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Этюд #1 (После смерти кости всё ещё плачут)

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жизнь исаак меланхолия психология самоубийство смерть этюд

После смерти кости всё ещё плачут...
Знаете, всё уже не станет иначе.
Как не хотел бы вернуть время вспять,
То, что отдал, обратно уже не взять.
Самоубийство - дело идиота...
Однако в жизни каждого есть повороты,
И чёрных полос достаёт у каждых,
Однако разве это слишком важно?
Какая разница, куда ведёт дорога?
Ты можешь и сойти, ведь у тебя есть ноги.
Без разницы, какая полоса.
Ведь те чредуются хоть каждых полчаса.
Жизнь человека - боль, печаль и грусть,
Но в этом есть, пожалуй, и свой плюс.
Ведь когда всё же ты поборешь страх?
Свернёшь с пути с названием "тоска",
Твоя душа получит наслажденье...
Но ты не повернул, пора... Пора в забвенье?
Как не хотел вернуть бы время вспять,
То, что отдал, обратно уже не взять...
Тело гниёт, кости просто рыдают,
Кровь неторопливо ручьём из вены стекает.
Кажется, жизнь его была бы прекрасной
Но поздно, безумец. Он глядит на старуху с опаской...All Rights Reserved

жизнь исаак меланхолия психология самоубийство смерть этюд

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Emotional Amnesia by CAKerst

Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

Tu woh chaand by chocfa

Zaryan Saeed & Seherunnisa Afnan Kuch rishte aap ki zindagi me ek thande hawa ke jhonke ki tarah aate hain aur kabhi do pal ka sakoon de kar chale jate hain to kabhi zindagi bhar ka gam de kar ke... __________ "Baba is diary me kya he?" Usne pucha to usne apne chehre ke tassuraat badle bagair jawaab diya. "Kuch adhure khuwaab hain" _______ "Main us time se yahan betha hun aur aap mujhe ignore kar rahi hain that's not fair!" "Bhai aap hain kon mere peeche kyun par gaye hain?!" Woh tang aa kar boli thi. "Astaghfirullah! Ignore kar len magar bhai to mat kahen" ______ "Zindagi bohat dhokebaaz hai ek umeed deti hai phir sab wapis le leti hai." Ek ansu uski ankh se gira tha aur najane kitne uske andar. "Aap akele to nahi hain....." Woh chota sa haath jisne uske mazboot haath ko aaj kamzor parne se rouka tha. ________ Just a little warning: it's an emotional rollercoaster so buckle up!

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"𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮." "𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮." __________꧁✩꧂__________ 𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝘾𝙀𝙊 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢 __________꧁✩꧂__________

Friends (SubzeroExtabyte x Reader )*Completed* by RandomGirl061

Y/N, which is you, was walking around the campus of your high school. You hear something weird. Like the sound of somebody getting pushed up against the lockers. You recognize the sound. All too well. You turn the corner and see the one person you never wanted to see again. The one who hurt you. The one who left, and left you broken. The one who let your trust and faith in people slip. The one who let you become lonely. The person who made you happy, but then let you fall and get buried ten feet under. He's the person you didn't feel like seeing. You weren't ready. You don't know what to do. They left, they let you become broken, they let you lose all hope in people, and now he's back. You wish it weren't true. You wish he never would've come back. Will you let them back in, or will you keep them out.

My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ yᴏᴜ✔[#1 ɪɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ] by bairiya_

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The Demon and His Rose by _xX_DarkAngel_Xx_

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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018