, a rusty orange sad. a lot romantic. a lot energized hard-working, which i never considered myself to be childish matur... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
i was like maybe 4-8 during all of this. raised by my great grandmother, born 1930. old soul. church every sunday, a woman born to be a mother. i couldn't do a lot by myself, never could, i was spoiled to death. i asked her to get me early from school one day. as in, get me out of class during the day, to my surprise she said yes. all day i waited yet i left when all of the other kids did. she wa... » Continue Reading
Category: Music
it means she's just like her mom she'll up lonely and sad she'll end up alone and sad with rings in her mouth with guns in her house with holes in her house where did your spine go? i know i've got none is it your heart that breaks first, fragile bones » Continue Reading
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