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This was me all weekend, though I did finish a chapter on Friday so at least I got that to brag about
how did everyone else do?
Writing my first book has been anything but easy. And I still got a lot to learn, but #hiddentruthsseries has truly been a draining and wonderful experience. Being my first English book I know it won’t be perfect when I finally get it edited and send to editor and the likes. But it’s been in the works for years now and I still love the characters as much as the first time I wrote it. ⠀
When your anxiety tells you you just wrote a trash chap and the more you look at it you feel like it’s true gotta remember it’s only a draft or I’m gonna yeet myself out the window after my pc..
I made a meme
Just made myself a author twitter if anyone is interested in following
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There is a maiden
running around
with a cylinder
and she is wearing pants
head held high
going straight towards a goal
carriages make a sudden stop
kids look curiously
the police are on their way
I stop and stare
and smile
wondering why
everybody else seems to care
-mayapoetbe
strangers dancing on tongue
twirling with delight
beating to devilish drums
sweet to bitter back to sweet, one two one
no in between — no other routine
here, then there, then here
swift, trodding by air
begging for touch to not
burn this time but to
intertwine and find me at
the bottom of the glass or
your throat
hate never fumed in me as much as it has since i last saw you
dead weeds ripped from my roots and the hate swooped through
transplanted and bloomed all ready to weave around like your noose
it attracts all toxic traits, greed and rage
consuming its prey, there is no dying light only a blinding one
i cannot go gentle, i cannot go at all
rage, rage, there is no good night
only hate eats
and love breathes steadily,
then falls asleep
on your chest
where nothing beats.
poison remains in my eyes
because you’re forever not in sight
but i cut hate’s stem now and again
hoping you’ll revisit and make your amneds
or that this revival will
somehow mend the wounds of hate,
so my soul could breathe again
“As soon as I said it aloud, my chest caved in and all that was in my heart spilled and created my passage of suffering.”
- c.c // when i said you are gone
eyes weary
heart shaking
i see through the glass ceiling you’ve placed me under,
a lie telling me i’m capable of being the sun —
there’s no chance i could compare
when i remain enclosed in fear
to loosen my grip on my mind
because i know it would lie too
and tell me it’s my time to go
somewhere some fascinate,
somewhere you may hibernate.
wash us away and
like your body we sway
in and out of earthly light
then into travesties of night
i want to know how it is like to die,
maybe that would put me by your side
“Look down the bottles neck and you’ll see what your life has been.”
- c.c
“Madness swarmed my soul then turned it into gold.”
- c.c
„I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. I hope you fall in love with being alive again”
„Somebody asked me if I knew you. A million memories flash through my mind, but I just smiled and said I used to.”
„There’s too many things inside my head. It leads me to the point where I question it all. Everything. Is that pain worth it. I can see the hope though. I hope that one day, these thoughts will be gone and I can finally smell the happiness, touch it and hear it. That hope keeps me going. The only thing that left.”
— healerorkiller
You are beautiful. Yes, you. I mean it, you’re incredibly beautiful and I hope you see that too.
“There are too many broken hearts, so much hate, so many people that feel like dying. Everyone can make an impact. Be nice. Tell the pretty girl that you just passed that she looks beautiful, she might be going home to take care of her drunk parent. Be nice to the homeless man and ask if he needs something from the store. You never know why he’s at this state right now. Respect others, don’t be rude to this young waiter. He might take this job to help his mother to pay bills. One word or one action can change everything. Start today, be nice. You really can make world the better place. You have the power.”
— healerorkiller
You don’t know how hard I try and how much I care. I am passionate. I give all I have. I am sorry that you can’t see that. One day someone’s going to appreciate.
