do you remember
that walk in the rain
(rain,
in january,
in canada?
unheard of.)
the bitter cold
our breath mingling
rising as one
into the frigid midnight air
(you held my hand,
because it was going numb.)
how we laughed and talked
about a forever
that would never become
for it was as impossible
as a lasting january rain
(suddenly,
hail,
ice falling,
with tremendous force.
your friend lent me
his cowboy hat.)
did you know
i was miserable
wanted to turn around
so
cold
(so naive,
i thought your love
would lend me it's warmth.)
i should have known then
we were destined to
fall
fall like
the january rain.
does it ever hit you, out of the blue?
the question that rings loud in our hearts,
how much are we loved?
and do you know the answer?
because it's really incredible.
it makes me weep, late at night.
i tremble in awe.
when it hits me, really hits me...
then i am overcome.
i am so loved,
He died for me, to know salvation.
to know true love,
so that one day i might conquer death.
do you know how loved you are?
because i do. and i pray that one day
you will know it too.
OKAY HELP PLEASE
Hello all, glad you're (hopefully) here!! I have writing muse (so, so much) but I have some serious focus problems. So, I need some help.
Which of the following sounds more hopeful/ cool/ readable?
* STORY - Group of children with medically-induced powers fighting a system where they are all locked away together following war. PLOT POINTS - One handsome love triangle. One tragic Cinderella story. A couple of heartbreaking deaths.
OR
* SCRIPT - A girl set up in an arranged marriage in the near future is sent to a ritzy hotel/ cafe to meet her to-be-husband. Only when she arrives, she finds the place to be the loca
do you remember
that walk in the rain
(rain,
in january,
in canada?
unheard of.)
the bitter cold
our breath mingling
rising as one
into the frigid midnight air
(you held my hand,
because it was going numb.)
how we laughed and talked
about a forever
that would never become
for it was as impossible
as a lasting january rain
(suddenly,
hail,
ice falling,
with tremendous force.
your friend lent me
his cowboy hat.)
did you know
i was miserable
wanted to turn around
so
cold
(so naive,
i thought your love
would lend me it's warmth.)
i should have known then
we were destined to
fall
fall like
the january rain.
does it ever hit you, out of the blue?
the question that rings loud in our hearts,
how much are we loved?
and do you know the answer?
because it's really incredible.
it makes me weep, late at night.
i tremble in awe.
when it hits me, really hits me...
then i am overcome.
i am so loved,
He died for me, to know salvation.
to know true love,
so that one day i might conquer death.
do you know how loved you are?
because i do. and i pray that one day
you will know it too.
OKAY HELP PLEASE
Hello all, glad you're (hopefully) here!! I have writing muse (so, so much) but I have some serious focus problems. So, I need some help.
Which of the following sounds more hopeful/ cool/ readable?
* STORY - Group of children with medically-induced powers fighting a system where they are all locked away together following war. PLOT POINTS - One handsome love triangle. One tragic Cinderella story. A couple of heartbreaking deaths.
OR
* SCRIPT - A girl set up in an arranged marriage in the near future is sent to a ritzy hotel/ cafe to meet her to-be-husband. Only when she arrives, she finds the place to be the loca
i have
thirty three
pills.
strong ones.
they live in my closet,
tucked away quietly;
until the nighttime falls
when they awaken.
then they whisper,
they haunt.
they tell me
that with
thirty three
of them, all in
the same room...
... i could easily
end it all.
never thought
i'd be poppin'
pills.
but then,
here we are.
depression - emotional series pt 2 by rhyth-la, literature
Literature
depression - emotional series pt 2
DEPRESSION
like a quiet tide on the
undiscovered beach
waves crash
they ebb
waves crash
they ebb
all the while
the great, bustling world
moves on in great splendor
uninterested, unaware.
waves crash
they ebb
inside of me
the tide rises
the pressure builds
my heart breaks
as they crash and they slam,
as if against the cliffside.
i didn't ask for this.
i never thought i would drown inside myself. i never once imagined, as a child, that i would turn out this way. i thought i would be beautiful, free, happy & lively. how could you know, right? how could you ever guess that one day you would wake up inside an invariable black hol
anxiety - emotional series pt 1 by rhyth-la, literature
Literature
anxiety - emotional series pt 1
ANXIETY
it's a quiet sort of conquest,
when fear, apprehension & dread all meet.
when it begins, there's only a nervous pulsing
running through your veins, out of control
like you might be sort of drunk.
but then the beast wakens inside of you,
like a hive of angry hornets, stirring in their nest.
they are alive inside you, jostling in your stomach,
stinging & knotting within.
they fly upwards-- your heart begins to pound madly,
for it's being crowded, pressed in upon by the horror
that is the mass of furious hornets.
they fly up upwards-- your throat closes off,
you're choking on your own words, finding breath is
nearly im
when i look in the mirror
i see three hundred eighty four pounds of
bulky, unappealing mass.
i see a girl with dead eyes
and pain in her smile.
i see, in brief glimpses,
the possibility of beauty.
but the darkness within reaches
covers my eyes
chokes me
i gag at my own reflection.
how can i ever imagine
anyone would want to be around me
ever again
when i cannot even be around myself.