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Darkest Nights"Darkest Nights"

I'm looking out the window
Through the blinds and the shades
Waiting patiently for your return
But you won't be coming home today

Meanwhile these shadows
Continue haunting me
They've tried to snatch my soul
And bury it in the deep

Because the sun has gone down
This room has grown black
But it seems darker than normal
I want the light to come back

In fact this room is so dark
My body is starting to tremble
The shadows are reaching out
My nerves may disassemble

The absence of light
Enhances the echos of sound
I'm finding strength in silence
As I sink into the ground

So instead I close my eyes
Pretending I'm not here
Or r

Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.
As the infection of pain takes over.
I’m screaming to an empty room.
In it lays all my fears.

My eyes are filled with parasites.
Seeing nothing but black.
Which leaks it’s way into my heart.

Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.
Bugs clinging to my hair.
Nesting in my skin.

I have been contaminated.
By the sins of others.
Nobody can harm me now.
I have been contaminated
By the whispers of the heartless.

Reaching forth for some light.
It only seems to burn my skin.

My right eye has been removed.
And left with a hole.
Head spinning round’ and round.

Sitting in this dirty contaminated r

Follow MeI am death,
Glare into my eyes,
And prepare to die.
You have been living a lie,
Now you will have something to die for.
I'll get into your core,
The deepest part of you.
You will let me and I shall do,
So without any regrets.
I will haunt you every second, even in your sleep.
I will make sure you get no fucking peace.
It is the least,
I could do for you darling.
I'll get into your core,
The deepest part of you.
You will let me and I shall do,
So without any regrets.
My hidden beauty hypnotizes you,
And everyone else too.
So many tricks up my sleeve,
You wouldn't even believe,
Specially since you're too blind to see.
I'll get into your core,

The ocean and the nightMy songs were buried in sand,
leaving entrails of corals
that formed galaxies
in the cerulean waves of the sea
(thirsty nights of reefs
where stars turned
into the salt of the oceans
in the heavens).

And in those days,
you were my conch shell.

But I wasn't a siren, no-

I was chipped glass
that danced over rippled water
finding a lullaby
in the whispers crashing in the shores
(whose echoes reach the depth of the stars
in stark moonlight).

Storybook AddictionsI want you to love me as much as you do
the thorns in your side; seeds planted and
forgotten and bleeding cyclically.
when the swallowed night drowns and
drains darkness like a trickled lullaby, I want
to be the last thing in your dreams.

I want to be your mistake East of Eden, your lack
of redemption; when they tear apart your paper
flesh with metal claws, I want to be the one you
come crawling back to with bloodied knees.

[right now I am an empty vessel, unfulfilled
and metaphorically obsolete. I want to clear
my throat for once, without seeing the ashes
of my disease.]

I want to love you like a swansong;
breezes make your bones ach

My weekSoaked cheeks
Heavy sobs
Two booming voices
Turn to dead silence.

A sleepless night
Worried friends
A comforting cuddle
A reassuring text.

One sided conversations
Picture and no sound
A unspoken apology
A turn around.

A conversation
Even a smile
Normality is back
May it stay a while.

Be My SaviourShe says "I'm fine"
She means "I'm scared"

She cries silent tears
filled with the pain
that life inflicts
on her innocent soul

She suffers alone,
isolated by her thoughts
and has no one to comfort her
in her moments of despair
and to stop the rain from pouring
from those delicate hazel eyes

All she desires is to be loved
and to know that she
has someone who cares.
A savior to dry the tears
that betray her,
softly pouring from her eyes,
like silent pouring rain.

Then the eyes of hope,
radiating with light,
smiled upon her
A hand reached out
and pulled her from despair
into the clouds,
away from it all.

For the first time,
in a

PendulumThe pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

Click click click
the clock counts forward
simple five note tune
the hands striking forward

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
gently hitting the sides

Midnight tolls the tune
Opheliac dreams capture all
chanting in time with
click and clack of the tolling clock

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

fantasy images
sandstorm desolation
loveless fixation
hopeless beings

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

Breathless awakening
ring and chime of tolling cloc

Anthem of the Battered PublicAnthem of the Public

To the song of “Battle Hymn of the Republic”

I've seen the blood, the blood dripping down the noose,
I tried to talk you down but it really was no use,
You found it in yourself that great and terrible excuse,
But we all keep marching on.

Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory, what's it to ya?
Glory Glory, glad I knew ya,
And we'll all keep marching on.

The gray falling ashes will be covering our boots,
When the the world stops turning and we've blown out every fuse,
They'll say there’s no hope for us so set Anarchy loose,
But we'll all keep marching on.

Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory, what's

i can make you love mewriters,
what thoughts
do you bend in
these cathedral-ribs
shaking with leaves?
(self-conscious,
headache)

shopping neon
for
a sinner's devotion
or that boy
in the other aisle

(i hold your books
and stroke the pages,
suddenly frightened)

'excuse me'
they haven't arrived:
(that was forty-five
minutes ago)

blushing and
hoping no one notices
that i've read this
before
as i watch him
slip behind the counter

(i devised a plan to
volunteer on fridays
and trap him)

as i read
sentence three
for the fifteenth
time

overflowi tried to show you
all the broken bones
in the cupboard

all the cobwebs
underneath the staircase

all the schisms
and chasms
and chinks in my
a(r)mour

but
your finger touched my lips
in a curious sort of way
and you said
shh, darling,
don't say a word

none of that matters
anymore

so i tried
to shut away the
ghosts
but now they're out
and about
and coming for me

and i can't escape them
with my heart so chipped
and faded.

ResearchSome writers frequently delete browsing history.

BoxCan't smell the roses;
they do not grow well indoors.
I'm going insane.

Paradox of inequity.I gave my blood to be part from something,
I found myself being the shadow of nothing.

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Sleeping disorder

by ~Stori3s, Jan 30, 2013, 9:26:27 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?"

"Yes, that's because I'm never awake."

Sleeping disorderby ~Stori3s

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

©2013 ~Stori3s

Everything you read here is true.

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~angiee45 Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Clever.

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~hermafrodite Feb 1, 2013

yeah i wish i culd do that just sleep forever

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*4sauce4 Jan 30, 2013 Student Writer

Inception... ? XD

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Mood: Humor

~yantzeeBTC Jan 30, 2013

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~Cheery-Cherry Jan 30, 2013

i dont know but... Lol?

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~AznDramaFrk94 Jan 30, 2013

XD So if the person is never awake, isn't that conversation all a dream?

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~Avalonfang4 Jan 30, 2013

Interesting.

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