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[ghost-here]

No one

Don't expect anyone to come.

Last night, no one came

Absolutely no one

No one.

Don't think that anyone will come to save you

[berlogauwu]

unrequited love

[thecollectibles]

Art by Tiago Calliari

[luna-azzurra]

If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.

[an0neemouse]

Hey writers. I hate to break it to you, but sometimes the thing holding you back from writing isn't some profound piece of advice you have yet to hear. Sometimes the thing holding you back is you. Give yourself freedom to rest when you need it, but if you want to be a writer, you have to write. That means getting rid of the distractions, letting yourself get a little bored, and doing the actual writing.

There is a certain level of discipline required. I'm not saying the goal yourself 500 words a day, but I'm saying that if you want to write, you have to write, and you have to make an effort to write. You may have to carve out time to write and then be disciplined about using that time for writing.

[ghost-here]

Nothing hurts more than waiting...

With hands full of blood

Joined in prayer,

With knees bruised

And thighs red,

You pray to the one above

And you pray...

And you beg,

And you cry,

And you scream,

With all you can... you scream,

Until your vocal cords break

And there's nothing left of them

And your last words are screams soaked in pain

Drenched in all the pain,

And all the thoughts

That the one above, once again

Didn't listen to you,

And never will

Because why would He, lisen to a sinner like us?

Why would He listen to a sinner like you?

There will never be anything waiting for us on the other side,

As we wait for Him here

And that's why..

Nothing hurts more than waiting...

.

[fernicenty]

do not be afraid, in light there is kindness ✨

[mentalabrasion-blog]

He always sat outside

his apartment building

During thunderstorms.

He'd smoke cigarettes, sip a beer

And marvel at every lightning flash

While the rain came down in

Unrelenting sheets.

[lunamonchtuna]

to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.

[paper-wounds]

[ghost-here]

Disappear

I wish I could leave,

And say goodbye.

To leave everything behind,

To disappear where I can't be found.

Because at the end,

The only dream I ever had

Was to disappear from people's sight,

And disappear from their minds,

Their thoughts,

Their lies,

And especially

Their lifes.

I can't wait for the day when I disappear from myself.

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[elias-thorne]

we should, the lot of us, aspire more to be people with kind hearts and good intentions.

not the loudest.

not the cleverest.

not the most right.

just.. kind. on purpose.

even when no one’s watching.

especially then.

[ghost-here]

Sins

TW: Blood, Gore?

You could feel them.

All your angels.

You could feel their holy aura.

They stood at a distance, watching you,

Slowly approaching.

Wanting to feel your warm skin.

Wanting to feel your warm blood.

And your organs just as warm.

With their hands, they touch you,

All at once.

They touch you and tear your flesh from you,

With their long, blood-stained nails.

They pull and tear,

Without a shred of mercy.

They pull and tear all the flesh from you

Until all that's left is your muscles.

You fall to your knees,

And pray.

You pray to the one above,

To forgive your sins.

Or at least to spare your suffering,

Because the punishment given by Him,

To put His own protectors

To devour you,

To wash away all your sins,

It seemed far too cruel even for Him.

Them, your angels continued to tear you apart.

Taking away your humanity bit by bit,

Along with your sins.

Because at that moment, in their eyes,

You were just a disgusting human being, a dirty sinner,

And disgusting, full of unclean sins.

Even the demons had more pity for you, Because in a way

You were just like them.

Hated by God, cast away so He wouldn't see you.

So He wouldn't remember the mistakes He created.

Your protectors, continue to destroy you

Along with your sins.

At the same time as you prayed,

They tore your muscles apart, and opened your chest.

Leaving a metallic smell in the air

From all the blood that dripped onto the floor

And onto their hands, robes and holy wings,

Throwing all your guts on the floor

Piece by piece, destroying you.

They ripped your heart out of your chest.

They ripped your lungs to pieces.

They tore your stomach.

They ripped your eyes out of their sockets,

And slowly pulled out your brain,

After cracking your skull with their bare hands

And began to dissect it piece by piece.

In a brutal, but gentel way

They pulled out pieces of it,

Laughing lustfully at all your thoughts

And judging them like no one else,

For all your mistakes,

All your sins,

And all your wrong thoughts,

Because they were obviously wrong...

If they weren't, then why were you punished?

If they weren't, then why were you there?

You felt your soul drain out of you.

It drained out with your blood

As it drains out onto the floor from your pile of flesh.

Because what was left of it couldn't be called a body anymore.

But now, finally,

There was silence.

No more brutal and grotesque sounds of flesh torn and torn into a thousand pieces.

Now there was only the silence after.

A mixture of flesh

Crushed and mixed entrails

One into another,

Without soul and without thoughts.

Now, you were a pure man.

Finally, you were no longer disgusting

You were a saint.

Because God, in creating humans, did not realize what a mistake He had made.

He did not realize that the sins in humans made them humans.

And that humanity itself had tens of thousands of sins.

Or maybe that's what He wanted from the beginning, to find a scapegoat for His mistakes.

Your protectors, began to leave, to the next sinner, to wash away his sins

And the eyes of the Lord's judge were on the next unbeliever.

Your soul, fell into the arms of the devils.

Compared to what they were going to do to you,

It was a thousand times milder than what you just went through.

And now, your body...

It would sit there and rot

Until it was gone and no trace of you would remain.

It would be a piece of holy flesh.

Finally.

With ease in your soul, you can say that you are holy.

The holy child of God.

Was it worth putting your humanity aside for this?

Either way, it doesn't matter now,

Now you are holy.

[prophetic-writer]

“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

[ghost-here]

First post,

my introduction

Hello everyone.

I'm glad to be here. I created this account to share with everyone what I create, craft and try to bring to life. I don't expect anyone to see what I do, but just the thought that maybe I could inspire someone else to continue to create makes me want to do it. Another reason I decided to share my writings is because I've always wanted to do this and I've been too afraid to do it, until now.

Now a little about me...

I am a normal person who tries to channel negative emotions into something else. Most of my writing will most likely be dark and negatively themed because I feel like that's the best way I can express myself.

I can't wait to see what I can find here and to read or see other people's art