Matter Stories

Hurting and broken, I lay here crying; Exposed and open, I lay here dying. Pick me up before I get broken, Pick me up and show some emotion. For all I know are cold, empty hearts, Constantly tearing my life apart. I've been picked up so many times Please don't drop me if you're really mine They've killed my heart and now my soul, I try keep it under control. They've broken the smile I wear everyday Soon to release the monsters at bay.

Far distance. Long travel. Nothing separated them from keeping each other apart

Muscles to cheer you up!🥳 Muscles to tell you that you are strong and no one can tell otherwise

Death

Blackout is a compilation of seven poems dedicated to both my experiences and my dreams. I aim only to make my personal feelings understood universally.

What have i pass on life

So, lemme explain this to you folks, the writer of this story is currently under the heavy influence of cynical humor, self-deprecation of the stand up comedians she's been watching for probably more than 2 hours and way too much internet for the day. She's not at her best. Doesn't help that she can't sleep right now. Put up with me if you decide to read this. I'm loopy with sleep deprivation, but I just can't manage to sleep.

Poetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.

❝your mind is worth more than what you're made of.❞ contest entries, poems, stuff like that. you know. the usual.

Basically a story based on an rpg idea I have with my friend. Decided maybe its a good idea to make it a story first and then go from there. Basically about a steampunk transgender girl living in a steampunk realm who works for a weapon making company in a world with 4 realms: ocean, sky, witch and steampunk. She gets orders to deliver the sky realm to give them aid in a war between Sky and Ocean with her childhood friend. Little did they know they would get caught up in the biggest war they've ever encountered...

A sequel...?

Just some stuff to help you get through this awful thing called life (: Cover made by @sherlockian_demigod .... ty!

Y/N is a 17 year old girl living with only her mother after her father left. Tight on money, her mother makes a quick move to sell her daughter for cash. What will happen next to Y/N! Story inspired by Anonymous resurfacing on Twitter and exposing multiple public figures during the protesting. Enjoy❤️ Edit: I can't believe the reaction on this story I didn't think anyone would see it😳😳 follow me on tik tok and If u let me know ur from here I'll follow u back😌: @slymelanie

Abstract Alive is an expression of consciousness in beingness, containing in oneself, in contrast to inanimate matter, its own consciousness, but this consciousness in the living cannot do without the inanimate, which constitutes its material basis, a kind of carcass of any being, and this basis remains, decaying after the death of a living being, while consciousness leaves no one knows where. We will try to investigate the problem of birth and death from the point of view of hypothetical clarification of the reason for the manifestation of consciousness in the form of a living, as well as to find out for the sake of what consciousness leaves the body and where's it going? It is curious to ask and try to resolve the following question: is there any point in birth and death, except for an immutable end that is clear to everyone, if happened beginning which, however, not quite clear? Or will the automatism in birth and death remain incomprehensible to us - mortals? Indeed, the main mystery of birth and death consists in the fact that a living being comes as if from nowhere and goes, as it were, to nowhere. Obviously, one cannot do without the otherworldly which also needs to be somehow determined. Therefore, a certain digestible hypothesis is required in order to explain, at least for oneself, what is happening, rejecting the purely one-sided approaches of both idealists and materialists, who, in essence, explaining nothing even from the standpoint of ordinary logic.

When you are the only one in the world who can smile, would you help other people use achieve happiness? Long ago, an alien race invaded Earth and developed a disease to destroy the human race. Now, an orphan girl wanders the world, hoping to cure the disease all on her own, with just a dog by her side. But when a secret of her past is revealed, she finds herself facing choices that she should never have to make. [excerpt] I grab the man's collar and look straight into his eyes. They were brown, yes, like many people up in these parts. But there was an obvious discoloration around the iris. Contacts! "Cruel!" I yell, grabbing Nike's scruff and pushing her away from the table. "A damned Cruel! What the hell is it doing in here?"