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Mando82
Published
Yesterday 2:47pm
Yesterday 2:47pm
Dark Desires Unfolds
#ForbiddenLove
#romantic
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adagio
Published
Yesterday 2:35pm
Yesterday 2:35pm
Cold Dark Ghetto
Engorged succulence dark's Bohemian
seductive sweet lips of innuendo
embraced by luscious unfold
and ecstasy's tantalizing bouquet
captured by the essence of your soul
as I lay me down to sleep
in stealth my awakening in the grave's
cold dark damp ghetto with no bones to creep
with the earth's molars chewing my gangrene
just ligaments of my aorta leading to my soul
seductive sweet lips of innuendo
embraced by luscious unfold
and ecstasy's tantalizing bouquet
captured by the essence of your soul
as I lay me down to sleep
in stealth my awakening in the grave's
cold dark damp ghetto with no bones to creep
with the earth's molars chewing my gangrene
just ligaments of my aorta leading to my soul
#dark
#erotic
68 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Published
Yesterday 1:04pm
Yesterday 1:04pm
melancholy
Melancholy
he had been feeling miserable for weeks, his fiancé had left him and taken their dogs along she went home to live with her elderly father every day was a bother, going to town to open the café, serving kids burgers and coke until five o’clock, cleaning the place as he had no staff walking home watching TV and drinking beer until he fell asleep waking up a hundred times
One morning he didn’t open his café took a train out of town and wanted to go to a farm where he had lived for a few years and been happy, the farm had shifted hands the owner said his widow and her...
he had been feeling miserable for weeks, his fiancé had left him and taken their dogs along she went home to live with her elderly father every day was a bother, going to town to open the café, serving kids burgers and coke until five o’clock, cleaning the place as he had no staff walking home watching TV and drinking beer until he fell asleep waking up a hundred times
One morning he didn’t open his café took a train out of town and wanted to go to a farm where he had lived for a few years and been happy, the farm had shifted hands the owner said his widow and her...
#emotions
#gratitude
#motivational #respect
#motivational #respect
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adagio
Published
Yesterday 12:57pm
Yesterday 12:57pm
Among Green
Summer winds as the leaves' minuet
in silk stockings among the green
of gentle glades and trees
yawning memories of days gone by
lullabies when you were but three
in silk stockings among the green
of gentle glades and trees
yawning memories of days gone by
lullabies when you were but three
#memories
#philosophical
42 reads
7 Comments
Her
Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
63 reads
6 Comments
randyjohnson
Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
9 reads
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Her
Published
Yesterday 11:35am
Yesterday 11:35am
Shadow Dancing
I live with myself full-time
The perception of others
Is temporary, a pit stop
Dancing in shadows has ceased
How my life is interpreted
Is no longer my business
The perception of others
Is temporary, a pit stop
Dancing in shadows has ceased
How my life is interpreted
Is no longer my business
#emotions
#strength
#TimeHeals
57 reads
13 Comments
Des0Holtz
Published
Yesterday 8:39am
Yesterday 8:39am
The Depths of Despair
In shadows I dwell, where darkness resides,
A prisoner of thoughts, where hope subsides.
Depression's grip, a heavy chain,
Whispering doubts, fueling the pain.
Self-harm's allure, a tempting release,
A fleeting escape, a moment of peace.
But scars remain, a haunting reminder,
Of battles fought, wounds left behind her.
Suicide's call, a siren's sweet song,
Promising solace, where nothing feels wrong.
But death's embrace, a cold, empty void,
Leaving behind loved ones, forever destroyed.
I yearn for light, a glimmer of hope,
To...
A prisoner of thoughts, where hope subsides.
Depression's grip, a heavy chain,
Whispering doubts, fueling the pain.
Self-harm's allure, a tempting release,
A fleeting escape, a moment of peace.
But scars remain, a haunting reminder,
Of battles fought, wounds left behind her.
Suicide's call, a siren's sweet song,
Promising solace, where nothing feels wrong.
But death's embrace, a cold, empty void,
Leaving behind loved ones, forever destroyed.
I yearn for light, a glimmer of hope,
To...
#dark
#disappointment
#hate #sadness
#hate #sadness
30 reads
3 Comments
gracemarie
Published
Yesterday 8:07am
Yesterday 8:07am
Blue
I look in the mirror and see my eyes
The realization hits like a train
and twists like a knife
My eyes are dull
Grey
Cloudy
And sad
The color faded with the hope that I had
When I let myself love you
My eyes were blue
Clear
Not like a stormy sea
They were like still water
But the the color faded as I started to believe
You never actually loved me
It isn't even about your love for me
It's about my love for you
Pushing you away
Pretending I don't care
Changes me ...
The realization hits like a train
and twists like a knife
My eyes are dull
Grey
Cloudy
And sad
The color faded with the hope that I had
When I let myself love you
My eyes were blue
Clear
Not like a stormy sea
They were like still water
But the the color faded as I started to believe
You never actually loved me
It isn't even about your love for me
It's about my love for you
Pushing you away
Pretending I don't care
Changes me ...
#heartbroken
#love
28 reads
0 Comments
gracemarie
Published
Yesterday 8:03am
Yesterday 8:03am
I remember
I remember
I remember when we first met
The way you took away my breath
I remember the day I fell in love with you
The way we talked
The deal we made
The leaf we split that we plucked off the tree
"I'll cherish it forever" is what you said to me
I remember talking by the river
The sun was setting and I bet it was beautiful
I didn't even care to look
I was gazing into your eyes
No sunset could ever be as breathtaking
I remember walking to your house
The rain was pouring down ...
I remember when we first met
The way you took away my breath
I remember the day I fell in love with you
The way we talked
The deal we made
The leaf we split that we plucked off the tree
"I'll cherish it forever" is what you said to me
I remember talking by the river
The sun was setting and I bet it was beautiful
I didn't even care to look
I was gazing into your eyes
No sunset could ever be as breathtaking
I remember walking to your house
The rain was pouring down ...
#emotional
#FirstLove
#love #memories
#love #memories
43 reads
0 Comments
Ambjr
Published
Yesterday 6:53am
Yesterday 6:53am
ode to insomnia
oh merciless enchantress of darkest hours
siren of endless thoughts
mistress of my torment
sweet devourer of sleep
how violently you return to me
night after night
you claim me for yourself
your fingertips leavin burnin trails
along my skin
we tangle in sheets of unrest
limbs entwined til dawn
remember how I begged for mercy
drownin our love in bottles of amber
three years free from those liquid chains
and still I bend to your touch
you unravel me
each caress ignitin thought
where whispers turn to savage...
siren of endless thoughts
mistress of my torment
sweet devourer of sleep
how violently you return to me
night after night
you claim me for yourself
your fingertips leavin burnin trails
along my skin
we tangle in sheets of unrest
limbs entwined til dawn
remember how I begged for mercy
drownin our love in bottles of amber
three years free from those liquid chains
and still I bend to your touch
you unravel me
each caress ignitin thought
where whispers turn to savage...
#insomnia
#sleep
32 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Published
Yesterday 6:44am
Yesterday 6:44am
Work does not set you free.
A thousand things to do each day
To keep the black dog well away
But even in each menial task
A question you must surely ask.
Are you going mad?
To keep the black dog well away
But even in each menial task
A question you must surely ask.
Are you going mad?
#MentalHealth
23 reads
0 Comments
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