YOU ARE THE REASON
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@writer-drabbles
Stretches before sleep
joints snap, like withers snags of twigs easily caught in a grip from a work-filled day sensation rushes, and rises up relaxation seizes it's time soft movements among gentle grace kindly set to rest in the right place
You cannot put yourself down so low
As your heart breaks out and your emotion stops it's flow
You cannot say you are nothing, for I'll tell you so,
You are much more than you know.
People spend hours, in dark nights
crying all over a wishful sight; of you standing there with
your head held high
breaking all the chains that dare tie.
People shed tears
of love and sorrow
so much for you because they want you to know
how much they actually care
and would hate to see you go.
Tears of joy when you smile
and tears of hope when they see you walking away from
an unstained tile.
They do not mean harm from their tears, they are just so overwhelmed
They cannot express themselves in any other way, so they are left
to sing out their silent tears
You do so much, and they try to give back, and sometimes you don't
see that. But that is okay, you are only learning. Nothing is hurt in
learning and then knowing.
You are so much more, than what you think will ever be,
and that's why I hope you never see the tears from me.
-Ildiko
One or the Other
A world of peace?
Or a world of happiness?
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Happiness seems to be the core of what a lot of people wish to have. Some are happy. Some aren't Remember, happiness is a choice. That doesn't necessary mean peace.
Yet
Peace is calming and trusting, knowing that there are no unwanted threats. But that doesn't mean there is happiness. There could be peace and still people would be unhappy.
I'm not sure. The question just thought itself up, I suppose.
Frightened
I just saw a human's beating heart.
Open and raw, as if it were reaching out.
Fighting for breath that it doesn't need, only to choke on
the blood it bleeds.
Churning Stomach
There are many differences between love and hate, anger and sadness, turmoil and pride. But the one thing that's the same is that they all break you on the inside. Mess you up completely. Turn your organs into mush, and make your bones falter with just a little push. Make your mind a living hell, with words in tones as casting spells.
Body
I have spots and I have marks Splattered with indifferent patterns
I have scratches and lightly spelled words Written all over me
There are spikes and bruises spread Wounded flesh with a cursed head
And here are the happy tones, Calming music with blood that Death shed.
YouTube is a Void of nonsense and time that I cannot understand.
Left
It is VERY early..can't even think right.
Read this somewhere
The voices might not be real, but they have some good ideas.
Greyscale
In the boulevard
Something isn't right
My thoughts are moving faster
Than static on T.V
"They know me by"...
I'm known for my love of hugs. I give everyone a hug; I don't really ask you if you're okay with that. If you aren't a hugger, I usually find that out after I hug you, and then I apologize about a thousand times for intruding your personal space. [Because I make no sense what so ever.] I am then careful when approaching you afterwards. I don't want you to recoil as soon as I try to embrace you with a welcoming hug. AS FOR THOSE who like hugs just as much as me; you are going to be disappointed because I've noticed that I'm loosing my sense to hug people. I just don't hug as many people so thats terrible. For the good? For the bad? I don't know. Oh well.
Day After Gift
I'd sing you a tune But I only know sour notes Over the gloom Hey it's different Sky blue Over the rainbow It's you The one I wish for I'd sing you a tune But I only know sour notes
Relaxing13
Nothing like listening to metal music and eating strawberries
Yamahey
A Sunday morning
Happy nightmare
The dull, fuzzy sound of aftershock overloaded my ears. The ringing from high sound frequencies soon blocked my hearing from the surroundings entirely. I could only faintly hear my troubled breathing. I have to calm down. Calm down, calm down! I’m in shock, calm down.. I tried soothing my mind to sanity. felt almost numb from the explosion’s impact. The ground, I was lying on the ground..I might not have ran fast enough to get away. So I’d have to take it easy, if I wanted to get up. Unsure and sore, I tried to focus my sense of touch on figuring out my position. I was lying on my side; probably sprawled out on the rough pavement, twisted in broken bones. Arms, nothing broken. Legs, nothing broken. Shoulders, maybe a shattered piece here and there. Spineーthere was a sharp spike of pain.. I became fully aware of every functioning part of my body; felt every pulse of a heart beat, and felt every staggering intake of breath. My back had been ripped open. Warm, oozing blood spilled from my upper back down to the lower end of my rib cage onto the ground. Every muscle near my mortally injured spine tensed, and I dared not to move. Quite impossible given the circumstances of breathing motion. As the shock started to slowly disappear, my mind started to register additional pain. Breathing became a difficult choice to commit to, as with each inhale and exhale, I could feel the muscles tearing. Layers of flesh hanging loosely from my body, their weight pulling on ripped skin.
"I love you"
If I gave you my love, would you give me yours If I gave you a kiss, would you return it? If I held your hand, would you hold mine? If I said hello, would you say so too? If I were to look at you, would you gaze back at me? If I walked past you, would you run by me? Because when I walked past, you could have not bothered And when I saw you, you didn't have to look back And when I said hello, you could have stayed silent And when I held your hand, you could have pulled away And when I kissed you, you didn't have to return it And when I gave my love, why did you give me yours?
Gore rant
Their hands kept feeling all over, as silent ghost-like touches Their fingers poking at skin, begging to rip open The walls were thick in silence, for the world was deaf to my screams And then those hands wandered through me, upon hearing a chuckled grin Greedily feeling bones, as their hands searched for my soul They felt my heart and gave a tug, only leaving a tearing hole.