Submissions by DarkPopPrincess (Princess Alia)
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Poet Introduction
Writer from the grave XXX
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Mar 2025 5:09am
13th Mar 2025 5:09am
The Monster Attached To Me Anime
There once was a girl named Alia. She was the world's princess. The earth's crown. She was the only girl with bare feet and the same long white long T shirt dress like Samara's. No one gave her any shoes because she was poor and downtrodden. Everyone looked down upon her.
She had a horrid, black monster attached to her, with terrifying teeth as sharp as blades. No one wanted to be around her because of it. The witch Margaret Rose had cursed her with this. Forever all her days, she'd walked the earth alone. Her tears would fill the oceans. Her pure energy would keep the flowers...
She had a horrid, black monster attached to her, with terrifying teeth as sharp as blades. No one wanted to be around her because of it. The witch Margaret Rose had cursed her with this. Forever all her days, she'd walked the earth alone. Her tears would fill the oceans. Her pure energy would keep the flowers...
#curse
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2025 9:40pm
12th Mar 2025 9:40pm
An Endless Sadness
Had a nightmare last night. It was quite dark and disturbing like many of them. My friend Joe was in it, telling me I had changed. That I wasn't the girl he thought he knew. That he didn't want to talk to me. That I was tainted now. Forever. Josh was saying it, and anyone I ever knew said these things.
I woke up like I usually do, like I'm getting out of a trance rather than a nightmare.
I personally hate it when people say to not let someone or something have so much power over you. Because I'm already good at that, considering my situation. But if something, even if...
I woke up like I usually do, like I'm getting out of a trance rather than a nightmare.
I personally hate it when people say to not let someone or something have so much power over you. Because I'm already good at that, considering my situation. But if something, even if...
#fear
#grief
#sadness
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2025 00:43am
12th Mar 2025 00:43am
Constantly disassociated
In my world, life is fuzzy. Life is spacey. I disassociate so hard I have dropped my phone before, not realizing I ran over it. When people talk to me, I freeze and numb out the feelings of intense fear. The intense fear of being sucked into another world I may not like. That's why I have a processing disorder. I'm trying to read this arts council thingy to see about potentially helping me with funds for my art stuff, but my reading is spotty. I read it over and over again, the words, and they do not make any sense. Nevermind, just read that I needed a letter of recommendation from an...
#confusion
#loneliness
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2025 00:09am
12th Mar 2025 00:09am
Looking For Slow Ways to Get Involved
Watched another video of Heidi Priebe talking about to become more of the real you and less the fake you. Whew, that was a lot. Realizing I still have a lot of people pleasing behaviors. Anyway, she talked about how you should seek out places where your true, future self would seek if you had no fears.
And I can't think of a single place but an art club or something. Looking at volunteer opportunities related to that, and I want to go back to bed thinking about all the responsibilities they're listing. I'm tired from all the pressure my family and others put on me and in turn, I...
And I can't think of a single place but an art club or something. Looking at volunteer opportunities related to that, and I want to go back to bed thinking about all the responsibilities they're listing. I'm tired from all the pressure my family and others put on me and in turn, I...
#fear
#loneliness
#sadness
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Mar 2025 10:02pm
10th Mar 2025 10:02pm
Suicidal Jodi
Jodi Arias.
[Alia laughs]
How do you want me?
Just like that.
Like that?
Yeah.
[Alia makes clicking noise with her mouth]
Wish I could say I wasn't crazy,
but I'm psycho, babe.
I'm suicidal Jodi.
Obsessed to death,
keep texting and texting,
accomplishing nothing.
I know you're gone.
But no one's never gone in my heart,
and that's the problem.
The dark side has shown,
and for that,
I must die.
Wish I could say I wasn't crazy,
but I'm...
[Alia laughs]
How do you want me?
Just like that.
Like that?
Yeah.
[Alia makes clicking noise with her mouth]
Wish I could say I wasn't crazy,
but I'm psycho, babe.
I'm suicidal Jodi.
Obsessed to death,
keep texting and texting,
accomplishing nothing.
I know you're gone.
But no one's never gone in my heart,
and that's the problem.
The dark side has shown,
and for that,
I must die.
Wish I could say I wasn't crazy,
but I'm...
#dark
#heartbroken
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
My Cold Heart
I go into these moments where I shut off my emotions.
I shut off the side of me that cares too deeply.
I become cold like the world.
I become so fed up with the way the world treats me,
and yet I can't help blaming myself.
I'm no longer gonna give myself a hard time for shutting down, for not having the strength to continue my day. For sleeping much of the time. Still the perfectionist mind continues, relentlessly upset if I ate too much or if I didn't exercise enough or if I'm not acting perfectly moral.
I'm tired, and I don't have the capacity for...
I shut off the side of me that cares too deeply.
I become cold like the world.
I become so fed up with the way the world treats me,
and yet I can't help blaming myself.
I'm no longer gonna give myself a hard time for shutting down, for not having the strength to continue my day. For sleeping much of the time. Still the perfectionist mind continues, relentlessly upset if I ate too much or if I didn't exercise enough or if I'm not acting perfectly moral.
I'm tired, and I don't have the capacity for...
#apathy
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Mar 2025 5:13am
8th Mar 2025 5:13am
Realizing I Don't Have to See Others' Perspectives
Deleted Meetup again. Realizing again that support groups aren't for me. The support group I talked about earlier that was mostly supportive, something just really irked at me today really badly. I had talked about religion last time and said some things that jived with the group or the facilitators at best. They claimed I said I hate atheists and all that. And maybe I did. Maybe I did. But still, I was also clearly talking about the atheists that have hurt me since I was talking about my experiences.
Seriously, no one ever wants to give me the benefit of a doubt. I would never...
Seriously, no one ever wants to give me the benefit of a doubt. I would never...
#bittersweet
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2025 7:42pm
7th Mar 2025 7:42pm
I'm Not Sorry
Since I've been on Meetup again, I've been going to a support group that is incredibly supportive and helpful. I notice often times, when someone speaks and wants to add something, they say sorry. When they cry, they say sorry.
Well, I'm not. I'm not ever gonna say those dreaded words again for things I don't need to be sorry for.
No, I'm not sorry for showing emotion that society encourages me to repress.
I'm not sorry for needing to scream.
I'm not sorry for my rage.
I'm not sorry for being myself.
Ever again.
Well, I'm not. I'm not ever gonna say those dreaded words again for things I don't need to be sorry for.
No, I'm not sorry for showing emotion that society encourages me to repress.
I'm not sorry for needing to scream.
I'm not sorry for my rage.
I'm not sorry for being myself.
Ever again.
#courage
#TimeHeals
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2025 00:12am
7th Mar 2025 00:12am
Limited By Human Connection
Got on Meetup again to go to that support group that I had troubles with just to see. The same host was on the screen of the zoom meeting. I looked away, no false smile. I was hoping it wouldn't be her.
I did not think I was being treated fairly, but I still go to that victim blaming of thinking of what I did wrong. Because I am the monster. I am the one who deserves to be outed. I think so deeply about right and wrong because I want to know if I'm ever doing anything right. Nothing ever feels good enough...
She said sorry I'm not allowed to come back and that I'm upset...
I did not think I was being treated fairly, but I still go to that victim blaming of thinking of what I did wrong. Because I am the monster. I am the one who deserves to be outed. I think so deeply about right and wrong because I want to know if I'm ever doing anything right. Nothing ever feels good enough...
She said sorry I'm not allowed to come back and that I'm upset...
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2025 3:37pm
6th Mar 2025 3:37pm
Their Worst Client
It was at the same hospital I was abused in that a white, thin, blonde girl who ran the art group said I was her worst client.
"My worst clients are usually the most artistic." Damn, that cut deeper a sword straight through my gut.
I see nothing in her pretty smile and pretty girl look. Just another vapid looking social media influencer looking to make some quick cash grabs and scam people. Another Christian, pristine look. Clean on the outside, but dirty underneath.
But at the end of the day, I'm still the bad apple Eve took partake in and gobbled...
"My worst clients are usually the most artistic." Damn, that cut deeper a sword straight through my gut.
I see nothing in her pretty smile and pretty girl look. Just another vapid looking social media influencer looking to make some quick cash grabs and scam people. Another Christian, pristine look. Clean on the outside, but dirty underneath.
But at the end of the day, I'm still the bad apple Eve took partake in and gobbled...
#dark
#hypocrisy
#lies
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
My Nudist Dream
Had a dream this morning about a sexy, thin girl who committed suicide over some high school drama and then in her ghostly form, just went full on nude. I remember vividly her swimming through this big ass lake. It was...somewhere. Couldn't explain where. Couldn't explain the buildings around her. I remember her driving in her old car everywhere. I remember her simply exploring the Earth without restrictions.
Then, somehow, the blonde girl turned into Diana, a dark chocolate haired girl. My character in my series. And Darryl and Diana were having fun adventures traveling...
Then, somehow, the blonde girl turned into Diana, a dark chocolate haired girl. My character in my series. And Darryl and Diana were having fun adventures traveling...
#nostalgia
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Published
26th Feb 2025 7:17pm
26th Feb 2025 7:17pm
Bad Never Tasted So Good
#dark
#TruthOfLife
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