Dear mother:
I fail to commit to this sacrifice.
If you knew how much of a horrid child I am, you would have killed me yourself.
But you did not know.
You should have given me to a terrible family: one that deserved to see my loathsome face, but I understand it would have been too cruel a punishment.
Too cruel for even a sinner.
You have a bigger heart than is good for you.
I am not even worthy of death. I am so horrible; I must live and endure it.
I just don't deserve the mercy of death.
But I can't help but wish to disappear from existence. Even if it's an empty, hopeless, and altogether foolish wish. One that should never be fulfi
Drifting, sighing
Slowly, I wander
Watching, holding
Caressing, wishing
Hoping, knowing
Slowly, walking
Aiming, searching
Beyond this life
Far away, where
Love and tears
Are good things
Knowing, wanting
Wishing, hoping
Walking, sighing
Running, smiling
Laughing, singing
Moving on.
The air felt colder the deeper underground I went. The chill wind that blew through the tunnels whistled eerily, as if they were ghosts living in the darkness, forever trying to escape from the great emptiness. To me, the tunnels left the impression that whatever went in there could never come out. I felt a silence and depth from them that echoed like something I could never describe. It came with a feeling: like someone was trying to remind me of something important, but I couldn't hear her very clearly. Maybe her voice escaped me because I was asleep, dreaming; or maybe I was too far away to hear anything but my own footsteps.
One of the
Look upon th' body o' thy friend.
Thou wilt'd rose, with they clench'd fist,
think o' where thou shall strike mankind,
to do "justice"; to double thy pain.
Paint th' crimson soil with th' blood,
o' thy foes, trust thy reason's right!
look upon this, child, and believe
the damn'd are your good god's creation.
Such "beauty", that such a blood red rose,
may grow amongst th' dead bodies,
that bear th' joy o' th' flower:
mother o' murderous medicine.
Rise up against this and do justice,
for th' blood o' thy kin that spill'd.
Be free o' ignorance's bliss,
and instead trust thy holy, red blade.
For, all those who choose not to believ
Come in the morning when the fog rolls in;
when the suns almost risen to the white loons hymn.
The moose walks the greens of a northern fen,
where the shore is alive with the songs of wrens.
Sit and be still where the forest grows,
away from the den where slumber goes.
Listen to the silence of the growing ferns,
as from there will our souls soon learn.
Listen to the voice youd otherwise hear.
Free of all the noise we make each year.
Raven speaks his name in the voice of the Crow;
or the branch, or the rain, or the things he knows.
Here lies the place where the wolves walked free,
In the winter when the river
I'm watching the hand:
Ten minutes have gone by.
My mind is empty,
There is ice in my chest,
My soul is elsewhere:
I'm inexistent.
I imagine darkness,
I see a white wall,
I feel warmth around me:
Too distant to reach.
Im watching the hand,
Half hours gone by.
Then, I am walking.
Imagine the beach.
Suddenly, I'm crying.
I reach for something,
I grab on to air.
No ones here but me.
I'm watching the hand:
An hour has gone by.
I have some things to do
but I just can't get up.
I have energy,
but I dont want to.
I really don't want to.
I want to be cold,
I want to be empty:
I'll fade away.
I
Watch me: chained by my heart
I watch the shadows drift
With my head against my chest, I hang
And wish my pain would fade
My eyes are closed, my cheeks are moist
My breath shivers, my arms quake
I sometimes bleed: I sob
And raise my eyes to see
Standing, alone or with others
Beings who stare and breathe
I see them, my eyes fall again
The binds dig into my skin
I dare them to fight me
Distract me: change the pain
Standing, alone or with others
Beings who wait for me
One steps forward, a bind breaks
Another weeps, and is still
One whispers, breathing for me
I fall, with one arm free
I reach, shaking, for the other
I am too
Hehe, every time I vote on one of the polls here on DA, I realize I'm a lot more like other people than I thought :D
I always choose either the most popular option or the second most popular option ^^' with few exceptions.
I've been working on revealing a lot of hidden emotions this past year. It's been so hard; there's a reason I hid them. I find it nearly impossible to deal with them for more than a day, then I just want to bury them all again.
Even though I have a lot of self-loathing to work through right now, for some reason, I just want something better. I do wish I didn't have to hate myself so much, even if, to me, it seems like I'm just doomed to be that way forever.
-sigh- I hope I can work through it... I never have any hope at all. I just further hate myself whenever these problems impact someone else. It's difficult to concentrate on my work.
Really tired today for some reason.
Oh, so my boyfriend and I are thinking about going to China this summer for two weeks. I'm really freaked out, although I'm thrilled at the same time. He wants to visit his family (and I'll finally be able to meet them!) and then he said something about fish markets which just went over my head...
I'm currently trying to figure out a way to make him raise an eyebrow, since he won't do it when I tell him to. But it's really funny. I don't know, Chinese facial expressions get me I guess. Anyway, if I say something weird or random, he looks down and laughs. So I need to find something very puzzling instead,