Most no one will even notice it by BlueSomnium, literature
Literature
Most no one will even notice it
It is starting to feel like that again
Like nothing quite feels real
And I am struggling to maintain that
The things under fingers tips that feel
Like solid things make sense
But certainties feel like they are cascading
Into the opposite direction
Away from where my feet are landing;
I was always so imaginative
Never quite tethered to the ground
It feels like the weight is fading
Ounce by ounce and pound by pound
The lack of sleep is coming back
Not sleeping enough was always a fear
Because sleep always grounded me
Always made things around me feel more near
I feel sleepless now
Me without sleep is kind of frightening
It all starts to ble
you are cold
riddled with thousands of beads
of warmth
I want to see every color
inside of you, [to] reach the edges
and realize there is no edge
to become lost.
Surrounded, [smothered], suffocated inside
inside any blackness
I want to turn desert
worlds into oceans, to
sink seeds into fertile soil and
watch blossoms expand
from the patience of
[finger tips]
soaked in {love}
His eyes' lids fluttered, the sun had begun coming up slowly over the horizon in the distance. It had just finally reached him, and the fingers of his hand craned out toward it. It was too late to regret, too late to forget all the wonders of the world that had fallen upon his eyes, or upon his skin and even his ears rejoiced. As the sun began to expand over the horizon, the pools of light caught the corners of his eyes and there was a blinding whiteness for a moment. He closed his eyes.
He could remember sitting under an apple tree in the middle of spring. Above him dangled red globes of dappled sweetness, tiny spheres and he imagined
Neon green hue, it ripples through the water and climbs along the walls. White-washed lime jade shapes spread along pallid skin, stealing away from the surface of creme, much like a butterflies wings. Except she has eyes the color of carefully sculpted, sliced jade-stone. Her white hair snipped short, looks like a mistake; the sculpted width of her shoulders, the muscled surface of her arms down to the ends of long stretched pillar like fingers. The frayed ends of white, dancing driftingly above the green eyes, bangs playing, terracing the steps to the edge of a world that lays only inside the soul beyond the only doors that go where road
Most no one will even notice it by BlueSomnium, literature
Literature
Most no one will even notice it
It is starting to feel like that again
Like nothing quite feels real
And I am struggling to maintain that
The things under fingers tips that feel
Like solid things make sense
But certainties feel like they are cascading
Into the opposite direction
Away from where my feet are landing;
I was always so imaginative
Never quite tethered to the ground
It feels like the weight is fading
Ounce by ounce and pound by pound
The lack of sleep is coming back
Not sleeping enough was always a fear
Because sleep always grounded me
Always made things around me feel more near
I feel sleepless now
Me without sleep is kind of frightening
It all starts to ble
you are cold
riddled with thousands of beads
of warmth
I want to see every color
inside of you, [to] reach the edges
and realize there is no edge
to become lost.
Surrounded, [smothered], suffocated inside
inside any blackness
I want to turn desert
worlds into oceans, to
sink seeds into fertile soil and
watch blossoms expand
from the patience of
[finger tips]
soaked in {love}
His eyes' lids fluttered, the sun had begun coming up slowly over the horizon in the distance. It had just finally reached him, and the fingers of his hand craned out toward it. It was too late to regret, too late to forget all the wonders of the world that had fallen upon his eyes, or upon his skin and even his ears rejoiced. As the sun began to expand over the horizon, the pools of light caught the corners of his eyes and there was a blinding whiteness for a moment. He closed his eyes.
He could remember sitting under an apple tree in the middle of spring. Above him dangled red globes of dappled sweetness, tiny spheres and he imagined
Neon green hue, it ripples through the water and climbs along the walls. White-washed lime jade shapes spread along pallid skin, stealing away from the surface of creme, much like a butterflies wings. Except she has eyes the color of carefully sculpted, sliced jade-stone. Her white hair snipped short, looks like a mistake; the sculpted width of her shoulders, the muscled surface of her arms down to the ends of long stretched pillar like fingers. The frayed ends of white, dancing driftingly above the green eyes, bangs playing, terracing the steps to the edge of a world that lays only inside the soul beyond the only doors that go where road
I feel you looking in through the crack of my door,
You never hesitate to walk right in.
I hear you sliding across my bed room floor,
I feel you look at me with not a smile, but a grin.
What are you and why am I who you adore?
I feel you breathing over my bed,
I feel the temperature drop as you cover me with your touch
I hear you ever day, pounding your sounds into my head,
I hate you yet I cling to you like a crutch.
Who are you to take my feelings like a eraser takes away led?
Why can't you just leave me alone?
Let me be and set me free.
I'm not your toy, your child nor drone,
You close my eyes every time I try to see.
Why do try to m
Two-fathers Yet I'm Dad-less. by SteveTheRock, literature
Literature
Two-fathers Yet I'm Dad-less.
How dare you mention this to me!
Why is our life this constant war?
How dare you blame me for your own stupidity,
I'm not a disloyal, a slut or a whore.
How dare you call him my "dad"
He is NOTHING, but my sperm donor!
How dare you say this can't make me sad.
You can't blame me for your mistakes while you were a stoner.
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment being someone else's kid,
I'm sorry YOU weren't there for my mother
I'm sorry, I thought I was over this, but in the back of my mind it hid.
I'm sorry she was lonely and went for another.
How could I be so stupid, I'm sorry.
He may be my father, but he left and forgot her.
I don't look
You say I'm attractive, lovable, adored
And you say I'm worth it all,
Worth the pain and conflict, but maybe this has to go ignored.
But can you ignore the rain?
I am like a rain drop, perfectly created falling into a world of corruption
Beautiful, yes. But I'm just like all the others
Falling from my "normal" not knowing that down is our only direction
Yes, sometimes we break, and crash into one another
But why should that destroy our once perfection?
I am like a rain drop falling identical to all the other drops that surround me,
so what makes me different, special or worth it?
When another could just come and destroy everything we coul
People say it's so hard for me not to love things,
but I see the best, everyone helps me make something beautiful of this world. Like a sky.
Everyone has something good about themselves and they all have stuff they try to hide,
But hiding is pointless for I like everything about you.
You say you're feeling stupid, but I think you're amazing.
I like everything about you.
I love it all.
All the times you call me "miss"
You're not too short nor too tall.
I don't want to give up on this
Because I love it all.
All the "hi's" and stupid butterflies.
It takes a lot to break down the things I hide behind-my protection.
Maybe, right now, you're not
I'm like a boat without a sail.
I could be sailing freely, but I'm stuck with no where to go.
I'm like an endless leak.
I'm your annoying unfixable sink.
I'm like a cloudy night.
I could be beautiful, but I'm out of sight.
I'm like a quater glued to the ground.
I could be worth a lot, but I'm not going anywhere.
I'm like an old T-shirt.
I pleased you for awhile, until you found something better.
I'm like a shooting star.
I could be amazing while you see me, but then I'll just be gone. Merely something you once saw.
I'm like a test score.
I could be excellent when you get me, but eventually forgotten.
I'm like a guitar string.
You can p