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Notes on DreamingI've been lying to myself, denying both fact and fiction, pretending it's ok that I don't exist. The dreams can't seem to make room for reality.Notes on Dreaming
If you wish away your life, is it still living? How does one live, I wonder, doubting that I've ever tried it.
I can imagine myself Anywhere I need to be, Anything I need to have, Anyone I need to know. Imagination has its' limitations, boundaries.
My reality is so weak, but I am getting desperate.
I realize now, what I did not before. As hard as I try, I can not imagine a
by ~xxnightmarishxx
GoodbyesAn endless series of repeating moments, allowing me little space for sleep They keep me pacing, always searching for reason and purposeGoodbyes
You never understood, though, truth be told, I was never much for explaining
Love is such a candid thing! It haunts us in our dreams, daring us each new morning to open our eyes
We are as a series of fools, walking aimlessly in constant search of grace
Strangest thing, I broke a vase today I put it all back together, but for one small piece, which is seems is gone forever.
by ~xxnightmarishxx
.Empty.A spot in the atmosphere A void on the cloth I've crashed into myself I'm overwhemed and drowning A need to control has taken me.Empty.
starved for anything remotely pleasing
An insatiable lust to destroy has captivated my motives Led me into burning waters treading through anothers tears
Reborn and blind heedless of my own demise
I move in to consume.
by ~xxnightmarishxx
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God Is DeadGod's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.God Is Dead
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread
by ~deviantkupo
dont have a title - title.We’re holding on so tight that our fingertips are numb but we’re not holding tightly at all if we can let all this slip away we just watch it all slip away and we say we care about each other yet we can’t make things right we can’t give into another fight because every time our hearts break we cry together and say we’ll make things better but they don’t get better things aren’t ever going to be better and time doesn’t heal all wounds we’re broken and scarreddont have a title - title.
and these scars aren’t ever to fade away completely there will always be reminders of th
by ~gracefully-insane
The Spider-ManThe Spider-ManThe Spider-Man
Dangling upon the pinnacle of midnight When the shadows smile and crouch, I lay silent beneath my blanket Shuddering, quiet, and slouched.
Why would I be so silent, you ask? Why would I hide my face From the dismal, ashen moonbeams That skeletal fingers of shadow trace?
Because I know in the dark right now Something sinister and grinning waits For me to drift off to innocent sleep And condemn myself to a horrible fate.
Shivering but soundless, I don’t know If I really, clearly can Explain to you the macabre gaze
by ~Tatsell
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- Current Residence: a great box of sorts
- Interests: music, writing, body art, etc
- Favourite movie: The Little Mermaid
- Favourite band or musician: I'm currently obsessed with Uffie
- Favourite genre of music: whatever sounds good
- Favourite artist: Noel Fielding
- Favourite poet or writer: Dr Suess and T.S. Eliot
- Favourite photographer: I have several
- Favourite style of art: many different mediums please me
- Shell of choice: ooh, can i have a turtle shell?
- Skin of choice: who besides cannibals, chooses their skin?
- Favourite game: let's play hangman
- Favourite cartoon character: Gir.
- Email: xxnightmarishxx@hotmail.com
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We will get you goggles! And you will be pleased.
I've started that poem now, I has coughing fits and can't sleep. :/
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