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Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.

Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.

I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut
Cold Blooded Lovers"What if I told you...I still loved you?" She confessed.

His eyes, closed while his throat twitched with laughter.
"Who could ever love a girl like you? You were the worst
decision of my life! You don't know how long I've waited
to tell you that!" His lips, dry from the heartless yelling
lead to his back facing her.

A grin crept across her drenched mouth before a deep sigh
slithered out. "Who could ever love a girl like me?
You're right. Who could? After all, it was you who
created this? You made sure no one else could love me?
Made damn sure that I would be convinced you could
only love me." Once again, that deep breath escaped
her lips
Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l
I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th
I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,
Important   You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
    For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
    Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
    Find your beauty. N
CrookedThere is an old nursery rhyme that tells us about the Crooked Man, and everything he had was crooked. I ask how one could live...live a crooked life. How could someone that is broken...stay in a broken house...surround himself with crooked things? I am my own crooked man, and I can give you the answer. You cannot live a crooked, broken life. Your soul, flesh, and bone may live, but you as a person cannot. Day by day, crooked events envelope you deeper...deeper...deeper into darkness. Crookedness is a demon that twists you...warps you...but it does not cause your pain. Some of us...some of us are destined for crookedness. I've led my life alon
Free write 2As I lay down in the field of grass, I look up at the sky and smile. The clouds passed by with the wind so elegently. At last I was a peace...

"I'm so happy that you're finally free Ellothar! Now we can live happily...the three of us..." Alice said.

"No more troubles or family issues, we can all be finally free." Rachel continued.

I just sighed and continued to look up at the sky.

"Yeah...were finally free..."

This is just a dream though, sadly this may never come true...in my current situation I'm really banged up. I'm a very badly banged up wind up toy. Seven months of my life were wasted...I learned this about a week ago. Thankfully t
SometimesSometimes, you feel like giving up. In your mind, you had given up all hope and all that’s left to do is to quietly disappear in a corner. Perhaps you didn’t have enough courage to continue moving on; afraid of failure, you stand still in the road called life, unsure of what to do next. Fear of being unable to stop what’s going to happen next, fear of being unable to prevent that same mishap from happening again, fear of falling again after that one thousand failures. Because of that fear, you’re moving further from me.

“Now all I want to do is forget this ever happened. Forget it all, go to sleep, and never wak
If OnlyIf only you could understand the depths to which I hate myself; like a maniac bottled inside a cage with barbed wire around his throat. If only you could see the blood I've shed, bottled up and buried with the last remnants of my being, just to stop offending your eyes. If only you could fathom the horrors these two eyes have lived; so potent in the night, rendering me sleepless still. If only you could feel the fire burning in my chest; the relentless yearning transfixed behind thick walls of flesh. If only you could touch the longing; so desperate, like a fish that swims through sewers, calling out behind dark corners; begging for another l
The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what
A Stand for Sexuality.I’ve been waiting a while to get the chance and write this just to put it out there and try and make a difference. First of all;

Definition of Homosexual:
adjective
(of a person) sexually attracted to people of one's own sex.
• involving or characterized by sexual attraction between people of the same sex: homosexual desire.
noun
a person who is sexually attracted to people of their own sex.

Definition of Homophobia:
noun
an extreme and irrational aversion to homosexuality and homosexual people.

Now I guarantee that so many people who are homophobic or are uncomfortable with homosexuals, bisexuals, or anyone that is not hetero
Twisted SmilesI stand here looking at the cloudy sky above me. It smiles its most maniacal smiles and laughs as rain begins to pour from the murky heavens. I simply stare into the rain and begin to smile back.

It is my most delirious smile, full of mischief and laughter. The rain responds with a quiet gust of laughing wind. My twisted smile, it curves even further.

I take a deep breath and laugh, knowing that inside of this madness, that this is where I want to be. It is here where my heart desires to be, it is here where I belong, it is here where I am immersed in this sunken abyss.

The raven with his call of laughter, he never seemed so loud. Even in
Blame and TrustNo one really thinks about it when they pick up the knife,

“Yo-ho! I’m here, the party can start now baby!” a girl with dark brown hair, it could be easily be mistaken as black in shadows. In truth there was a faint violent tang to it from her most recent hair-dye. She wore a black tank top and blue jeans there were broken on the knees. A black wrist band and her hair was clipped up making it spike and bounce with each step. Her shoes were black but had a white stripe on the very bottom. She also wore a dark azure ring on the opposite hand, around her middle finger. The way her right side of her face was a long thick hair l
Pre and Post Routine"Cut, cut, cut my skin
Take my pain away.
Quickity, quickity, quickity, quick
I wash it down the drain.

Now, now, let it bleed
Let them bleed away.
Soon, soon, they will heal
And scars they will be made."

I stood in front of the mirror, undressed with the shower on behind me. My face turned sour at my reflection making it all too easy to duck down and take the pencil sharpener blade from my pocket. Easily I could see the marks where my too-tight-bra would grip and began slicing inside those lines.

At first they weren't deep enough. Then I pressed harder and cut wildly on my side, back, the side of and underneath my breast, and then low in
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The Burden of The Beating

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There exists a fate worse than death; that is life. O what a torturous thing it is; where brutality lurks in every aspect of breathing—of beating. The thumping is a ticking clock. It is a constant reminder of time; reassurance in that life does, indeed, have an end. Eventually, the breathing will cease, and the bloody countdown of the drumming will be done. One day it'll all be over. In time, the suffering proves only temporary. Alas! Until the very end, we're doomed to endure the daily pain associated with being. Living on this dying planet is cruel and unusual punishment. Bigotry, hatred, violence, envy and evil linger everywhere imaginable. There is no escape. There is nothing to alleviate, but a fatal bullet, noose or gash. No way out but this. Survival is worse than death. The burden of the beating will continue, until the pulse and pain, thereafter, subside in turn.

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Well, I wrote this when someone told me to write out my feelings and thoughts on the world of today. The worst thing about it. Voila! Yeah...... not very otimistic... but true- through and through... I might use it as an intro to a story.... TONS of foreshadowing, hm?

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~blackfrost08 Nov 1, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Dark and beautiful.
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*SweetTeenageDreamer Oct 30, 2011
I really like this...strangely enough it makes me feel alot better, not so alone.
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~ForeverReid Oct 30, 2011
i enjoy writing things people can relate to ^^ i tried to avoid a too solemn tone.
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Mood: Delighted *SweetTeenageDreamer Oct 30, 2011
It is a wonderful piece!
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!tarrantandalice Oct 30, 2011
Wow....this is sadly true....
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~ForeverReid Oct 30, 2011
:iconsadnod: mmhm.... ^^; and if it seems emo, blame my recent addiction to Edgar Allan Poe.....

but you know.... living is what makes dying worth while... that way, achieving true perfection in heaven will seem even MORE amazing. :D That's the glass half full outlook at least.
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~ktleeper Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ohhh, love him sooo much ^_^
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~ForeverReid Jan 19, 2012
So do I! Edgar Allan Poe is my LIFE! Cask of Amontillado is my favorite Poe story.... Anabelle Lee is my favorite poem.... lol~ then there's The Raven. which is, ultimately, the best poem EVER.
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~ktleeper Jan 19, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Those are all EPIC poems, and stories! I'd have to say that I like The Raven best also, no surprise there, who doesn't? Though, I have to say that my favorite of his stories is The Murders in the Rue Morgue. That one if fantastic! My sister read it to me when I was 8, and it's just kinda stuck. . . lol. Have you read that one?
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~ForeverReid Jan 20, 2012
Oh yes!!! That one's really great! Though, I'm not sure what it was about The Cask of Amontillado...... but.... for some dark and twisted reason, when I had first read it, I found Montresor attractive... XD So.... That one, and.... The Tell-Tale Heart!!! I love that one too!
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