Conflicted Shadows
- LECTURAS 200
- Votos 12
- Partes 4
i awakened in an unknown land without memory. lost and uncertain only to be driven by one thing, my desire for her.
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There is a moment before the dream begins where everything feels still. A breath held between worlds. In that moment, time doesn't move forward or backward-it waits. That's where I exist now. In the pause. In the static. I don't remember the exact day I started to vanish. Maybe it was slow. Maybe I was too quiet for the world to notice. They say the mind protects us from things we cannot bear. But what happens when the thing you're running from is yourself? Somewhere, there's a house that doesn't belong to any map. Its windows never reflect sunlight, and its walls curve so gently that you don't realize they're watching you. There's a girl in the mirror who looks like me, but she remembers things I don't. There's a bathtub filled with water so still it feels like a grave. There's a man I created-kind, warm, and perfectly not real. And there's a truth waiting at the end of the hallway. I'm afraid of it. But I think I've always known it. This story is not a confession. It's not a warning. It's just what happens when the silence gets too loud. And the corners begin to disappear.Concluida
Thin Skin
I am someone who wakes up afraid to cleanse her scars in the warm rain of a pouring shower. A heart anxious the steam hugging the bathroom mirror might just wipe away her camouflage. I am someone who becomes no one as the drain between my feet drinks the last of my alter ego. I am a woman with skin drenched with hues of angry tones, and fingers shaking to perfect the truth. Pretty, nude powders I pat myself dry with in hopes of painting the beauty I once saw. That flawless sanctuary however, never found in the foundation. I used to fantasize that, if I was good enough, the man I had made to fall madly in love with me would keep me forever. Protect me from everything. Die if it meant I lived. Chase me even as I woke up older. For I had the alluring talent to make my lovers stay. A caramel look full of mystery, passion, and wit. I had the consuming ability to pull on eager souls because I wore humanity's standards and for that, I was brave in the idea of unconditional love. Until there came a day I no longer loved myself.
A Single Glance
I saw her from across the bar. My bar. My city. Everything in that world belonged to me. She stood out from the crowd like she was looking for someone to blame for her pain. That night, I felt the depths of my mistakes. I felt my scars. With a single glance, I knew her touch would take it all away. I craved it more than anything. I knew she would be a tempting, beautiful mistake. One I would make again and again... even if it cost me everything.Concluida
Fuck You for Your Misunderstanding
Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.
Caress Me❤️🔥
She thought she knew love. He gave her comfort, stability... a family. But passion? That was something she'd buried long ago. Until he walked in-danger wrapped in temptation, the man she should never want, but can't stop thinking about. Now every glance lingers, every touch burns, and every secret threatens to shatter the life she's built. Because the last man she should crave might be the only one who can truly caress her soul... and ruin her completely.Concluida
Ungodly
Desperation, stemmed from years of trauma, can really turn an innocent soul into a cold hearted monster. I used to wish I couldn't feel things. I never thought the saying was true- "Be careful what you wish for" because my wishes were never more than just 'wishes' before. Now I feel nothing inside and I wish that I could un-wish that one, sometimes. I guess this is just my truth. My life.Concluida
WayFinder (The Fool's Journey)
The unknown can be a scary place for those who do not know how to navigate it. Sienna understands this better than anyone, and she couldn't have awakened at a better time. The world is on the brink of collapse as geomagnetic storms, and the system's shadows, wreak havoc on those that inhabit the Earth dimension. When the foundations of the old world finally begin to crumble, Sienna takes on the challenge of preserving the lives of those that come into her care, and walking the edge of her own changing spiritual nature. But with her increasing abilities, and a strange celestial man invading her dreams, the journey ahead could be even more transformative than she realizes.Concluida
paracosm-delusional nightmares
{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. ✦✦✦ [all rights reserved | ©2021 ] [ cover designed by me ] [ peace \/ ]Concluida
There is a moment before the dream begins where everything feels still. A breath held between worlds. In that moment, time doesn't move forward or backward-it waits. That's where I exist now. In the pause. In the static. I don't remember the exact day I started to vanish. Maybe it was slow. Maybe I was too quiet for the world to notice. They say the mind protects us from things we cannot bear. But what happens when the thing you're running from is yourself? Somewhere, there's a house that doesn't belong to any map. Its windows never reflect sunlight, and its walls curve so gently that you don't realize they're watching you. There's a girl in the mirror who looks like me, but she remembers things I don't. There's a bathtub filled with water so still it feels like a grave. There's a man I created-kind, warm, and perfectly not real. And there's a truth waiting at the end of the hallway. I'm afraid of it. But I think I've always known it. This story is not a confession. It's not a warning. It's just what happens when the silence gets too loud. And the corners begin to disappear.
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