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Catharsis by Azael17, literature
Literature
Catharsis
I didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had
I am standing by missingnumbers, literature
Literature
I am standing
It's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress ca
Writer by wei-en, literature
Literature
Writer
I am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
like butterflies
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
their life.
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
my ears.
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
my own.
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
conduction.
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantas
You May Say I'm An Artist... by techgnotic, journal
You May Say I'm An Artist...
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By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair…”
ur own epoch is one of the tec
Catalyst by Chevrotain, literature
Literature
Catalyst
You didn't care for me,
It was something sick.
Comprised from my brain,
Spread through my veins.
With your blood in reign,
Found myself a name.
Splicing the DNA,
Of my every way.
All my life with this familiar pain,
Leave a child alone, expect it sane.
Striving for the same kinds of wounds,
Circling my last every move,
I don't need to love myself right?
If I just pretend to love you.
But any lost soul could play your game,
You sensed my weakness, went for prey.
For each word of mine you'd cast away,
Well I have one last thing to say.
Don't forget the lone catalyst,
Who walked into your life.
You will reminisce on the space,
Where your eye
Affection by skullster300, literature
Literature
Affection
~RobinXRaven
Robin sat up, panting from a nightmare. Well, Raven's nightmare. "What..." He got up and checked his calender. Oh, no. April first. Might as well be Beast Boy's birthday the way he celebrated it. Slipping on his uniform, Robin walked out of his room to come face-to-face with Raven.
"Um... Sorry about-"
"It's fine, Rae. Not your fault." He stepped around her and headed towards the elevator. He didn't realize until the doors had closed that Raven had refused to look him in the eye. Weird. She was also wearing her hood, when she usually let it fall around him. Robin thought about this, troubled. Rae had been growing m
Bedtime Stories by DoctorWhoovesXDerpy, literature
Literature
Bedtime Stories
"Gurls! It'z time to go to bed!"
Margo giggled as she and her two sisters ran around the room, ignoring the words their father had just said. "I have a new unicorn story!," he said, holding a book up. The girls immediately froze and smiled, rushing to their beds. "READ IT!," said Agnes, bouncing up and down in her bed. Gru opened the book and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door. "Hey girls," said Lucy, walked in. "Whatcha doin'?" "Dad's gonna read us a bedtime story!," said Edith, smiling up at her mom. Lucy smiled. "Can I hear?" The girls looked at Gru, and he let out a soft moan. "If you insist," h
Thomas y Marie---Yo me rindo 3 by NancyLiz, literature
Literature
Thomas y Marie---Yo me rindo 3
Quede totalmente paralizado, todos creían que algo me había hecho daño, y era cierto, esas ultima confesión me hizo daño, más del que se podrían imaginar.
Terminamos la fiesta con un brindis, claro que nosotros no podíamos beber, pero en fin…ni siquiera tenia ánimos de eso…
Pasaron los días, celebramos año nuevo, pero yo seguía muriendo por dentro, ¿como pude pensar que era yo?, ¿como no me di cuenta?, ¿habré perdido la forma en que distingo el amor?, ¿será solo una niñería de Marie?, ¿será solo una alucinación mí
TnM - Ella by Angelus19, literature
Literature
TnM - Ella
Era un día completamente normal dentro de mi vida. La misma rutina de asistir a la preparatoria con la confianza de poder hacer de hoy algo especial. A diferencia de la mayoría de las estudiantes de mi edad, no tenía interés especial en las actividades que podrían considerarse "dentro del margen de normalidad", excepto, claro, por mi reciente (y único) talento en el teatro. No. A mí me gustaba inventar o mejor dicho, debía inventar. El aceite automotriz debía recorrer en mis venas en lugar de sangre al igual que mi padre. Aunque a estas alturas ya debería haberme rendido en ese aspecto.
Yo era una Flynn en todos los sentidos. Desde mi cabel
