Obelisk

Just here to bleed

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Thank you. To no one in particular,

You gave me everything and I’ll always owe you as much,

With as many regrets to match my debt,

I know you’ll never be here to hear nor to collect,

To the trampled left in my wake, i can offer none but two things,

the pleasure that may come with knowing that in my awakening I have brought deep sorrow upon myself,

and,

the sincerity formed by the former revelation

My heart still beats feintly for none in particular and will forever bleed for the ones I’ve come to know as the unfortunate.

As a new moon looms, the haunted howls of my soul pierce the unfamiliar silence in my mind.

Tonight, we mourn the death of my shadow

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I just hope I was able to show you the world in a different light,

even if it was for only a sliver of a moment.

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Everything

From the electricity that runs through your veins,

charged by the voice of the one whose palm your heart rests atop.

To the numbing coldness that spreads through your body,

delivered by one whose very existence plagues your mind.

It’s all the same.

A name, the bullet

A voice, the trigger.

What’s in a name?

Everything.

- @obeliskposts

[athizria]

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Moonlit Mornings

Last night I felt worse than usual, still I put on the show for my audience against the backdrop of the bright sky. It’s easier this way, I’ve come to learn.

Until the sun goes down and it’s finally morning, and the mask comes off and I can be me. I can fall apart in the solace my precious silence offers, free from the empty questions and the curiosity in care’s clothing. Free to lose myself in an author’s world. Alone in my own time, I can lay broken and bare faced.

When the sun starts to peak in the early evening, I take my rest and later awaken to the blinding night sky.

I’ll don my mask and they’ll never notice.

- @obeliskposts ~ inverted days

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Are my sleepless nights the result of my thoughts of you, or are my thoughts of you the cause of my sleepless nights...

I wonder.

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Untitled...

I’ve been off on some careless drifting, high flying and hard crashing. No search for attention, no void to be filled. Nothing spectacular of the sort.

I’ve been gone a while, set out on a journey of self discovery like an excerpt from a tragic romance novel on a dreamer’s shelf.

And I’ve returned, a mind once restrained, walled off and locked behind doors is loose. Set free to romp once again.

A new canvas to cover. Glass walls to break.

A new mask for the truest fake.

- @obeliskposts

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The Cure

Her voice, Like radiance in a world of grey or the innocence of secrets untold. She sounded like my best days never will. A pathway to liberating ones thoughts in a world of oppression. She was the cure for depression - @obeliskposts

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The white lies drifted across the obsidian like surface of my mind, dotting my dull gray canvas. The words that poured from the nothingness, endless like the stars in the inky abyss, all felt like the universe at my fingertips

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[theolivebird]

Writing

Writing is shedding one’s skin, for expression must spawn from personality; here between the lines we are all found out - our subconscious, our truths - even if some of us are better at hiding.

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THOUGHTS

I can’t seem to put my mind to rest until every thought is poured out of my fingertips, I can’t seem to speak them because I can never say it all. Truth is, my writing speaks louder than my voice ever could. I tend to give myself over to the words I write, so much that it eases my tortured mind. It’s a vicious world this mind of mine. These thoughts are my captors, the words, my rescuers. I’ve learned to see the beauty in this mental forest fire that never quells, until transferred. Set free to forever burn in itself. But will my mind come to rest while I watch these thoughts burn? This is how we’ll find out…

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Do you?

Do you ever drift off into the wrong world? A world where everything you'd hoped for, fell apart right in front of you? Do you then snap out of it, and inwardly freak out at the nearest signs of your thoughts becoming more than just thoughts? Because I do... All the time - @obeliskposts

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We all want to be known, loved and accepted for who we are, yet we spend years creating perfect masks just so we can fit into the world around us. The worst part about it is, sometimes it’s necessary.

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[wnq-writers]

I used to live inside my own head and explore my mind.
I travelled to the deepest depths of my memory, traversed uncharted topics, built perfect worlds, created futures, changed destinies, soared to new heights. 
Until I was ripped out of it all and back into an incomplete reality. The difference between then and now? Once I put it all into words, it becomes more than just living inside my own head. Now, I paint my worlds in black and white

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"Reality"

I remember when we were kids and they told us to treat people how we wanted to be treated . They never told me that the world is an awful and unfair place. They never told me that people won’t always treat you the same way you treat them. I had to learn these things for myself. One painful lesson after the other. I kept handing out chances because I wanted to believe in people. In return I received nothing but reasons to be filled with hate.

And they wonder why I turned out this way, what went wrong and how I turned out so broken.

At some point I said fuck it. And I embraced the darkness, let it turn off my emotions. I watched from behind my shoulder, watching as I isolated myself, putting up walls and wearing masks. I perfected my persona and let myself slip away.

Until I met her…

And she ruined everything in the best way possible.

- @obeliskposts

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