I stare passed the trickling water. It is a familiar sound; it welcomes me with its usual hospitality of warmth and comfort – but I just stare. I am frozen in one state of mind, one vision, in which I cannot hope to break. My marginalisation of the complexity of fluent cognitive functioning screams at me. Is this human?
Shadowed by the darkest desires of my demons, I relish in the last remnants of the sun descending from the sky. As the first banks of sunlight reappear, they do nothing by sneer in distaste, as if ready to hold me back, yet I drift onwards. I am the stringless doll – manipulated to conform to my master, yet it seems the job w
I crave the establishment of imagination,
However I feel restrained by my recovery.
At a time that now feels abnormal,
My emotions soiled the pages with ink.
I rely on optimism and stability,
Rather than pessimism and fragility.
Where are my divine demons?
That counselled with cruelness throughout the night.
I used to bleed.
I used to cry.
But now everything's washed away:
I do not fear the sun setting,
But welcome it through my recovery.
Life's Curious Paradox by MeowyWoofferson, literature
Literature
Life's Curious Paradox
It is not that we live once,
But that we die once.
We do not have one way of thinking;
We do not have one goal we wish to achieve.
And what we sometimes wish to be rid of,
Will one day claw itself back.
This is the cruelling trials we must face,
Of whether we are 'good' or 'bad'.
Shall we hide our dark secrets,
And sucumb to the norms?
Living everyday as a lie,
Behind our painted complexions.
Or shall we rid of them altogether,
And start anew?
Assuming that all is well,
And the past is forgotten.
Such a process may frail our minds,
And swipe us with guilt or suffering,
Nonetheless this cannot be helped.
As we are born to l
I stare passed the trickling water. It is a familiar sound; it welcomes me with its usual hospitality of warmth and comfort – but I just stare. I am frozen in one state of mind, one vision, in which I cannot hope to break. My marginalisation of the complexity of fluent cognitive functioning screams at me. Is this human?
Shadowed by the darkest desires of my demons, I relish in the last remnants of the sun descending from the sky. As the first banks of sunlight reappear, they do nothing by sneer in distaste, as if ready to hold me back, yet I drift onwards. I am the stringless doll – manipulated to conform to my master, yet it seems the job w
I crave the establishment of imagination,
However I feel restrained by my recovery.
At a time that now feels abnormal,
My emotions soiled the pages with ink.
I rely on optimism and stability,
Rather than pessimism and fragility.
Where are my divine demons?
That counselled with cruelness throughout the night.
I used to bleed.
I used to cry.
But now everything's washed away:
I do not fear the sun setting,
But welcome it through my recovery.
Life's Curious Paradox by MeowyWoofferson, literature
Literature
Life's Curious Paradox
It is not that we live once,
But that we die once.
We do not have one way of thinking;
We do not have one goal we wish to achieve.
And what we sometimes wish to be rid of,
Will one day claw itself back.
This is the cruelling trials we must face,
Of whether we are 'good' or 'bad'.
Shall we hide our dark secrets,
And sucumb to the norms?
Living everyday as a lie,
Behind our painted complexions.
Or shall we rid of them altogether,
And start anew?
Assuming that all is well,
And the past is forgotten.
Such a process may frail our minds,
And swipe us with guilt or suffering,
Nonetheless this cannot be helped.
As we are born to l
Friends all stand in front of me...
Laughing, joking carelessly...
I hide my arms so they can't see...
What it is I've done to me...
And though I try to hang around...
They often leave me feeling lost...
What will it take just to be found?
How much more will my joy cost..?
('Cause I don't live, I just survive)
(Among the crowd, I'm ostracized)
(I can not be indemnified)
(I fell too hard, I broke this time)
My parents always yell at me...
Like I won't get it unless they scream...
But I never do know what they mean...
Why do they have to smother me?!
I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance
With one glace at you
I smile.
My heart taps in and out of time so slowly
Dropping a beat to our affairs.
You brush my hand and my mind snaps a photograph
Of our laughter as you perform some silly act
Like you always did.
A black and white Polorode.
I'm still uncertain of the colors.
I stash our memory away for good
I don't want to look at it
Although I know it is beautiful.
It's in our album for as long as I can remember it's there for
Though it stains my brain like espresso to a table cloth.
I find ways to bleach them out.
As I always do.
Now I lay here
Black and white myself.
Waiting to again tap out the beats our hearts
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