Jump off the cliff, cut your wrist
Do what you gotta do to make it at ease
They Keep telling me these noises inside
When it's all blurry, no where to hide
Tention build inside my
head
Trying to escape the darkness ahead
Numb your soul drug it down
Like every kid in the town
There is no biggie it's just this once
My mind tells me to cut my arms
"Free me" " free me" shouts outloud
Gloomy dark like the rain cloud
Deep with in me i hear it's sound
My soul trapped in my own blood
It hurts too much....Cut is the key
A little sting won't stop me
I close my eyes i let it free
For the relive i let it be
As the blade press across my skin
As my mind marks blood as "seen"
Instant joy hits my body
Cutting is my remedy.
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Do what you gotta do to make it at ease
They Keep telling me these noises inside
When it's all blurry, no where to hide
Tention build inside my
head
Trying to escape the darkness ahead
Numb your soul drug it down
Like every kid in the town
There is no biggie it's just this once
My mind tells me to cut my arms
"Free me" " free me" shouts outloud
Gloomy dark like the rain cloud
Deep with in me i hear it's sound
My soul trapped in my own blood
It hurts too much....Cut is the key
A little sting won't stop me
I close my eyes i let it free
For the relive i let it be
As the blade press across my skin
As my mind marks blood as "seen"
Instant joy hits my body
Cutting is my remedy.
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My first Post here; it's from 2015.
#ShortStory #love #Shadowfall #review #everyone
Winter's Mercy
The area lay tranquil. Not the slightest breeze was to disturb the white masses. Soft hills had taken over the landscape and still more of the white stars kept falling, dancing from the sky. Their descend was beauty, a movement with grace, slow enough one could think time was defied. And, protected by a blanket of white, the scene lay in utter silence. No noise, no sound, no breath dared to raise its voice..... but one.
The soft beating of a little heart vibrated in her ears. Cold air filled those tiny lungs, exhaled in white clouds. Her mere presence disturbed this peaceful place. The small figure interrupted a smooth fall, even destroyed the pretty stars made of snow on her skin. Warmth was the enemy of this place.
Each step she took, her bare feet left tiny imprints on the snow. Very slowly, they disappeared, coped by the steady settling of more icy stars. Who was this person to dare and set foot into such a hostile place?
Her skin was exposed to the piercing cold. A minor textile, far too thin and barely able to be called a dress, was the only cloth she wore. Her fragile body was already at the point past shivering. It had given up to tremble and try to warm itself. She couldn't feel her toes anymore and her fingers had taken on a hue of blue. Each step was hard as her flesh struggled, yet, a stubborn mind carried her on. She'd barely seen nineteen winters; this seemed the coldest. As the struggle to lift her left leg grew almost unbearable, she dropped onto her knees. Icy claws digged into her lower legs. Her dress was soaked by melted snow and frozen to a stiff armour upon her figure by now. Others would have been dead already. It wouldn't take long for the cold to defeat her as well. Life was like warmth seeping out of her petite figure with every heartbeat, every painful breath. She pushed herself onto her legs again, pulling herself up. Just as hope ignited, just as the image was given she could go on, her legs gave in on her weight. Face first, she hit the snow. It cussioned her fall whilst crawling into mouth and nose. There was no air, no oxygen reached her lungs. The ice held her in its grasp..... there was nothing. Why was she even here? Why had she left the house with its warm fires? Why had she done what seemed nothing but retarded? And then, she remembered again. With immense effort, she brought herself into an upright position, getting rid of the snow in her face.
A single tear escaped the edge of her left eye. The sparkling drop slowly ran down her face, leaving a trail of ice...until it froze upon her pale cheek. A crown of white lay on her hair. The ginger color might still be guessable, but droplets of molten water had given them a darker shade. A strange feeling below her palm caught her attention. There was something like ice below the white blanket, ice and frozen clothes. Robotic movements parted the white crystals to allow her to peek below. A frozen puddle of blood, a frozen piece of clothes, a frozen body was revealed. A warm feeling spread in her chest... she had not failed.....she'd made it!
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Winter's Mercy
The area lay tranquil. Not the slightest breeze was to disturb the white masses. Soft hills had taken over the landscape and still more of the white stars kept falling, dancing from the sky. Their descend was beauty, a movement with grace, slow enough one could think time was defied. And, protected by a blanket of white, the scene lay in utter silence. No noise, no sound, no breath dared to raise its voice..... but one.
The soft beating of a little heart vibrated in her ears. Cold air filled those tiny lungs, exhaled in white clouds. Her mere presence disturbed this peaceful place. The small figure interrupted a smooth fall, even destroyed the pretty stars made of snow on her skin. Warmth was the enemy of this place.
Each step she took, her bare feet left tiny imprints on the snow. Very slowly, they disappeared, coped by the steady settling of more icy stars. Who was this person to dare and set foot into such a hostile place?
Her skin was exposed to the piercing cold. A minor textile, far too thin and barely able to be called a dress, was the only cloth she wore. Her fragile body was already at the point past shivering. It had given up to tremble and try to warm itself. She couldn't feel her toes anymore and her fingers had taken on a hue of blue. Each step was hard as her flesh struggled, yet, a stubborn mind carried her on. She'd barely seen nineteen winters; this seemed the coldest. As the struggle to lift her left leg grew almost unbearable, she dropped onto her knees. Icy claws digged into her lower legs. Her dress was soaked by melted snow and frozen to a stiff armour upon her figure by now. Others would have been dead already. It wouldn't take long for the cold to defeat her as well. Life was like warmth seeping out of her petite figure with every heartbeat, every painful breath. She pushed herself onto her legs again, pulling herself up. Just as hope ignited, just as the image was given she could go on, her legs gave in on her weight. Face first, she hit the snow. It cussioned her fall whilst crawling into mouth and nose. There was no air, no oxygen reached her lungs. The ice held her in its grasp..... there was nothing. Why was she even here? Why had she left the house with its warm fires? Why had she done what seemed nothing but retarded? And then, she remembered again. With immense effort, she brought herself into an upright position, getting rid of the snow in her face.
A single tear escaped the edge of her left eye. The sparkling drop slowly ran down her face, leaving a trail of ice...until it froze upon her pale cheek. A crown of white lay on her hair. The ginger color might still be guessable, but droplets of molten water had given them a darker shade. A strange feeling below her palm caught her attention. There was something like ice below the white blanket, ice and frozen clothes. Robotic movements parted the white crystals to allow her to peek below. A frozen puddle of blood, a frozen piece of clothes, a frozen body was revealed. A warm feeling spread in her chest... she had not failed.....she'd made it!
Sometimes to win Big outside,
we have to lose several battles inside.
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I tried to modify it so it may sound realistic.
we have to lose several battles inside.
#yourreview
I tried to modify it so it may sound realistic.
The walls are yellow
As the moon shines in a different colour tonight
Etching and scratching on the walls
Two lovers reminisce
And I look out of the window and see the white clouds, visible in the night sky like pretentious shadows
The universe appears to move slower
The yellow Gulmohar has acquaintance
And I for one don't
Melancholicly I will sing tonight, like the nightingale, and I will mark myself for her
For her, I will go outside and hack our names on the wide bark and wait
Till she hears my song and finally becomes mine;the moon changes colour
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As the moon shines in a different colour tonight
Etching and scratching on the walls
Two lovers reminisce
And I look out of the window and see the white clouds, visible in the night sky like pretentious shadows
The universe appears to move slower
The yellow Gulmohar has acquaintance
And I for one don't
Melancholicly I will sing tonight, like the nightingale, and I will mark myself for her
For her, I will go outside and hack our names on the wide bark and wait
Till she hears my song and finally becomes mine;the moon changes colour
#poem #review #Review #ritwikahlawat
As good as bad
For a reason
there is positive beside negative,
We have X and Y,
Do you know why there is why ?
Why don't we fly ?
Is it because we are attached ?
Or we are detached
from love ?
Some are wealthy
as there are poor.
There is a variation
consistently
as white as black,
as good as bad.
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For a reason
there is positive beside negative,
We have X and Y,
Do you know why there is why ?
Why don't we fly ?
Is it because we are attached ?
Or we are detached
from love ?
Some are wealthy
as there are poor.
There is a variation
consistently
as white as black,
as good as bad.
#poem #review #everyone #K_Mohan
THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN MAKKAH AND MADINAH. AND
THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE MAKKAH AND MADINAH LIVING IN THEM.
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THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE MAKKAH AND MADINAH LIVING IN THEM.
#Review #random #firstonehere
Who is Good?
Skin of old,
Skin of newborn
Alike.
I use skin to create
Of nothing less
but human.
What I make,
is wonder
and dreams.
And here I sit,
my ink your blood,
my paper your unborn.
Yet, there you stand
with greedy eyes,
still asking for more.
#prosa #review #Shadowfall
Skin of old,
Skin of newborn
Alike.
I use skin to create
Of nothing less
but human.
What I make,
is wonder
and dreams.
And here I sit,
my ink your blood,
my paper your unborn.
Yet, there you stand
with greedy eyes,
still asking for more.
#prosa #review #Shadowfall
I'm drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come.
I'm tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist.
Not having played
the game of chess
I'm already the checkmate.
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I'm already drunk.
Not having entered
the battlefield
I'm already wounded and slain.
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality.
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not.
#review #poem #rumi
in the flood
which has yet to come.
I'm tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist.
Not having played
the game of chess
I'm already the checkmate.
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I'm already drunk.
Not having entered
the battlefield
I'm already wounded and slain.
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality.
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not.
#review #poem #rumi