If you stare into a mirror
You will not see yourself
But every person that has invaded you
Loved you, hurt you
And how you shaped your form from this
And out of the reflection
You see your other reach out
And wrap its hands around your throat
In the hopes that it can switch with you
And be who it wanted to be
Instead of who it was forced to
When I figure out myself by candyzombielord, literature
Literature
When I figure out myself
When you figure out
I am no good
I am not better
Then the next one in line
I am just me
I am imperfect
Yet I can still try
I still feel
I still cry
I still love
Yet I am still dead inside
I have tried to figure out
How to be myself again
I want someone
Yet I know
I can not win
I have tried
I have died
I have given
All I can
Can some one hear me
Can some one see me
Can some one talk to me
I tried love and failed
I tried friendships
They have worked
but never more can I gain
Who Am I
When I try to figure out
what I have done
With this life
I feel so cold
Who am I
But just a friend
No one looks
No one says
They all leave me
Or I leave them
W
"We marched through the forest of death to vanquish a monster. The party I was apart of consisted of me and three others, a young woman draped in robes of the church of the sun goddess, her small frame is nothing to underestimate as she can hold her own with her staff she carries with her, and her name was Celina Lunar. That man next to her clad in plate mail was a crusader for the church caring a large shield and long sword was a bit of a prick at times but was good in a fight and someone I would trust with my life. His name was Dorian Fulka, In all he was a good man. Now that guy there was a hoot, he's a dwarf yo
it's the blank static hum of a city that's trying too hard. it's sleeping less and studying more.
it's getting As and still not feeling good enough. it's getting a C and feeling worthless.
it's reading Faulkner and Morrison and all the great American novels not because
you want to but because it's required for class. it’s volunteering at the shelter
because it’ll look good on your resume. it's working weekends because
you need the money. it's staying after school because you need the
recommendation letter. it's debating intersectional feminism
and global warming with your Tinder date. it's doing it for
the Instagram. it's pictures
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these are the faithless nights i've learned to fear,
when the California sun goes down in a pink polluted
blaze and everything gets so quiet and still except
for sirens in the distance and the full yellow moon
and the flickering lights of the gas station start
to whisper in my ear about you, somewhere out there
(with her, beside her, kissing her,
her soft hair fisted in cold hands
that i once held so tight in mine),
but of course i never believed that
an honest Tinder profile. by callistory, literature
Literature
an honest Tinder profile.
my favorite color is yellow. my favorite tea is jasmine.
my favorite constellation is Orion because i could spot it
even as a child. my favorite scent is Molton Brown's
orange and bergamot, and wearing it reminds me of
the girl i used to be.
you always see me with headphones around my neck
because i like to drown my thoughts out with pop music.
i look my best in red lipstick and lace and leather boots.
i try to be beautiful and strong, but sometimes i am not.
i am every bit my mother's daughter even though
i hate to admit that we're anything alike.
i remember chasing deer in the snowy Minnesota woods.
i remember calling doves down fro
i confess that i've been thinking about you. by callistory, literature
Literature
i confess that i've been thinking about you.
i.
i confess that i've been trying not to think about you.
this morning i woke up to the sound of cold grey rain
on my windowpane. i didn't sleep all that well but
i got up early anyway to go to a yoga class filled with
people i'll probably never see again. they talked
about clearing your mind and finding your breath but
lying on the mat i could only think about you and how
i was probably breathing too much and honestly
how dare you
make me feel
this way.
i once had a little pride, you know.
ii.
this morning i got in my car and
drove
into the ne
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Cut Corners CHAPTER 1 has officially been released! Interested in reading or learning more? Find all the information on the Cut Corners website! (cut-corners-story.carrd.co) "In a timeworn guild of genetically mutated cats, vague laws stand between sociable harmony and hostile war."
Hello I suppose that I should get to the point i will not be posting for a while while i sort through some stuff in my life and try to work past my writers block. However it will not be forever so in my absence I want to leave you all with a small note of appreciation so until next time