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Immutable DevotionBound and determined; words that burn me in places that no person should ever experience. "Bound and determined" she says, as though she has any notion of the turmoil; simmering behind every smile that I force for her comfort. I don't think she even realizes how her flamboyant optimism sears me; char upon char, until my remnants are tissue paper tears. Scars layering scars, penetrating so deeply, that my soul has become a leper.
She waffles on; her words distant and hollow, as the ocean of my defeat silently swallows me whole. I can't help but admire her benevolence; formidability that is nothing short of impregnable, if only I had her strength. I'm not a pessimist, though I am a pragmatist; guaranteeing failure in this nefarious skirmish that I did not choose.
For her, I keep my silence; for her, I soldier on. Though I bite my tongue through the copious fusillades that incessantly barrage my feeble and cumbersome carcass; I know I am a coward at heart. If not for her, I would have
Ghosts taught me to think in magicIt seemed worthless, we knew best but for some reason there was always another day to fix everything, even the day it self.
Our anger, the nerves, such exquisite toxins. Our mortal lives waste and waste... always so late, too late... going for more time, more money. Pitying more loss, more cost. Devouring all out of control... like there is not enough.
Things happen only when a question is raised. Like a rotting-soulless that needs blessing to rest in peace. Naive optimists, they are misguided. We lie a lot. Humans... right? What a lie, such an excuse... just flesh. And the worst part is that lies cant change anything. A smile cant cure laziness or bad choices.
Stay real, my friend. Because... Can you remember the last time you stopped and reasoned? Or the last time you spoke words like „Do it tomorrow ” and then „Time flies...” ? It makes no sense, so think about it tomorrow.
Remember that we are around for you. The tortured souls in your room or behind the gla
I See ThingsI see them walking. I always see them. Maybe it’s because they’re always there. Maybe other people are too busy doing other things to notice that I’m simply, looking outwards. Simply observing the eyes of owls in sharp twig nests. I once saw people being taken into the arms of younger bones under sunken sheets. I saw a painting and stared at it for an hour or so. And they told me that other people needed to see. But I knew nobody else would relish the image as I would so I refused. I wasn’t always like this. Only recently did I start seeing a lot of things. Kept myself out of conversations to avoid arguments. I merely observed them. Kept my mouth tied, my eyes wide. Starting talking in less and less sentences until it all just, stopped. But my eyes, oh never did they stop, never blink for a dark tired world around them. I’ve seen so many things; I’ve forgotten most of them over the years. Time carried memories into darker spots where I couldn’t
What We Thought Was World PeaceI have spent so many years making my way to the top of the legendary mountain to have my one wish granted, world peace. There are so many people in this world that deserve better, and we should all be equal.
I reach the mountain and was greeted by an old man, “What brings you to my mountain?”
“I would like to make my wish. It is just like the legends foretold; I have spent a year of my life climbing up the throat of the world, and now…and now my dream will come true…”
“Now, you should know that the wish you make is final and can’t be reversed. Be careful what you wish for.” The old man told his words with great respect to me.
“Th-the time has come.” I was getting nervous, but at least I knew that there was no wrong way this wish could go.
“Make your wish, young one.”
I clapped my hands together and bowed, “I wish for world peace.” My words were final. And I was proud.
He gave a long sigh an
Old man? "Old man?"
"Could you please tell me of Them? Of your favorite project?"
"Heh. Yes, I suppose I could tell you of them. But you heard this story many times.
Don't you get bored by it?"
The one referred to as Old man is smiling the smile reserved for the quirks of the
young "Alright, alright, settle down." He says "Well, as you know, first I-"
"I don't want to be rude." Said the young one "But can tell me about how it started with Them?"
"Hmph. Oh, alright." Says the Old man with only mild irritation in his voice."Well, at first it was just a hobby, you know?
Something to pass the time. But, as I kept them for longer and longer my interest in them grew: A sociable species is
nothing new, and neither is adapting to your surroundings." The Old man's face spread with a slow grin that was
barely insane "But a species that adapted it's surrounding to itself, not the othe
Winter's Cold TouchI walk to the front door of my house; the cold wind gives me shivers. I grab the golden nob and crank it open. A gust of warm air hits my face, prickling away my goose bumps. When I enter, I strip of my heavy coat and boots to keep the house from my wet clothing. My feet touch the tile and sends jolts up my spine due to its icy resemblance. I walk to the kitchen and warm some water in the microwave to make hot chocolate. I wait as the whirring of the heater turns on, warming the house. The water is done; I drop spoons of starchy powder into the smooth hot wavering water. The exes floating powder entered my nose; I take in the scent of sweet chocolate, but soon close the lid. The couch at the end of the room is beckoning me. As I drift to where it sit, I pass the glass window and watch the meek raindrops beat against the glass. Slowly, I lower myself onto the couch and cuddle with the cushions, which were lightly sprinkled with a cold that soon dissolves by my touch. As the house fell s
El humano y el gato. El gato y el humano. El reloj de pared marcaba las tres de la madrugada. Su monótono tick-tack no le estaba ayudando a dormirse y, a cada movimiento del sonoro segundero, sus nervios crecían más y más, incitados por el imparable correteo del tiempo. Sin poder soportarlo más, Naviel se levantó de la cama con la torpeza de quien ha estado bebiendo. En el escaso espacio hasta llegar a la puerta pudo tropezarse con una lata de cerveza vacía y con algún cojín al que anteriormente le había declarado la guerra, cuando su enfado y el efecto del alcohol todavía eran recientes.
Desarreglado y con bolsas bajo los ojos, el joven salió de su desastrosa habitación para dirigirse al jardín interior de su casa -o, mejor dicho, de la casa que compartía con sus tres compañeros de banda-. Subió las escaleras que se dirigían a la terraza y, una vez allí, saltó un pequeño muro. Así, pudo sen
Escala de coloresTodo parece tan poco interesante, visto desde aquí. Desde mis ojos. Vengo de un mundo lleno de destellos en la oscuridad e historias que contar, y ahora me encuentro esto.
Una exclamación me llama torpemente, como si hacerle caso fuera lo más sensato. Eso es lo que hace la gente. Pero yo miro y miro... y no veo nada. Es todo gris. Impersonal. Frío. Distante. Hasta las luces blancas de la entrada me parecen pintadas en la pared, de imitación, como para dar el pego.
Entro y me encuentro lo que ya conozco. Pasillos, focos reflejados en el suelo, puertas, escaparates, muñecos que parecen personas y personas que parecen muñecos. Todavía no sé distinguirlos muy bien. No les pongo cara. Los veo todos iguales... Grises. Negros. Blancos. Qué más da.
Todo es tan igual, tan repetitivo que me pierdo aunque siga todo recto. Todo distrae, todo engaña y todo grita con todas sus fuerzas para llamar la atención.
Be your own life's MichelangeloBe your own life's Michelangelo
I just had 16 years old, and I just lost two of the poeple I cared the most about : My grandparents. It's the first time that I loose someone I old dear... I don't really know how to react, I always had a tendency to look in the past and grief... This didn't help this habit of mine at all... Once again, I though about what I could have said, or done. What I did, and said, and what I couln't now. Me, that was always kind of the phylosopher, I should have use that time with them, to ask, talk about, what they saw life as... I could have, I should have... I can't anymore, and it hurt me, that I have been so naive to think I could have the time later.
I was always the kind to let myself floating in the river of life, and then, complain about what life had taken me...
It's some month that I use this to shot poeple out...
One day, when I was walking in the city center, I saw a young girl in a street, she seemed to be painting on a wall. Intrigued, I began
thingswhen things go bad. its not fun. you feel out in the cold. like theres no-one to help you, rather like you're falling and cannot do anything, even worse, theres no-one to help you. no rope, no net to catch you. just helpless falling. its worse though, when you can see someone else falling away, away fron you, and you cannot help them. you cant put out a net. its either not possible or you just have to leave them too it. thats the worst. i hate leaving people to fall to their death. and all you can do is watch. just watch them fall, away, away.
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