breath of dispair in Book of Lies.....
- July 23, 2015, 6:50 p.m.
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A radiant sadness has crept upon us. A prevailing wind of darkness, invisible but hinted in our words
A leprous stain on our inner flesh. It merits our attention yet we cure ourselves with words of dismay and fail to seek the cure.
Has our inner light been suffocated by the neverending flogging of our senses. Death, war, hate, unempathetic spinning ball of blood and waste. The light in our eyes has died.
pain begets pain.
fears are just life reactive
loving touch feels radioactive
nothing here to love or see
crowded room of only me
population six billion plus
screams heard.... zero.
I make myself pretty
I make myself fine
I dip me in chocolate
I taste pure divine
you lay down beside me
and make me to bed
and when I awaken
I wish I were dead
The ocean is warm this time of year. It’s alive they say. A living breathing organism. Its flesh rages but beneath there is life… that’s what they say anyway… maybe that’s me… raging, but something still alive underneath. Maybe
Last updated July 24, 2015
LoveSuicide ⋅ July 23, 2015
If only life were fixed in such a manner.
invisible ink LoveSuicide ⋅ July 23, 2015
the scars would only be on the outside and the inside could be healed forever....
LoveSuicide invisible ink ⋅ July 23, 2015
The insides are the only part that matters when it comes to healing, I've found.
invisible ink LoveSuicide ⋅ July 23, 2015
agreed
LoveSuicide invisible ink ⋅ July 23, 2015
So got any scars, ink?
Waiting For Sunrise ⋅ July 24, 2015
I love the shadowed, hole-like eyes of the second picture.
This entry hurts my heart somehow... broken into pieces and punctuated with powerful, haunting pictures, it reads like the fractured thoughts that creep the edges of our consciousness and breathe in the darkness...
invisible ink Waiting For Sunrise ⋅ July 24, 2015
bullseye....
As usual... exactly how I wanted it to read... rough, distorted, uneven chaotic distress....
Park Row Fallout ⋅ July 24, 2015
Really pulls at the heart. There's a lot here that is seen and experienced daily by too many. I'll confess, though, sentiments like this are what have always fueled my lingering White Knight Complex. I've always wanted to have the strength to take on people's pain for them, freeing them of it somehow. Sorry... just... stirred that up for some reason.
invisible ink Park Row Fallout ⋅ July 24, 2015
Never apologize for saying what you feel....
It is why we are all here
colojojo ⋅ July 25, 2015
Such beauty in your words
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Deleted user ⋅ July 25, 2015
I like the pictures except for the cuts, I think there's something to figure out inside to stop doing that, I hope that's not from you
invisible ink Deleted user ⋅ July 27, 2015
It is not...