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EvanesceOurRain

2015 2016 coffee cold november poems rain timeline tisc years

I do believe in ghosts; 
  the phantom of my being
  
  I happen to see them;
   a sickness conjuring the sullenest of colors
  
  Their faces are here; 
  I forgot what yours looks like
  
  They spin and move, jerking about
  My attention is drawn;
   an inevitable turn of events
  
  My soul is captured;
   I don't own release
  
  I see every detail of the faces made of mist...
  
  Do you believe in ghosts?
  
  The memories left to rot?
  
  With their grey silhouettes and white shadows?
  
  
  With these words-
   with this timeline of events-
    I hope to put the lurking grey phantoms to rest.

___

With the time frame 2014-1016 finally out of reach, 
Timeline has come to an end.All Rights Reserved

2015 2016 coffee cold november poems rain timeline tisc years

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You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version by Diiamond0

When you're forced to mask Reality with Fantasy. The lifted layers finally unveil the tombstone of self. The biggest cities into the tiniest pebbles The massive ideas and thoughts formed into merely something to fear. A protagonist who already forgot his name Remembers He is a Daydreamer. Which is the only way to cope with life after multiple tragedies. And the fraud on fake friends faces. Only to daydream. As losing touch takes a toll on that rotting indulgence slowly. This get's quite horrific as it goes on. It's not to enjoy but to reflect on and experience. I decided to publish the draft version, because I don't think I can fully finish YWAADD final edition any time soon. I am in the worst mental and emotional state ever. It's quite a struggle and I suffer heavily. So yeah, the polished draft kind of holds up aswell too. The final one is way longer and eventful. So, um yeah I don't expect this to get attention at all, it's kind of really mid in some parts. But enjoy, or don't I guess. Yes this was inspired by Everywhere At The End Of Time. And other fan projects.

Ember's Cupid by Dez_Lafey

Mason and I were close. I looked up to him, not as a lover but as a partner. He was my best friend, my other half, a shoulder to lean on; Mason was the best person I could have ever possibly met. I saw him not as most women see men but as they see their siblings. Even with our cupid status, we hadn't believed in love, we only believed in loyalty. "What is it like to be in love?" He quietly giggled and shook his head. "I do not know; I've never been in love before. I think that it is like caring for someone so deeply that you would put their needs before your own. Being in love is like being with your best friend all the time, they know you better than anyone else does, they are someone who helps you become a better person just by being there. Being in love is... well... it is knowing and accepting and believing in them no matter whom else is there. You will always care for them, even if you aren't there with them. If you are truly in love then nothing will ever change that." He promised me that he would always be there even in my darkest moments, but it turned out... that is was nothing but a lie. It was only a lie that our kind had told themselves, to secure their mental state. Walking down the alleys of the streets, to not be seen, I turn my head in the opposite direction of my destination. Footprints, we left footprints in the snow; of course they were faint and were soon ready to disappear yet they were still there. At that point in time they were there whether it was seen or not. I guess each of us were humans at one point, whether we were seen or not, we were still there. Then one day we weren't, we disappeared only to be covered by the lies that our loved ones told themselves to understand that missing feeling. We were there and then we weren't just as the footprints in the snow.

I'm Going Ghost.... by OpalHippocampus799

Why does it hurt? Why won't the pain go away? Why can't I let go? Why does everyone have sunshine while I can only see rain clouds? It's because you're human, and humans care. It's one of the great burdens of being one. Then I don't want to be human. Make it stop! Please. I'm going ghost... Housing Keeping Notes: Rights for the characters, lore, and plot go to Butch Hartman who started this fantastic story. Thank you very much. I only own the plot and characters which I design personally. Further, I should note that this story might be marked Mature as future chapters develop. While I don't intend to get too graphic, I will be addressing heavy themes.

WHAT IS MY NAME..? by Yvonee_Chestia

"What's your name? You look 'familiar'" A blonde-haired teenager asked and seemed to stare 'longingly' at a man who he thought was 'familiar'. "I don't know... maybe.. my name is 'Dream'?" said the man who was looking softly at the blonde teenager with doubt. strange.. they never knew each other, but they felt that they had a close relationshipas if they were a 'Friend' or even.. 'Family'. In order to survive, Dream must live between Lies and suffering. he came back, but.. is it really him? doesn't he look different? where did 'he' go ?

The Five Stages of Transition: From deception to liberty by TimosKamvysis

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Never The Same (Sequel of Never Been Better, Randy Cunningham x reader) by DimensionOutsider

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Wave (Book 2) by Anniezie

I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.

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You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version cover

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I'm Going Ghost.... cover

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The Five Stages of Transition: From deception to liberty cover

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Another Chance (Reborn as a Sans From Naturetale) cover

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You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version

When you're forced to mask Reality with Fantasy. The lifted layers finally unveil the tombstone of self. The biggest cities into the tiniest pebbles The massive ideas and thoughts formed into merely something to fear. A protagonist who already forgot his name Remembers He is a Daydreamer. Which is the only way to cope with life after multiple tragedies. And the fraud on fake friends faces. Only to daydream. As losing touch takes a toll on that rotting indulgence slowly. This get's quite horrific as it goes on. It's not to enjoy but to reflect on and experience. I decided to publish the draft version, because I don't think I can fully finish YWAADD final edition any time soon. I am in the worst mental and emotional state ever. It's quite a struggle and I suffer heavily. So yeah, the polished draft kind of holds up aswell too. The final one is way longer and eventful. So, um yeah I don't expect this to get attention at all, it's kind of really mid in some parts. But enjoy, or don't I guess. Yes this was inspired by Everywhere At The End Of Time. And other fan projects.