Postings with tag: loathing
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"What can I do to make it better?" He waved his arms around as he screamed to cover her cries. She tossed her shoes at him from across the bed before running barefoot, with all of her bored loathing, into the night.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
I don't even think quintilogy is a word in the dictionary... oops :P But really, I mean there's a trilogy for 3 things, a quadrilogy for 4, so 5 needs something, too. Actually, I think I don't think I've seen "quadrilogy" used anywhere. Not important, the poem does have a…
This is for the Self Harm/Injury Awareness Contest, but it is also to show my support, as a past cutter myself, I know how hard it is, I really do, and so I hope you get better, anyone and everyone. Here's to support and love.
(Under editing - won't be updated for a while) The thirst for power has never been so taut with tension between thirteen teens ranged age 16-18, trapped on an estate that no one seems to know about, with woman who seems to live with the sole desire to cause chaos…
Well, I didn't pass, I'm one out of three seniors that didn't pass that fucking exam. I bet I'm the only one that isn't addicted to crack or has a kid too. I've never felt this much of a loser since I lost my virginity to Ron. And that sucked.…
We are all subjected to strife, hardships, and pain. We all make mistakes that we wish we could take back. We all long for second chances and wonder where we'd be had things happened differently. Only some though choose forgiveness, never back down, and accept what they have been handed.
There are few who can see what they are doing as they do it; few who watch from the sidelines as they tear themselves apart; few that knowingly destroy themselves as they believe they are protecting themselves; few who have come as close to death, and as far from happiness…
February 05, 2011
A poem inspired by the writings of H.P.Lovecraft.
Another depression one. bad times. The title is shit but I had to think of it on the spot and I didn't want it to sound like a clich'e depression one or go off the point too much.
A Poem about family problems, specially for the children. I wrote this poem yesterday, it just came to me while I was sitting around. It's about when some fathers (I know not all parents are this way, but I know some who are,) promise their children to be there, but…
One day the boring life of Enrica is changed forever when she sees a stranger on her property. What happens to her, and the stranger? Will her life ever return to normal or will it disappear?
I had just finished speaking to what I had thought was a friend when I realized how wrong I was. This was written to a person who kept me around to make himself feel good. How easy it is to climb on a pedestal when you have the backs of…