#mestories

[gsilverveilb]

• 🌵🤳🌵 • It is in our very nature to spectacularly defy the odds.. the desert works constantly to forbid it and still the cactus blooms • 🌵🤳🌵 • Hello there little bud hiding in the thorns 💋 #cactus #cactaceae #succulent #hangon #desertflower #survivor #itsyesterday #greenwindow #Dohadiaries #MEstories #expatlife #nursedayoff #pointandshoot #ShotFromTheGalaxy

[chiefkefek]

Pendulum

A whisper, in the dark and quiet of solitary thought, told me that I ought not to fret about losing everything, because I've already lost it all. What is that seething whisperer, what-- or who? Where, is a good question too. Even in the most convincing loneliness, a stranger's voice tries to remind me, that I am a broken cosmic record Scratching and yodelling, believing but never seeing, blind and deaf, a wobble growing, threatening to destabilise but never quite getting there. If I'm quiet enough, inside me I hear, a scream of a thousand deaths, a weep of a million tears, a penetrating pain, growing unbearably loud. I ask myself, what is that shrieking crier? what-- or who? Where is a good question too.

[musica009]

Oh pls.. Before me also consider you as a friend, don't run into inclusions.. Just by speaking or replying to you once doesn't means am a friend.. There is another word for that Being polite

[chiefkefek]

Side Chick Soliloquy

Chances

Changes

Time and beginning.

The memories are only enough until the edges proceed to jut out into reality.

You make me miss something

I don't think I ever had I--

miss us?

Where else to put

the fallen pieces

the pringles crushed into the carpet

I’m trying to pick pieces up one by one

but they just shatter into a thousand more can

somebody get

THE FUCKING VACUUM! 

I cannot stand the traces of this mess.

My attempt to cope is all over the floor and I’m left to pine

‘I still want you...’,

the words you said are ringing in my ears

like 

when you’re waiting to see if

you’ll hear a comforting voice or

the pang of an all-too-familiar voicemail--

I imitate the greeting message and hang up.

I am bitter.

I am resentful.

You know that...

I never wanted to wait for you.

I wanted us to fall

like an accident--

where did the gravity go?

Isn't that how this is supposed to work?

But

how could I ever scorn

the love of a mother,

the growth of a child,

the heart of a man who got tangled in me.

Oh, how easy it is to enjoy the quicksand,

the relentless intertwine,

like christmas lights I dragged out of the garage I

don’t know who didn’t fucking think

that someone would have to deal with this

but then

I remember that packing down the tree was my job last year 

and

I see your family Christmas photos

of love blossomed into creation 

and 

I’m stuck here--

pouring milk and baking cookies for a man

who will never come.

Fate had other plans here...

they are so beautiful.

She is so beautiful 

and

I don’t dream at night anymore. 

[ayeishteeruu]

In all my stories I think of, the villain is always this girl who is 5"4 with long black hair between the ages 18-22 and is pretty and wears cute clothes and she doesn't have a sappy sad backstory. Her background is that she has a Chinese mom who is a nurse and a Japanese father who is a laywer and they are both really good parents who love their daughters dearly and the character has an older sister who is extremely supportive of her. The villain just doesn't feel anything for her family and just takes down anyone who will bring her down. She's talented and genius and she's always many steps ahead from the protagonists. And she's just freaking so cool bruh and her aim is to be a God among people but she loves the thrill of someone strong enough to beat her. 

[chiefkefek]

Controlled Experiment.

When I met you

I stopped writing.

Didn't think we would

begin fighting

for a while, but,

little did I know

it would become a part of the toxicity

of our duplicity

nature's chemistry

for which I had purposely hidden the anti-venom

years ago,

a hopeful girl who thought

'when he loves me 

I won't need this

I won't need this,

I won't need to

control my experiment',

like a dope fiend with a bent needle

and a blue-light to remind her

who she is

the sick sad feeling of still being able

to guide your demon

in the very light destined to save you, I wonder if she

realises

only she can save herself

only she can kill herself

but

as is the case with addiction

what matters is the

BANG

they want to feel the

BANG

who needs

lab coats, who needs

control

with eyes widened everyone waits for the

BANG

They say

it has always started that way...

even from moment one.

And now I am sitting here and I think I can feel

my soul

foaming at the mouth and

the light is stained a bright,

confusing,

infuriating blue like

the distorted mimic of a calm sky before the storm

and I think

when the fuck did I 

why the fuck did I

how the fuck do I

love again.

[chiefkefek]

COME DON'T GO

I want someone to watch me

touch

myself

when I'm alone--

without me knowing that they're there.

I want them to watch what I become.

I want to know if they feel it too.

[chiefkefek]

I've always had an ardent fascination with Charles Manson. I feel as though I must've watched almost every TV movie, every interview, every documentary on the man. A truly magnificent sociopath. The ability to influence, control, and deceive not on a physical level but rather a puppeteer of the mind and emotions. True and unadulterated manipulation-- real fucking control, if you ask me. We live in a world that places a lot of importance on violence and physical strength as a means of obtaining considerable power-- when if you really examine our history you'll find that chaos in the physical realm has always come as a result of a prolific sociopath. Weaving a web of lies, toying with emotional energy, creating an impeccable facade of conviction, passion, human traits that are often associated with heroes and saints. Sociopaths understand how the devil, a mere angel, managed to create an institution that proves a genuine challenge even to his own creator.

They understand the importance of polarity. They understand that to give power to evil you must become incredibly talented at imitating benevolence. Like an artist presenting a piece of trash to a crowd you must truly CONVINCE your audience that everything they have ever known that would suggest this masterpiece is a piece of shit is eradicated-- that the artist defies, changes, transforms. You must tempt out the little sociopath that exists in everyone. The deceiver. The manipulator. The remorseless.

The antichrist will be the ultimate sociopath-- he will make the sane seem crazy and the crazy seem sane, like in his body he holds the magnetic force to shift the poles and consequently human consciousness with just a sentence. We shouldn't be so afraid to learn from sociopaths-- every moment in our past that we look upon and think "how on earth could we have ever done that?" has just been the work of a cunning sociopath. Control the mind and your thoughts become blueprints.