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Repaired In NaivetyRepaired In Naivety November 3, 2009Repaired In Naivety
We're done with them.
They're ruining our children.
We need to move on. We can't live this way any more.
Whispers surrounded her, pummeled her eardrums and assaulted her thoughts. Her body was being jostled about, rocked harshly from one side to the other. Her eyes were sore, dried out and watery all at once. She couldn't make them blink. And she was hot, unforgivably hot. She demanded to know where she was, how anyone could treat their elders in such a way, but she never heard her own voice mingle with the mutterings around her.
by ~WitheredLilies
Gunpowder Drenched CranberriesGunpowder Drenched CranberriesGunpowder Drenched Cranberries
November 2, 2009
Kam placed her hands on the table in front of her, staring down at the book that lay open on the wood surface. Its pages were fraying, ripped and ragged from the oils on her fingertips.
The words were bright and red against the aged, yellowing paper. A thick, sweet-scented paste soaked into the wooden curve of the bowl next to her hand. A thin brush sat in the liquid, the bristles soaking up the sticky cranberries.
Kam took the brush between her dainty fingers without taking her eyes off the page. Her lips moved methodically, reciting to herself the
by ~WitheredLilies
Not What You Want Me To BeNot What You Want Me To BeNot What You Want Me To Be
Identity is not The name of your place. Identity is more Than just a simple face.
Identity is not Just what makes you, you. Identity is more Than what we think is true.
Identity is not Being told who you should be. Identity is more, It's what will set you free.
by ~WitheredLilies
JournalMorganna Wrightly September 25, 2009Journal
10:43 am It is a sunny day. Fall is here, and thankfully the light coming through my open windows is not too hot, but it has become stuffy enough to wake me anyways. The covers are heavy on my hip, my mattress old and harshly unforgiving. Regardless, I do not want to move from my hiding place. I feel safe here, warm and comfortable in this cocoon I have worked carefully to create. How do you deal with depression when you are never quite sure you are suffering from it? I have to ask myself this every time I wake up. It is almost like a daily checklist that I go through in my head. D
by ~WitheredLilies
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taught to loveI was the robotic specimen made flesh and blood, learning day in, day out like a slave. You were the freedom I longed to have, smoking each day away while reclining in the back seat of a metal box in the parking lot, a little like a prince.taught to love
I wrote and scribbled quite often. I was pretending to be scholarly. A master of literature. You drank coffee (with whisky, of course) from a polystyrene cup because you broke all the ceramic ones. A master of temptation, alcohol, sex and maybe, just maybe, wiping your own ass on a rare but highly celebrated occasion.
Oh, and you weren’t such a terrible teacher, either.
by ~bowie-loon123
MementosDying is a pain in the ass and everywhere else too. I've died so often that perhaps I shouldn't mind it so much but I do.Mementos
It's frequently messy, inconvenient and I'm so very tired of having to disappear.
I try not to leave anyone behind for whom my disappearance may cause distress. My own constant sorrow I do my best to hide. That's not to say I don't form relationships―I do. I'm a not a loner by any means. Like everyone else, I need human contact to keep me sane but I have the good sense to sever all ties with those I ca
by *leyghan
Falling StarI used to turn my back at the sun not face the light of day I used to soon go back to the moon to later run awayFalling Star
I used to turn my back at the sun and wait by the meadow And I would watch the light going by until I would see your shadow
Well I'm a falling star, burning up when finally shining Because we've come too far
I used to drink the water I'm now drowning in
I used to think my life was finally flowering But the boat missed the shore, its out of sight and out for more I'm out of time, the sun has set, my only guide is a single star &
by ~namenotrequired
On From the Dark A candle would do well, for naught penetrates this desolate place. It is absent of any semblance of light. Not a glow-worm nor glint of star. A dragon couldn’t warm this frigid earth I pace alone. If even the pale shadow of a new moon would cast its visage through a rent in a dark pall of clouds it would seem to set ablaze this barren blackness. Yet gazing wistfully ahead even that dismal apparition remains hidden, and so I dwell in darkness.On From the Dark
It is black this sordid soul of man In
by *rlkirkland
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People are Important - Goals much less
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“I don’t ignore you. I just pretend I don’t hear you.”
- Dad
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People are Important - Goals much less
When we stop learning we have begun to die - Shamelessly Purloined
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“I don’t ignore you. I just pretend I don’t hear you.”
- Dad
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