Newest Deviations
-Looking In-I walk, talk, breathe and I believe I’m convinced that I am solid. But underneath my surface-Looking In-
The cracks begin to creak and yawn, They open wide, swallow me up.
And turn my insides into outs.
I cave in on myself and I don’t, I don’t know, I don’t see, I don’t hear the rumble start. Cracking up. Breaking down. Scattering pieces along the way. How will I know what to do When the truth starts pouring out? How can you sit and watch As the picture starts to clear? How can you stare revelation in the eye? How am I ever suppose to sleep agai
by ~ania
-Emotional SuicideI don't want to feel this anymore.-Emotional Suicide
I don't want to wake up scared, Feeling alone is getting old.
Pushing through this life, Bumping into chaos. No matter who you are
This pain crashes into you.
I want to give it away, I want it to leave completely. Why can't I commit, Emotional suicide?
Free myself of this fear, Get rid of the anxiety. Maybe then I could sleep Without waking up tired. I just want to be at peace. I don't want to feel anymore.
Elbow my way through the crowd. I can't say a word, It hurts to even bre
by ~ania
Peace, Or the Lack ThereofI sit and bask in this dead or dying world And wonder why it is we can't have peace. When it comes to me, but not in sudden, sharp realization Because it's always been there, underneath, steadily implied. Peace. What would we do with it? There would be no more excuses to do what it is That starts us screaming. What we try to cast off in sleep When curl in on our bodies, Digging cresent moons in our palms. What we push away in the day, Blinking hard into our fists, Waiting for a distraction. The perfect opportunity to start again. I have to write this allPeace, Or the Lack Thereof
by ~ania
These Pieces...I feel disconnected. I can’t feel anything,These Pieces...
It’s right there in front of me And somehow it’s too far away. I just can’t reach out, I just can’t find the way. I’m out of touch.
I’m trying to put these pieces together, None seem to fit. I’m too many people, To be just one person. I can’t find the way.
These pieces pulse in and out of existence. Can’t hold on to them, I can’t find the way. There is nothing here, Nothing I can touch. No one can touch.
by ~ania
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- Current Residence: Wherever I'm not
- Interests: I'm here aren't I?
- Favourite movie: Boondock Saints was great
- Favourite band or musician: Just one?
- Favourite genre of music: How can ya choose?
- Favourite artist: I like a lot of things.
- Favourite poet or writer: What's with this "favourites" shit?
- Favourite photographer: meh
- Favourite style of art: stopping now.
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Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion
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Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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