So I Guess I Wasn't Alone. by LifeeIsButADream, literature
Literature
So I Guess I Wasn't Alone.
There was a time not too long ago when I was always in the scary room. It was the time when I was sick and more depressed than ever. I don't know what it is about that room, but whenever I'm sick or weak or anything out of the ordinary, I'm just drawn to it. (I was also in that room the night before I had the encounter with the lady from the hospital if I remember correctly.)
So at this time when I was depressed as fuck, I never left that room. I woke up with cuts I didn't remember making almost everyday. Of course I was cutting a lot at that time anyway, so I didn't really think about it.
Whenever I was in that room I was always extremely
the one that followed me home. by LifeeIsButADream, literature
Literature
the one that followed me home.
About a year and a half ago, I started having a lot of medical problems. Seizures, memory loss, shaking, twitching, etc. (I have almost no memory of this time, so the fact this really sticks out in my mind is weird.) When I had really bad nystagmus, my mom decided to take me to the hospital to see if it was something serious.
When I got there the doctors started running a ton of tests on me to see if my brain was okay. When they decided to keep me overnight for observation, I was terrified.
When I got to my room, I was extremely hesitant to get into the bed. I kept telling my mom that I had a bad feeling about it, what if someone died ther
I'mConvincedThatWeDon'tMakeSense. by LifeeIsButADream, literature
Literature
I'mConvincedThatWeDon'tMakeSense.
This house has always felt strange, like there's always a presence unseen. On one hand, you could say I've always been one to create atrocious things to freak people out and end up believing them myself. But on the other hand, I wasn't the only one to feel the presence. My mother and sisters all sensed it; it was even my mother who brought it up one evening over dinner.
"Has anyone else felt weird in the back room?"
At the time, I was in the midst of moving into the room she was talking about. One of my sisters had just moved out (well, ran away, really) and I was taking her room since I had outgrown mine. Anyway, my other sister had f
remember the night, we snuck out below the moon and danced amongst the galaxies.
and the city lights flickered out far below us as we got carried away
by the way my hand fit perfectly into yours
and the way our breath was always in sync.
and we were sure it was meant to be.
"and when we fall we'll burn like stars," you said.
"beautiful, as you always look."
something i'd never understand.
but we fell into nothing, we fell
void of compassion and too much lonliness
and we didn't know where to go
for we could no longer see the way that
the colours in the wind wanted us to go.
and our souls died in vain, when the sun
led us astr
So I Guess I Wasn't Alone. by LifeeIsButADream, literature
Literature
So I Guess I Wasn't Alone.
There was a time not too long ago when I was always in the scary room. It was the time when I was sick and more depressed than ever. I don't know what it is about that room, but whenever I'm sick or weak or anything out of the ordinary, I'm just drawn to it. (I was also in that room the night before I had the encounter with the lady from the hospital if I remember correctly.)
So at this time when I was depressed as fuck, I never left that room. I woke up with cuts I didn't remember making almost everyday. Of course I was cutting a lot at that time anyway, so I didn't really think about it.
Whenever I was in that room I was always extremely
the one that followed me home. by LifeeIsButADream, literature
Literature
the one that followed me home.
About a year and a half ago, I started having a lot of medical problems. Seizures, memory loss, shaking, twitching, etc. (I have almost no memory of this time, so the fact this really sticks out in my mind is weird.) When I had really bad nystagmus, my mom decided to take me to the hospital to see if it was something serious.
When I got there the doctors started running a ton of tests on me to see if my brain was okay. When they decided to keep me overnight for observation, I was terrified.
When I got to my room, I was extremely hesitant to get into the bed. I kept telling my mom that I had a bad feeling about it, what if someone died ther
I'mConvincedThatWeDon'tMakeSense. by LifeeIsButADream, literature
Literature
I'mConvincedThatWeDon'tMakeSense.
This house has always felt strange, like there's always a presence unseen. On one hand, you could say I've always been one to create atrocious things to freak people out and end up believing them myself. But on the other hand, I wasn't the only one to feel the presence. My mother and sisters all sensed it; it was even my mother who brought it up one evening over dinner.
"Has anyone else felt weird in the back room?"
At the time, I was in the midst of moving into the room she was talking about. One of my sisters had just moved out (well, ran away, really) and I was taking her room since I had outgrown mine. Anyway, my other sister had f
remember the night, we snuck out below the moon and danced amongst the galaxies.
and the city lights flickered out far below us as we got carried away
by the way my hand fit perfectly into yours
and the way our breath was always in sync.
and we were sure it was meant to be.
"and when we fall we'll burn like stars," you said.
"beautiful, as you always look."
something i'd never understand.
but we fell into nothing, we fell
void of compassion and too much lonliness
and we didn't know where to go
for we could no longer see the way that
the colours in the wind wanted us to go.
and our souls died in vain, when the sun
led us astr
where are all your nickels now? by crashcoursewomb, literature
Literature
where are all your nickels now?
the only reason you want to go to paris is because you always wanted a greyscale picture of the eiffel tower, in halfhearted lighting on a cloudy day when there's every chance of rain.
you only tried ecstasy because you wanted to see why she smiled like the world was absolutely perfect
and when she stumbled to the floor and said it wasn't the alcohol, that she just thought the wooden floor would compliment her dress, that she better lie down. you thought she was an angel.
your dad thought i was polite because i took my shoes off before i fucked you.
he thought it was nice how i always said good morning and good night.
he drove me home for the last time,
that time you asked me to come back and i did
i got on my tippytoes and i kissed you and said i always do.
you smiled.
because i always did.
-
he's going to be a beautiful young boy, and i know you'll be the most amazing father.
and it has completely broken my heart and shattered my whole world.
and every stereotypical, cliched cliche.
but god, i really can't
can't wish you anything but the best.
you stopped my whole world, you shook my mind,
you tiptoe to the tip of the brink of the breath of these words
you whisper kisses you
'
stop breathing,
just come a little closer
your broken fragmented incomplete sentences
are so bittersweet and fog up the windows of your car
its cold come closer,
it is so cold, i curl up on your lap under the plastic of the steering wheel
and the loud loud echoey noises of a distant siren
it hurts
sliding my hands under your shirt to the heat of your skin
and i
and i
and
i
i feel the split of the concrete between us and let my eyes close
I was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart o
she wasn't like the other girls. her hands were rough. and her hair was dirty.her skin too. she wasn't like the other girls round here. she swore and spat.
she could toke her way through a pack and not crave a single nail the next day.
she could eat twice her weight and still run her hands down an empty stomach.
she wasn't like the other girls here, she'd fuck and fight.
she was like a violent bird that had lost its flight.
she was just waiting to combust into flames before their eyes.
she kicked up the dusty earth before she kicked him in the gut.
she looked him right in the eyes and he felt his skin burn.
she treaded no man lightl
The ague lady and the knave by LeapingRapture, literature
Literature
The ague lady and the knave
There was a lady in bed. She was ague the doctor has told her as he took a smatch of breath. He left the ague lady in a bie as she started to fall asleep. The lady woke up betimes from her horrible coughs that seem to make her shake. A couple hours later, the children came home and greeted their dearly old knave. She has taken care of them since they were babies. The knave, Alexandre, and Annabelle were quite fond.
"Mother whence are you?" Alexandre and Annabelle question.
"Up hen
Fever, fever, why do you burn his eyes?
Come last days of camp, though much as he tries
His glum drops of salt are like fire, he cries
Unable to sleep, on his bedside he lies
Fingers still twitching, warm to the bone
An uncomfortable feeling, he sat alone
He thought, Is it like this? A sun over stone
Then touches his forehead, in dull pain one moan
Cough! Cough! Hyechh! Throat yells out in fury
I'll get you water, he thought, I'm so sorry
But throat's a mean meanie, telling him a story
Then once he's gulped down, still cough, cough
Sits in front of him, a cup of warm something
Taste it? Nonsense, it tastes so disgusting!
Should
I got to stop suffering from you.
You mean nothing to me.
I'm only playing you now, honey.
It's called acting, my dear.
I know how to play with your mind.
You won't even consider questioning me.
Take your own pill.
It must hurt going down your throat.
I'm turning the tables, love.
You no longer run this show.
I'm the ring-leader.
You're a pathetic clown.
Now it is time for this act to end.
I'm leaving you in the dark, babe.
Have fun finding your way out.
i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up.
It's been a long time since I felt like this.
It's all small kicks of my heartbeat
and subtle smiles when no one's looking.
I'm checking my phone messages
more times than any girl should,
but you're not letting me down.
You remind me of a time when things were easy
before I memorized what sadness felt like
and stopped feeling alive.
And for the first time, I don't feel broken
in a way that can't be fixed.
I don't feel like I was built in a way
that doesn't fit.
Helloo therrrre. The name's Jessica. I am 16 years of age. I like serial killers and my favourite colour is pink; hot pink, not gross pink. My best friend's name is Sarah and I love her to death!(: I am a LaVeyan Satanist. No I don't worship the devil. I believe in pleasure. Don't judge me, and I won't judge you. I've had a bad past but I'm looking forward to the future. Anything else you wanna know, don't be afraid to ask.<3
Favourite TV Shows
Ghost Adventuresss!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Carnifex, My Chem, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, Suicide Silence, Whitechapel, mannnnnnny more.
I'm putting a story up later; well not really a story story cause it's actually something that happened. But first I'm going to watch tv with moma in the dark downstairs because migraines.