Never Without YouSince the day we met
I have never lived without you.
Even since you left, clutching my beating heart
there has been a part of you
even when I'm almost content
there this shadow upon me,
cast by the memory of us
And I am sick, so sick
sick of the taste of you.
#7I can see your smiling face
Represented on a glowing screen
And I press delete,
As if it would erase the ghost of you.
Enough For YouI love the way your eyes seem way too big for your head, and that look you give when lingering on the cusp of an opinionated rant. Don't get me wrong, you're far from perfect, but you have this ability to pull my lips into a smile. And I could get lost in yours.
And we argue over stupid things like
What happens after we die
As if that somehow matters.
Then you just drop my sentences like used matchsticks into your fire of undeniable faith, and reach for the Slivovitz.
And sometimes I feel more than hard to love. Sometimes your grand adventures throw a perspective that I am not enough. And then you ask why I'm still always sad.
And when I'm reminded of him, always him, and my eyes are veiled and you lose count of the droplets clinging to my eyelashes, your voice is torturously tender; "I couldn't hurt you like he did".
It hurts to fall in love with all these little pieces of you. It hurts to feel my scars slowly fading into memories like ships in the night.
Because I know I'm not enough
And Then YouTonight I don't want to be alone. The dark, an emptiness full of unknowns, threatens my dim and wavering existence. Because I'm so small in everything and still not small enough to go unnoticed. And my head is full of so many regrets that roll like crashing waves.
Deep in my heart of hearts and soul of souls I see blue eyes- bright, painful memory and sharp lies and malcontent. Brown eyes- the things I did to start again and inadequacy and loss. Staring and soulless from the sockets of who I used to know. And my memories churn like turbulent seas, and roll like crashing waves.
All I can picture is this feeling of not being enough. I need to move on but maybe it's the past that's not letting go of me. Maybe I've tried to fight it. Maybe it's all too much.
I'm so meaningless and small and yet they won't let me slip away. I'm so lonely and they won't let me be alone.
And then there was you.
Bucolic SuffocationI'm getting kind of tired of this bucolic town, where nothing ever changes and everything is full of stale memories.
And I'm getting really sick of those arrogant people who breeze in and out, and make me feel inadequate with the life I'm living. In an indirect way, I suppose you were one of them.
At the moment, I'd do anything to be happy, even if it means leaving everything behind,just to have an excuse to never say your name again.
The night, The lighthouseThe night is so long. The night is so long and I hardly sleep without him here. It's nights like these that I had him close to where my fragile heart was beating.
The night is so long and lonely, and my life sometimes feels like an anomaly or an oblivion. Oh eternal universe, so endless and beautiful, oh time, my old friend. Please let me slip away.
On nights like this one I could touch the beauty of forever, that fleeting and perfect thing. On nights like this I was in love, for how could I not have loved him and his easy, wan smile?
The night is so long. I have spent these days in the dark. A year without the sun. A year without my love. Those with words more beautiful than my own have said it, that love is so short and oblivion so long.
The night is eternal for me. There will be no sun while he is not with me. Without him,
Without him I just try to stop the days from hurting.
I try to keep the pain away from me.
The night is so long and I am afraid of the dar
StrengthStrength is knowing that no one can hit me as hard as I've hit myself. I've pulled myself apart and become my own worst enemy. I've hurt myself more than anyone else ever could. And I'm starting to realize that I can't make myself good enough for you. I can't be everything you need or anything you want. So the days pass me by like razor blades and bruising blows. There is no comfort for me. And there's nothing to make the days stop hurting. All I get is that one moment held against you. One moment when all the voices in my head go silent. One moment when I'm not constantly refreshing the feelings of my own inadequacy. That's all there is for me.
Together in what might have beenYou're my
and I am your
Together in curses
without you it seems
to float away
and I can't find
my way back home
Last lamentYour face burns behind my eyes.
I feel myself begin to cry,
because you were everything to me.
and you and I just couldn't be.
An iron lump in my throat,
feel like I'm about to choke.
Hands go cold, knees give way.
Haven't seen you since that day.
I can still smell you in the air.
Feel my fingers running through your hair.
I can hear you say you love me so.
I can taste the regrets of letting go.
There wasn't room in your life for me,
and all the things we could be.
Bitter symphonies of cold lament,
the words I wish you never meant.
Memories bitter on my tongue,
all our moments, every one.
The taste of you in my mouth,
I'm fading, falling, going out.
And silent secrets are all I see,
with the priceless things we won't be.
Your face burns behind my eyes.
Still can't believe it was all lies.
Sex Scene TipsTrigger warning: rape.
Okay, here's the thing: if you're writing a sex scene and you want it to come off as sexy and nice and all of that, YOUR CHARACTERS NEED TO HAVE CONSENT. You know what sex without consent is called? Rape.
I am absolutely enraged right now. It's 2015 and people are writing fics where the tone conveys that this scene is supposed to be hot and sexy and cool but there's NO CONSENT AT ALL. "But Amaranth!" you ask me. "This one character isn't saying 'no,' it can't be rape, right?" Yes, I'll give you that rape is sex without consent so saying 'no' does qualify as rape, these other scenarios also count as rape:
1. Sex while one partner is asleep.
2. Sex while one partner is passed out.
3. Sex while one partner is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, or has their judgement impaired in some other way.
4. Sex while one partner has made it clear they're not interested in sex, whether through body language or vocally.
I understand sex can
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.
How I see girls in terms of beauty (Not Douchey)
Before I say anything, I want to say that this will be in no means a discrimination against women, Races or nationalities, I will merely be putting up my opinions of each little things. I'm not to worried about saying something offensive, since quite honestly I think all different types of things are beautiful, and this is meant to be a confidence BOOST for all you lovely ladies out there.
I Really just want to take the time and ask you girls to sit down and listen to what I have to say, I'm not trying to win anyones affection by writing this. I just want to let you guys know how truly beautiful you are, and I'm not saying this as a lie.
You poor girls come into this world, and from the moment you take your very first steps...people are already expecting things of you. You're constantly being judged by everyone, being picked apart for every little flaw or mistake you have. But flaws are what makes you perfect, at least to me.
You're thrown into this
Legrandzilla Musings #8Many times, we love things and use people
When we ought to use things and love people.
.:I am fine:.
I am fine
I am sure I am
Since they told me so
and since they're always right
I am fine
these tears flowing from my eyes
since I am fine
I have everything
I have a family
and everything needed to live
more than decently
so I am fine
Ignore these eye bags
I am perfectly fine
They're always right after all.
I have no reason to feel bad
I never got beaten
nor anything bad
which could have happened
so I am fine
By the way,
Ignore these meds
I don't need them
since I fine
I am been raised in the high class
A lot of children
would dream to have my life
So I am fine
these scars on my body
since I am fine
They're always right after all.
I shouldn't be scared by anything
I have been raised
by a loving family
so I am fine
Ignore the fact I fear eye contact
or contact in general
I am fine
They said I was.
I am fine.
I am so fine
that I am scared
I am so fine
News about Hidden Pencils - don't worryHello there guys!
I think it's about time i made a journal to update you about what's going on and what the future of this group might be.
[PERSONAL PARENTHESIS STRONGLY RELATED TO THIS GROUP, AT LEAST SKIM THROUGH IT BECAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON]
As many of you probably already know, I'm currently working 101% on my personal project, a comic i have high hopes for, and in which i'm investing everything i have.
It's an incredibly ambitious project, which requires me to keep studying and improving as quick as i can, and it's not just about improving art ... i really wish it was "just" about that (which is actually enough to keep one busy for his entire life, considering the amount of knowledge and practice there is to acquire when talking about art xD)
I'm talking about creating a whole detailed world here.
From its geology to its history to an effective plot for the main characters and so on.
And to be able to manage such a big project, you h
UnrechtDa war eine Frau, von der wussten schon alle, dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Sie konnte nicht gut zählen und wusste nicht,
wie viele Tage der Monat noch hat,
oder wann der Bus fährt.
Sie konnte auch oft ihre Gedanken nicht sortieren,
und erzählte hinterher was vorher und währenddessen
vielleicht aber auch schon gestern
Sie war oft ein wenig schwer zu verstehen.
Alle wussten, dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Sie hatte so oft gehört: „Nein“ und „Das geht nicht“ und „Das kannst du nicht“,
dass sie das selbst auch schon lange begriffen hatte.
Und da war ein Mann, der wusste
dass sie keine Rechte kannte.
Als sie sagte, dass er ihr weh tut, wussten alle
dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Als sie sagte, dass sie ihn nicht mehr sehen will,
sagten alle, dass sie lügt.
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RunningI've never wanted to run away so much. Just keep running, until I can taste blood in my mouth and breathing hurts and you are so very far away. You stare blankly, and make my heart howl like a wild animal as it attacks my chest and fights against the bonds holding it in. Your gaze is steady, you know how much pain it's causing me. Your lips in a half smile as you bask in my pain. My vision blurs as A fresh batch of tears collects in my eyes, glazing them with my sadness. And you're still smiling, so proud of yourself. So gleeful at the fact that you inflicted this.