Notes From The Battlefield
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A collection of (awful) short poems about my life, depression, domestic abuse, self harm... whatever I am feeling at the time.
They could be triggering, so please be aware. Not that people will even read these. I am not a good writer, by any means.
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I was used to the quiet. The isolated life I had made for myself felt safe away from the greed and carnage the world left behind. The apocalypse wasn't supposed to happen, we all thought it was an earthquake - an event that wouldn't mean anything in a few days, let alone be remembered in the history books as the worst day in human history. But now, we starved, killed and survived the horrors that walk the earth. What else could we do? I was fine, safe, content in my cabin, but that was all before. Before I met Damien. _________________________________________ "What's wrong? Do you not see this?" "They were scaring you, were they not?" "Yes, but.." "So I took care of them" _________________________________________ #1 postapocalypse THIS STORY IS UNEDITED! But will be edited/polished once it's completed :) Side note: dialogue format improves at around chapter 15. Content Warning⚠️ This is a mature mxm story. LGBTQ+ people engaging in romantic and sexual relationships will be present throughout this story. You have been warned.
Excerpts of A Chaotic Mind
Welcome to the inner workings of my mind. The thoughts and emotions I battle and the imaginary scenarios I dream up sometimes. Think of this is as my own public diary. . I will warn there are some themes surrounding mental health, self harming thoughts and actions, and talk of traumatising events. Please check tags for trigger warnings.Complete
Don't Forget Me In The Morning
When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.Complete
Beneath The Surface
I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)Complete
Monsters Inside My Head
WARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my first attempt at poetry. It will consist of shit that I've gone through/dealt with and ramblings from my screwed up mind. These works are purely fictional and not meant to be taken literally.Complete
Give Me A Chance (boyxboy)
I'm gay. Some people hate that. I don't. I think. But I know a couple people who do. Hate me, that is. And I'm about ready to give up until I meet Blaine. I don't know why, but he stops me in my metaphorical downhill tracks. There's a little part of me that really, really wants to trust him, but my mind is backtracking hard. But I have so much to deal with, have dealt with so much, will deal with so much, that maybe it's time to let somebody deal with it with me. But does he want to? I want to believe he does, but the voices in my head tell me he doesn't. They're annoying sometimes. Maybe there's a chance he'll see me for who I am, which I don't know if anyone's ever done before. Maybe there's a chance I could be something close to happy. Maybe I owe it to myself to try.Complete
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