every measure is taken
to make very,
that it’ll never end
days pass in a haze
couldn’t care less
in a habit
spiriling down like a plane caught aflame
surrounded by lips that beg you to stop-
before it’s too late
they don’t understand,
oh if only they could know
the depth of misery a soul can experience
if they could just glimpse the intensity of pain;
they would finally shut up
and all would be left
to atrophy quietly,
Vast, barren land, surrounding,
nothing more than heat dazed bugs for miles.
it sits alone,
The space between you and me are where dreams come true.
There’s too many people I want to say something to, but I cannot speak, thanks to the damage you’ve done.
Everyone would know me as the most forgiving, but I find no matter how much you appologize I still hold on to the bitter resentment.
Any unsavory changes I’ve made in the last months I could link to you. I don’t like who I am anymore, I’m not proud of what I’ve done. I see myself becoming more and more frustrated, angry, distrusting and lost, filled with self hatred. More like you. But one thing I haven’t given up on is trying.
I might not ever get close to being who I was again, but I know eventually I’ll come to love myself once more. You see, I found someone else, someone who loves me even as I am now, who loves me unconditionally. I’m moving away from the ugly little chapter you created in my life and on to better days.
Best of luck,
A mass of crazy people who all pretend to be different while truely being boring and predictably alike.
What was that?
I left confused and shocked, with many questions swarming my head, thinking too much of every detail, and then maybe not enough.
I can’t sleep, eat, or breathe right, plagued with odd feelings I can’t recall ever experiencing before.
I don’t get close to others.
I kind of want you to go.
I kind of want you to stay.
I’m standing outside the gates, you know,
waiting to be let in
Solanaceae is pretty long, so if you prefer you can call me Sol, Solana, etc. I’m in love with music, art, writing, reading, ice skating, and the violin.
I’m really cheery, but a bit shy, and can’t think of much else to say.
Not saying this is true, but it’s an interesting bit of information.
I’ve read, and heard from a few people that sometimes spirits enter your dreams, though they tend to take on the features that you give them and don’t usually appear as them. They’re usually harmless, your mind doesn’t control them they move about independantly and can control parts of your dream. Sometimes if you realize you’re dreaming (lucid dreaming) they’ll try to get you to wake up prematurely to prevent you from realizing they are there.
It’s up to you to believe what you want, thought I should post this here since I found it interesting and it’s related to dreams. ;p
: to separate parts of or pull apart by force
You tear at me. Bit by bit, just for you, I’m coming undone. I thought you said you loved me. Maybe it was something like ”I’m above you,” and I heard only what I wanted to.
: the infliction of torture
All the tormentors I ever had could never hurt me quite you like do.
But still, I love you.
Or maybe I’m addicted. Not to you, but the pain, because it gives me something else to feel besides empty.
: feeling sorrow, regret, or penitence
You say you’re sorry for the pain you caused. It’s okay love, I forgive you.
But you do it again.
If you regret a decision you made, why repeat it?
: a pretense of having a virtuous character, moral or religious beliefs or principles, etc., that one does not really possess
The syllables paint a kind picture of you, while your moves work on burning it up. Do I believe the smooth words that pour from those lovely lips? Or should I close-mindedly believe only in what can be seen?
: waking; not sleeping
Where I lay at night, pondering over what’s really going on. I’m lost in a riptide, being tossed here and there, wanting to believe things are what you say they are, and afraid that it’s opposite to that.
I heard once, that the ones we love the most are the ones who hurt us the most.
Something you gain when they throw you down and grind your face into the dirt.
You threw me in a cage,
like a bird
and told me to sing a tune for you,
and rattled my chains instead
at first you found this amusing
the way I kept trying to fly
so you pinned down each feather
and broke every bone
until like a damn bursting,
my will went away
so now I sit on my perch, humming,
oh yes I’ll sing you a song,
a lovely little lullaby
and while your lids grow heavy,
while your lips upturn in the victory you’ve won over me,
and you settle in for a nap,
I will not cease singing
until you fall deeper
and never ever wake up
Every night, when you go to sleep, you dream. Up to four times a night. If you wake up without a dream it’s because you simply cannot remember.
So try this,
Before you go to sleep, right as your curled up under your cozy covers, say to your self a few times ”I will remember my dream” It helps you remember your dreams, and if you really want to keep them, write them down right as you wake up. 90% of a dream is lost after just half an hour of being awake.
words not well liked by
the ones behind the curtain
tells you what RIGHT is and what is LEFT and WRONG
THEY thinking that it has the right to
but THAT is wrong and THEY is bent
unable to see the bigger picture
yet think they know everything
causing them to be easy controlled by a higher power
that merely pretend to help PEOPLE
so PEOPLE lets them attach puppet strings,
then IF PEOPLE steps out of line,
says no, defies THEY,
THEY labels PEOPLE
a danger, hazard to society,
because not loving every vile act of society means PEOPLE is diseased
and THEY simply cannot allow this,
then locks PEOPLE in a room with a woman
who tells PEOPLE to swallow the magic pills and everything will suddenly be OKAY
because PEOPLE MUST be molded into an average, docile, easily controlled being
if PEOPLE Thought about THEY
PEOPLE would come to the Realization that THEY isn’t so great
that THEY would have no power
PEOPLE would see,
but it’s easier to not, to let someone else take the reins
and of course, THEY puts on a good font,
and THEY does a good job at keeping PEOPLE in check
A picture of a rose is not a rose,
only a picture
Why are you so? It doesn’t help me. I can’t stare at you for longer than a moment without being overwhelmed by it. Not really your face, although rather lovely, but those brilliantly colored eyes. It’s like the stars and a rainbow had a head on collision, like they came together and had a child that they then poured into the irises of your world viewers.
that girl you probably think is a mute.
I dreamt of where I used to live, in very realistic detail. Everything looked real, all the people where real. It wasn’t one of those dreams that come true later though, since there were things in it that wouldn’t even be there. At some point during the dream there was a bombing, in fact I remember a grenade being tossed at me and I just barely made it to a safe distance away when it went off. Then it ended, and Nicole was there for some reason, although she never lived there, and so was a team of hazard guys. Lots of people I haven’t seen in forever, and then for some reason I end up on my laptop on skype. I remember telling a friend about the bombing, and then in middle of it I was like woah. It was a dream. And then I said to them, woah it was a dream. I’m not sure if before hand they said something like what bombing? I never heard of it, or something that could’ve set it off, but in the dream I realized I had dreamt the bombing and was still dreaming. This has happened on rare occasions but I remembered it and decided since it’s a dream why not have fun and see what happens. So I started to tell the guy I was talking to EXACTLY what I felt (nothing bad) to see his reaction, but as I kept typing I started to feel myself wake up, and the further I typed the closer I was to waking up, so I stopped and erased it and suddenly I stopped waking up. Everytime I tried to tell him what I though I’d keep starting to wake up, so I sped typed it and hit send and hoped I would stay long enough, and the waking feeling stopped. I haha’d in triumph and watched as they started typing a reply then was hit with the most unpleasent feeling and jolted awake. I’ll always wonder why I wasn’t allowed to say that, why I couldn’t see their response. Such a weird dream..
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