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HugHer hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.
She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her
Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
El canto a la Luna sangrienta
En la penumbra moran los seres que esperan,
Año a año su señal.
Porque esta es la noche de la luna roja,
Esta es la noche ideal.
¡Que se oiga, les ordeno, que se oiga!
No habrá campesino sin temor.
Porque bajo esta luna roja,
Renacerá nuestro señor.
Nos manda el señor de capa negra,
Colmillos largos como bestia.
Nos manda el señor de embestidura.
Nos envía a causarles molestia.
Bajo los faroles ya nos encontramos.
Esta es una noche fatal.
Porque esta es la noche de la luna roja,
Y de vida no dejaremos señal.
eternalIt is a night of darkness, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their howls. The beautiful one
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
an eternal desire.
Her inky black hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.
Crepypasta #1 nunca te quedes solo parte 1hoy quiero compartirles mi historia paranormal, no se esactamente como termine donde estoy ahora, pero si que recuerdo como empezo todo...
en la media noche escuche unos ruidos extraños, mis padres no estaban en casa y mi hermano mayor estaba donde su mejor amigo, fuy a la cocina a ver si el ruido provenia de ahi y al momento escuche como si se hubiese roto una ventana fuy a ver y si, se partio la ventana fuy a mi cuarto y mi cama estaba desgarrada, mi ropa tirada en el piso, mi armario destruido y una de mis fotos totalmente destruida, en ese momento me empece a asustar de tal forma que estaba tan palido como una hoja de papel. Sali corriendo a la habitacion de mi hermano y busque su bate de baseball y fuy a mi habitacion de nuevo ahi al rato vi en la puerta una sombra , mi puerta se habria lentamente estaba paralizado del miedo, no sabia que hacer yluego una cara de demonio vino hacia mi, era horrible, se me salio un grito desgarrador, se acerco y pude visualizarlo mejor, sali
Lunar EclipseThe mouth of the moon speaks to soon
About everyone in the room
In a coven named voom
The coachman the cook and the green queens
Lunatics the moons aborigines
Talking about witches and amphetamines
The elliptical pattern of invisible eyes
Watchful fluid of magical skies
Different faces shine through dreams
Disfigured bodies tide to totem beams
A naked ritual thirteen figures
Inside the members listen to lectures
The mirror relaxes as the moon fluxes
Time to pay the coven taxes
Counting chairs anyone here
Only the moon can see everywhere
17.04.14 (c) [PMFP.]
LUPUS NIGER PUBLISHING (!)
Festering.I feel your flesh under my teeth.
I feel how your veins swell under your skin.
You are waiting for me to go in for the kill.
But I don‘t.
I wouldn‘t waste my time killing such a beautiful creature.
Yet you struggle making my teeth pierce your skin.
The sweet metallic taste of blood taints my mouth.
You whimper and I feel your breath grow shallow.
The screams in my mind grow louder.
The night grows darker.
And I’m suddenly alone.
Because you left me and I hold but a shell.
Your life was never mine to take.
But yet you took mine.
DarkFeeling these ashes move around you,
So you can't feel alive.
Feeling your death comming soon,
So you can't run now.
Fear these walls,
Fear my name.
I want you to lead me out of dark.
Dark and sad,
Silent and dead.
Please don't leave me here.
Laughing JackHe's in your dreams
And under your bed
Whispering sweet nothings
Inside of your head
With razor claws
And jagged teeth
Beware his jaws
And rainbow sweets
He has washed out clothes
Painted black and white
A pointed nose
That will give you a fright
You'd know this clown by his horrible laugh
He's the insanely crazed laughing jack!!!
crepypasta #1 nunca te quedes solo parte 2Por fin he salido de este lugar, ha pasado mucho tiempo desde aquel día.
He estado mucho tiempo en ese instituto ya tengo 18 años mi madre me a dado dinero sufuciente para comprarme una casa, la compre muy cerca de mi antugua casa, no me acordaba de aquel incidente cuando me mude fuy a mi antigua casa y recorde a el demonio escuche un ruido y no fuy porque sabia que era el demonio cuando encontre lo que buscaba, lo vi pasar esta vez era mas horrible que antes, me fuy a mi casa y llame a un exorcista y vino lo mas rapido posible ya que nunca habia escuchado una situacion como esta, bendijo la casa y para mi sorpresa el demonio se habia hido pero no sabiamos a donde...
Something in the airthere is something
in the air
a sweet smell
a Delicious taste
of your demise
there is something
dressed in black
a shadowy figure
a bearer of the forbidden
the forbidden lies told
hidden in your corpse
there is something
at 2 o'clock
a silver piercing
the blood goes out
and your dead
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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