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cosmic commented on the post, calamity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
I can feel it in the air
like that strange calm
before the storm.
something’s going to happen, he says.
no duh, a storm.
no, he says, something more
a disaster, he says
that’s specific.
he frowns,
just pretend, please.
Fine. a giant turtle will eat all the grass in the entire world
he scoffs,
no. more like
an apocalypse,
when everyone
in the world
will hold their breath
as that feeling overcomes them
because they know
something
will happen and it
will be bad
and nothing will
ever be the same.
yes, like a storm.
A worldwide storm? nothing ever the same?
yes.
you’re impossible. -
cosmic commented on the post, pained 2 months ago
Curtains blowing in the breeze,
Footprints in the sand.
you cannot go on in life,so it is largely unplanned:
you’ll gracefully cast yourself
Into the silent, dark ocean.there’ll be little commotion,
soon overtaken by everlasting peace,
as you lie upon the waterfloating past this disease.
to do this you were compelled:
to end the anxiety,so the water will make your body swell,
and unrecognizable you’ll be,
but swallow down the salty tears,because you’ll finally be free.
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cosmic commented on the post, truth 2 months ago
Do you really think
you can handle this?
Sweetie, I wrote
the book on lies
so much sweeter
than
what
is
real
Fantasies stay in a mind
Can’t wait for it this time
this
is
not
true
Ignorance is bliss
and it will stay
that way
if I have a say
you can’t handle the truth
but
I
can’t
handle
these
lies
so buh-bye
I’m gone with my dreams
I’ve got the means
You can’t escape
your mouth is agape
Have fun with the lies
what a surprise
(ever thought
this is what you deserved?
well I’ve observed,
and you do.
it’s
the
only
thing
about you that
I know is true) -
cosmic commented on the post, withered 2 months, 1 week ago
I am withering away
like a dandelion in the breeze
can’t you see?
If I disperse
in all the cardinal directions
how will I ever be able to
find myself again?
You don’t understand
health is everything
and I am
sick
It’s not my fault,
it’s this disease
I’m tired of people
telling me
to get over it
because I can’t
when my body and mind
are withering away,
just one little breeze
makes me sway,
and a gust will surely
make
me
fall
and No one can save me
if I am already rotting on the ground -
cosmic and
Miss Ann Thrope are now friends 2 months, 2 weeks ago -
cosmic and
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cosmic commented on the post, conjured 2 months, 2 weeks ago
I can still conjure your image
straight from thin air
(you took away my breath
from the first day I saw you)
Your eyes appear first
crinkled like half-moons,
brown like the dirt
from which flowers grow,
and in their mixed color
I see your soul
(mixed too)
Then
your smile
laugh lines lopsided
as if you laughed so hard once,
you stretched your mouth,
like a rubber tree,
and it no longer fit right
(in my nightmares
your lopsided smile
is a Glasgow grin)
and it is gleaming,
like a hook,
I was caught instantly
Then
your cheeks,
brighter than the sun
reflecting off golden wood,
gaunt as a dead garden but
rose-red with laughter
And
your skin slowly sinks
around these features
filling in with bronze
perfect as if you were
a figurine
And
your hair
blacker than a starless night,
blacker than the darkest hour
before rosy dawn,
framing your face
like the masterpiece it is.
The rest
never mattered
because all I saw
was your face
all I ever see
is your face
(tear-stains still dripping down
to your bloody,bloody face
I’m sorry I ruined it so) -
cosmic commented on the post, embellish 2 months, 3 weeks ago
Everyone embellishes,
so it’s fine if I do…
right?
just
a
little
white
lie
innocent as the acid
I swear I’ll never pour in your eyes
just
a
little
white
lie
who said darkness is bad,
when white is the color of the snow
that kills the grass
just
a
little
white
lie
harmless
that’s a lie -
cosmic commented on the post, flailing 3 months ago
Don’t you see?
This is an ocean
You can’t escape
Flail all you want
Cry
It doesn’t care
It’s the ocean
You’re just a speck of sand
on a beach.
You are nothing
There are things bigger than you,
stronger than you
and there is nothing you can do.
(but it’s okay because the sun
will shine on your bloated body
and maybe, somewhere,
someone will cry over you
and then you’ll return back to the earth
like you were meant to
[it gave you life now it wants it back]) -
cosmic commented on the post, fatigue 3 months ago
This fatigue is taking over me
This is my final decree.
My head is clouded from lack of sleep
All I do is weep and weep.I wait for these meds to work out right,
but time simmers so slowly this very night.
No lover can withhold my pain,
here I am doomed to remain.I lie alone, trembling in my bed,
there’s a pounding in my head
demons use my body then wish to be let out
I fear they’ll escape from my shouts.The night leaks into day
To sleep I have not been swayed
There are no lullabies for me
dark teeth gnashing is all I foreseePerhaps when Winter’s darkness is gone,
I’ll soon wake to Spring’s lovely song.
You see, I am a Persephone,
The seasons are an awful pass for me.In Winter, I languish, nightmare-covered,
Temptations and vices are my lovers,
but Summer brings me back to life,
I am the sun’s effervescent wife.In this cycle I am caught,
A lobster waiting to be bought,
The seasons cycle, and it can’t be mend.
(not with any amount of medicine)based on seasonal affective disorder, nightmares,sleep paralysis and other sleep disorders.
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cosmic commented on the post, musical 3 months, 3 weeks ago
I don’t try to hid behind a mask,
This is really what I think,
Well, I feel torn between two,
I feel my mind is on the brinkAngels cry because of my ways,
let out demons of mine I’d sworn I’d someday slay
This is a war that has occurred before,
been jotted down for centuries as lore.A person’s mind is a battlefield,
Lores’ authors acknowledge this behest,
written on paper and stone, with bone or ink,
Their minds seem to also be on the brink
(I must not be as alone as I think)Yet my demons know what I do and say,
They’ve damned me as their prey,
The Angels leave me, yet cry and moan,
bordering on the brink, I’m still as stone.Suddenly,there is a burst of insight,
My demons still hang above me in my peripheral sight,
and after the brink, the abyss looms below,
but I now see I have a long way to go.The Angels’ cries turn to song,
maybe it’s been this way all along,
maybe in darkness there is light
Maybe the brink teaches you to fight. -
cosmic and
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G.E. Thorn posted an update 5 months, 2 weeks ago
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cosmic commented on the post, satisfy 6 months ago
The only thing that could possibly satisfy me is holding your dying body, as you whisper all your regrets to me, and I’ll forgive you for the last time. I’m so tired of forgiving and, then,you’ll never again do anything to be sorry for… It’s better this way.
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cosmic commented on the post, thought 6 months ago
I thought things would be different,
but this feeling never goes away.
I thought things would be better
but hope is just so fake.I thought there would be happiness
but disappointment is left in my wake.
I thought this feeling would disappear
but it remains unwavering and near.I thought I would find true love
but I only found true doubt.
I thought he would understand,
but he excuses himself.I thought I would be happy
I thought things would be fine
I thought everything would work out
by about this time.But I was wrong, and after so long…
I’ve changed. Strange.
I never thought I would become this,
but depression brings such pain. -
cosmic and
Marissa are now friends 7 months, 1 week ago -
cosmic commented on the post, fresh 7 months, 1 week ago
The wound was fresh in her chest. He could still hear those screams, echoing all around his skull, and he slowly slumped to the floor, dazed. Killing was easy, but the aftermath… that was hard. No more […]
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cosmic commented on the post, signs 7 months, 3 weeks ago
When her depression was finally gone, she realized she could no longer write. She stared at her page filled with strange lines and signs and scratches of a pen, and realized she could never again turn what used to […]
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G.E. Thorn commented on the post, blindness 8 months, 1 week ago
The blindness of this world,
Oh! How it taunts me,
Oh why must the people of this world be blinded by the light of lies,
Rather than see in the darkness of truth?
Why must things be this way?
I may never […] -
G.E. Thorn posted an update 8 months, 1 week ago
Hey look! A place for me to post poetry and stories and such! Please check me out and give me some constructive criticism! http://www.wattpad.com/user/GeThorn
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