InsanityThe sky is purpleThe sea is redMy dog is a dragonMy brother a demonA creature perchesOn my shoulderAnd whispersEvil deedsHe tells me to dump the oilAnd light the matchCut the ropeAnd watch the chandelier dropBlood seeps from the wallsScreams echo in the darkThe moon calls to meIn a sweet lullabyOf insanity
feyThe wind whispers to mein hushed tonesThe trees rustleand tell me their talesThe sunlight fills mewith warmth and wonderThe shadows reach for mecraving lust and destructionThe sea sharesits sorrows with meThis is who i am, feyMy world, that of Faerie
Faeriethe windin my haircool waterlapping againstmy bare feetthe warmthof the suncaressing my skinthis is my worldthe world ofFaeriewill you come awaywith me?will you be myother half?balance my worldbe the calm againstthe stormthe moonlighti revel inthe fire thatkeeps the dark at baymy love,come with meto Faerie
Mine?I ask forForeverAnd You sayYou willAlwaysBe thereButThe distanceScares meThe timeUnravels meWhen we areTogether againWill you stillBe mine?
My WorldWhen I'm with youEverything fades awayYou make me feel aliveI want you all the timeWhen you're goneI feel emptyColdLostDeadBut, when I'm with youThe world comes aliveThe colors are brighterThe sounds clearerThe tastes sweeterYou are my strengthMy stability, my everythingYou are my world
melt downmy lifetornmy heartshatteredmy head isa mess ofconfusioni don't knowwhat to docan you tell mewhat to doim in themiddle ofa mentalbreak downoh yesim havinga melt down
RELIEFThe biteof thebladeThe stingof thepainThe flowof thebloodreliefsosweet
Hopedarkso darki runand irunwhere isthe lightthe wallsare closing inhopelessand alonein thedarka smilein thenighta warmthin thecoldyour handheld outto memyshininghope
ESCAPElostin amaze ofinsanityrunningthroughempty roomsand burningforestssearchingalwayssearchingfor anescape
A Sky Full of WordsA million different worldsIn black printFor my mind to sprintRight into;A million escape doorsFor me toGo through.Perhaps I'll fall down a rabbit hole,Or glide through Gion;Smoke some metaphors,Or wonder where She has gone.I might ride on a dragon,Or explore the thoughts of a dying man;Maybe I'll meet Mr Darcy,Or fly with Peter Pan.I could have a chat with Morrie,Or wander through Mansfield Park;I could fight vampires,Or make a revolution spark.I might rock out with LestatOr philosophise with Louis;Or maybe I'll go green,Or hang out with Harry.Sometimes I feel lost,Or alone,And that's okay;Stories of a million livesRemind me thatI will be just a storyOne day.
.i trusted you with my porcelain collarbonesand you laid the shards you shatteredacross the freezing floor,in an attempt to put me back together.but you know, you know,that masking the once-beautiful parts of mewith rushed and careless tapingwon't make me any less broken.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."Please, fucking, SPARE ME!Because when I look in this mirror, I know.When I see myself looking back at me, I know.Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.I was the problem.I was the instigator.I was the perpetrator.And when I had broken every last bit of her,I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
Taste meTaste meLick the poison of my skinDon't try to compensateI won't let you winDrown in meI taste like the oceanI'll corrupt you with wavesI'll set you into motionDon't you love me?I don'tDon't you need me?I know I don'tDon't you want me?You're stupid if soWreckage of my lifePerfect set for yours to startTaste meI taste like wineRich and oldand so goddamn fineI'll penetrate your veinsand shatter your mindTaste meNo reason whyI'd give myself to youBut then again, why would I?
How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide1. Don't be anything but white. When you're black, people will hate you,because you look ghetto, and uneducated. But when you're white, people will hate you,because you look racist, and stuck up, and unapproachable. And when you're anything in between, people will hate you,because you're different, but not different enough, and there's no one to stand up for you.So actually, don't have skin.2. Let other people decide who you spend the rest of your life with. When you're gay, people will hate you,because it's unnatural. You should have control over your mindset, and so should total strangers. When you're transgender, people will hate you,because you challenge their religion and deities don't make mistakes, so obviously you did.Do I even have to explain this? It obviously shouldn't be your own decision who you fall in love with.Your emotional compatibility and well being doesn't matter at all.You'd clearly ge
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.A letter to that girlWho scrolls through tumblr.Admiring all of those models.With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.And a waist that you can barely see.You're beautifulA letter to the girlWho looks at models,For their curves.The way their hips go outwardsAnd their size D cup breasts.You're beautiful.Please don't look in the mirror,And hate the girl you see.That girl is youAnd she should be loved unconditionally.Because you deserve love.And how much love is not determined on your waist size,Whether you're chubby or skinnyYou're still so very pretty.You're so perfect.So for every time you look in that mirror.And tell yourself you aren't worth it.That you're arms are too big,Your hips aren't big enough.Stop.Tell yourself.I am a woman.A lady.I am strong.I have a body like a castle.A kingdom made just for me.And I will not destroy that castle,By trying to starve myself.By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
You Can't Compare PainAny pain is valid.Some pain might be stronger than others,And might be there for more tragic reasons.But don't tell someone to be tougher.Because someone else has it rougher than them.The person you're saying that toWhile the stuff they're going throughMight not be as bad as stuff others are.It is still pain.And pain hurts no matter what type of rainWhether a drizzle or a downpour.You're still going to feel the ice cold water pelletsOn your skin.I've heard someone say,That you can't be depressed because you have a roof over you head.And while I am very, very sorry that some can't say the same.You should be ashamedFor saying such a thing.Pain is not something that can be ranked,It is not something you can compare.We all still feel depression and despair.Because we're all humans with emotionsEveryone gets sad.So don't go and make someone feel badFor feeling a certain way.
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
fallingfallingfallingfallingdeeperanddeepereverythinggoes blackcold tendrilsof fog creeparound methe darkoblivionconsumes mei let goand falla silent cryescapes my lipsi reach outmy handand hopeyou willcatch mebefore i'mlost