In This Decorated Room, My Soul Murmurs A Prayer That At Least This Time, This Manufactured Happiness
In this decorated room, my soul murmurs a prayer that at least this time, this manufactured happiness can last more than just a nights sleep and that I can forget all of myself without coming back the next day for another glassed antidote.
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War has come. Where is my artillery? We have failed, drastically, to reach a truce with life. So now, let the war begin. I am not afraid.
Sometimes, my thoughts tangle me up, is this earth just a war between God and the gods, a battle for who claims the most souls in the end?
But then I tell myself, I’d rather be among those where Jesus is the Son, God is the Father, and the Holy Spirit walks beside me.
That is where I fight to belong.
If you think I need love, read me instead and dare to accept what you have seen on the crappy pages. Cram me I yearn to be known by not the world but you, the one who think I deserve some love.
They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved
that
kind of awkwardness.
she got to realize time to time, that she was a granite. She was a person never seen anywhere on this planet at least not in the places she had been too.
The Woman You Wanted Me to Be.
When I think back now,
I see how you abused me,
without pulling my hair,
without slamming my head against walls,
without forcing yourself on me.
But you broke me all the same.
You compared me to other women,
made me wear your favorite color
red when I hated it most
and
ordered me to paint my lips
for every walk i had
beside you.
Now that I remember,
I never lived freely with you.
It was exhausting,
it was toxic Fred.
Hell will remain a fantasy until it becomes a reality.
The birth of Christ
the rebirth of our hope
the rebirth of our endurance
the rebirth of a peacefull world
if only
atleast we do as
He told us to do
A merry Christmas to all of us
Alive.
Permanent Holes.
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
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