Hypnotic
- Reads 16,566
- Votes 1,159
- Parts 52
Complete Sun, Nov 26, 201717m
There was something about her that
Captivated him.
Something that made him stay.
Maybe it was the dip of her hips,
Or the curl of her toes.
The secrets in her smile,
That he loved,
I suppose.
He was drowning in her waters
Yet still parched
With ecstasy.
He was in a place where heaven and hell collided.
With her
He forgot me.
All Rights Reserved
#655
self
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Thursday
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
My Poetry Escape
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.Complete
Finding Myself I ▽
"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.Complete![Drowning [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/90696164-256-k924050.jpg)
Drowning [COMPLETED]
There were two of us. Both drowning in each other's pain. I got lucky and swam up to the top grasping for air. She sank to the bottom and there was nothing I could do for her. She may have drowned but I feel like I did. And now I'm breaking. Because without her why am I even living?Complete
Something Mending -- VOL 1
Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |Complete
OXYGEN
When June, a flesh-and-blood illustration of depression, ultimately decides to quit breathing, she settles on drowning herself in a lake. However, with an extraordinary twist of fate, she is resurrected by a boy named Forrest. Captivating, kind, and honest, he offers her the things she's been deprived of the most. As time comes and goes, June begins to understand that she - after long years of doubt - is worthy of life. She begins to see that sometimes, what seems to be the end may be just the beginning.Complete
After (Love in the Air)
It can't be But then he saw her And it all comes flooding back It can't be What if there's more to Rain then meets the eye? **TW - mentions of past sexual and psychological abuse and substance abuse**Complete
You And Me, Forevermore
"He was the definition of what you call bad, he smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good.He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man.He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him...or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection". "Perfection... that's what she's always been. Not even her scars could steal the hope in her eyes. She waited for someone. And when she met him, she couldn't help what she felt. She fell hard for him. And so did her saviour. The girl who had a little too much heart to go around. She never thought herself of being worthy of his love. And she'd go to hell and back for the one who loved her fiercely".Complete
The Neverending Storm| Completed
"This what we have is something I would call the never ending storm,there are moments where you think just because the thunder stops that it's getting better,but then there's rain... I'd like to think the rain is my tears that will never stop falling until the thunder fully goes away...you are the thunder and I'm the rain,it didn't and it will never work"She says,at this point we're both crying our eyes out in shock and heartbreak. "I will never stop loving you but I have to,if I don't then we'll both end up hurt". Love and hate Lust, drama,anger, romance and betrayal ****Complete
Suddenly yours. (#Wattys2015)
I fell in love with him in ways I never knew were possible.Complete
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
More detailsContent Guidelines