Empty Thoughts Of Madness
- LETTURE 70
- Voti 10
- Parti 5
In corso19m
Ultima pubblicazione gio, mag 14, 2015
Welcome to the abyss of my private headspace, where dark thoughts blossom freely like roses and doves flit anxiously from branch to branch waiting for the bipolar storms of thoughts to pass. Madness hopes that you enjoy this ride with me.
Tutti i diritti riservati
Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
Potrebbe anche piacerti
Fly High
I hadn't thought it would be this way. That I would end up in a place like this. That I would end up in... Hell.Completa
Wings of Butterflies
Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.Completa
Silent Echoes
This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.Completa
Bedroom Whispers
The bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were content with the strokes and curves of the fluid dispenser. They seemed to have joined the fast-lane train, and thus demand new meals. While I lay down and hit the keys with a mystic rhythmic sway, I hear the sounds as they hit my ears. No. They're not forceful. Not now, at least. Like music from the slow strumming of a guitar, these sounds bring messages. And memories. And musings. And a medley, sometimes. And so it is, that I'm made to scribe. For when gods speak, their words are immortal. Oh. Wait. They're just thoughts. I thought as much.Completa
Poetry For The Queer and Mentally Ill
Freestyle Poetry 🙂
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.
air-head.
MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMS || i drank that forbidden nectar and it was bitter. POETRY ii., 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚!Completa
Written Fate.
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Two weeks and a day went by without seeing Alex. I was still unsure of how to act around him and I could say I really missed him. My feelings refused to be locked inside and what he said echoed in my mind. How could I forget what his melodic voice said? "...you are my mate, you're bound to care," ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ I read somewhere that life is what happens when your busy making other plans. Well that is just the case. Imagine having your life all planned out for you. Planned before you were conceived and you have to find out from a book, a book that doesn't only unleash your fate but puts your life at stake. Most impressive ranking ever achieved: #5 in planned #4 in love and warCompleta
I hadn't thought it would be this way. That I would end up in a place like this. That I would end up in... Hell.
Più dettagliLinee guida sui contenuti