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Malignant Manipulator
The figure had a lonely aura about itself. Something about it weighed on your charachter. You willingly relinquished parts of yourself in hopes to nurture the overwhelming darkness that the stranger seemed to carry. As your mind opened to the new acquaintanceship the insecurities and fears that were once held by the apparition influenced their way into your esteem. As the light diminished from you...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 8:04 am
The opposition
Its federal. Can't open my mouth so i plead the fifth.
Nerve racking, I cant believe I did that, on foot to foot I shift.
Looking around, I wonder if they'll notice? Telling myself I need to refocus.
Don't figet and keep ignoring their pries, say that I don't know anything, don't let them see the flashbacks, the tears in my eyes.
They're federal. The opposition that'll make your life e...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 7:59 am
Mind games
Thank you for playing the game called life,
Quite shaming that nothing has turned out right. Even from the beginning things played out bad. With wrong choices and people, everyone knew you weren't going to last.
Love and loyalty failed you, friendships turned, family was no longer real. I guess we could call you an experiment; putting you through the wringer and then setting you free.
Al...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 7:50 am
unexpected
i bet you didnt expect to be doing drugs
i bet you didnt expect to give your sister one last hug
it wasnt expected that youd die and come back
and it wasnt foretold that on your face youd fall flat
nothing was planned to downfall, nor did you think that people would break down your walls
but it happened, your innocence was taken
and your faith in god was shaken because your actio...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 10:45 am
N/A
never had a dad had to grow up fast, couldnt get over it so i live in the past
lonely and troubled i felt all alone, with little happiness, depression was shown
i fell into violence, drugs were upcoming, nothing felt better than the way that they were numbing
into trouble is what i always got, in and out of facilities, the recovery i fought
four years and my memory is grey, im always j...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 10:19 am
after party
there's no one here but me, bottles all around, the music's faded it's a melancholy sound
party streamers on the floor, the room drenched in drugs and sadness
it's hazy and in reality, you aren't glad this...
EVER happened
at first, it all seemed fun and you were happy at the time
now they're disappointed, now you want more, now you're back down the mountain you took so long to clim...
Thursday 31st October 2019 3:58 pm
What it does
Suspicious, are you paranoid? You smoked too much, what are you trying to avoid? Cautious, why? No one's talking to but to the air you reply. Watching, looking all around. Seeing those shadows we don't, in the background. Edgy you're tweaking. You ask for drugs, what are you seeking? In a hole six feet under I see, it's gone unhealthy, beyond the point of carefree.
Tuesday 29th October 2019 11:21 pm
goodbyes
Deleted the dealer. Threw put the pills.
Used the rest of my money for unpaid bills.
Cut off the friends. Got myself clean.
Mentally ready but physically a fiend.
Going to meetings. Trying to talk.
The constant urge to do dope I have to block
I don't really care, but at the same time, I do.
Hopefully, at some point, the right answer will breakthrough.
Monday 28th October 2019 9:40 pm
Drunk
The words you speak you don't mean to slur, you think you know what you're saying but it's all a blur. Missing the way things used to be, but crying at the cost of living; it's no longer free. Wanting more 'n more but you have to quit. Sadly it's your only coping skill to make you forget. You drink and you drink but now you're just sick, after four years you'd think that'd it'd click. Never does t...
Sunday 27th October 2019 6:21 pm
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