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Within the dark forest

A humid element and dense fog

Coating the perceived dark soil of my self

An uncured and unwilted earth

Too dense for a breath

In this hardened lump of clay

Uncultivatable since forever

A seed has been sown

The seed is of a need

Of a friendship and a love

Of germination

It belongs to a field

The soil is still set and hard

Tormented by torrents of rain and storm

Of high winds and meteoric stones

Infested with the dark worms of doubts

And the spread of pain's fungi

Rotten roots and corpses of rodents

A stunted sapling or death

Is meant

But

The tilling of the soil, the seed brings

A shelter from degradation

Slashing of the grey canopy

The soil softens

Under a new brighter light

A warmer shine

Creatures breath

The rot expunged

The seed warms up

Hope for an orange fruit

Lifeline (a poem)

Lifeline

My dog doesn’t realize how his leash is a lifeline a grip on his reality keeping him from the cold regardless impact of cars or the enticing aroma of freedom that would lead him so far from home he might never make it back no matter how strong the pull of his hunger or the ache for his toys and bed or even the sound of his name being called out over and over through all the empty streets within my ever-broken heart.

Manifestation

When I was little, I would always draw the same kind of characters My mother once remarked how odd it was that, in the end, I grew up to look exactly like one of them A tall girl with long tangled hair And legs reaching down almost to the bottom of the page I wonder if that’s what people call manifestation Did I stretch my own bones with the stroke of an overzealous pen? Did I really have such power placed in my innocent hands?

If so, what am I to think of the darkness I dreamt since childhood? Of how lovely and comforting  the obscure was to me The inferred but unuttered The women that I would draw always looked to the side Beyond the borders of my colouring book With an odd knowing glimmer in their eyes A somber, secretive look Over the years my bones shifted to give me that same face An unreadable cypher I grew to be sullen, to silence more than I say Did I have a hand in it? Did I define my own features, Craft them in one fell swoop of a felt tip?

What made me who I am? Destiny or design? I never intended to play God But it seems I held my own self in my palms Like a block of clay Some kind of unconscious arts and crafts project. I must have modelled myself after all that I admired Rebellious and bohemian Enamoured to madness Distanced and calculating Less bridal than monstrous

I blackened my own heart with a permanent marker I told myself a story enough times That it stepped from the page to meet its maker It’s not that I wasn’t warned I am tall and brooding because I never listened to what I was told Careful what you wish for It might just come true The human psyche, a distorting mirror, a game of mimicry Monkey see, monkey do

I was a child with second sight Sketching her own future So I guess it is manifestation The mighty spell of magic thinking Almost as potent as a third eye Mother was right. I am fiction become flesh My life, a successful imitation of art

Inspired by @jmsapphire‘s prompt “Mold my clay heart” for @poetryclub13

And after, I couldn’t bear the ocean for thelongest time. Until today, when for the first time I wanted to touch the sand again. And after I got back home I realised that you would never be able to forget me; that like that sand you can never completely free yourself of me. You think you’ve washed me all away and then you find me in between your toes or in your ears, laughing and making you miss me. Reminding you of how good it felt to be covered in me and how nothing can even remotely compare.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1376

I wanted to share this with you all.

Classical Music is something that makes me realize the power of a human mind. Just sounds and vibrations arranged in a certain rhythm can make us ooze with emotions.

It's beautiful to see how people can understand the meaning of a song, the feelings behind it even when there are no lyrics, no certain path to tread.

This prelude composed by Chopin is one of my favourites. It has a certain melancholic tint to it and , I feel, tragic undertones.

This piece makes me remember the losses along my way. I reminisce in the memory. I sometimes even get angry, when I feel the unfairness of the loss.

Listen to it when you have time to think and reflect. It may make you cry, it made me.

Art By IG: @Naehrstff

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Good stuff.

Writing Playlist

These are my favourite songs to listen to while writing, along with the feelings they evoke in me and the situations they remind me of.  If you make your own playlist, please tag me! I wanna see. 

Hans Zimmer - Time (Inception): realizing your insignificance in our ever-expanding universe, watch time (whatever that might be) loop endlessly around you. Past, present, future, all connected through endless wormholes, floating amidst a thousand stars, those places where reality feels altered (abandoned buildings, the woods at night, rest stops on highways. 

Ludovico Einaudi - Experience: Hope, when flowers grow in the dark, making your peace with that which you cannot change, not giving up. 

Theory of Everything - Ending Scene Music (The Cinematic Orchestra - Arrival of the birds): being freed of boundaries,  the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self, wanting to learn everything there is to learn about the world we live in. 

Game of Thrones: Season 6 OST - Light of the Seven: Anger, revenge, avenging yourself and those you love, cunning.  

Zankyou no Terror OST - Von: Finding a sliver of hope when all else feels lost, healing. 

LORDE - Everybody Wants To Rule The World: Cunning, great ambition, rebelling, disregard for rules. 

The Rains of Castamere: Pride and honour, duty, war. 

Zack Hemsey - The Way (Instrumental): An eerie melody, the devastation of knowing the war is lost but continuing to fight, walking in the land of the Dead. The last night with your peers before heading into battle. 

Sleeping at Last - Saturn: Death of a loved one, mourning. 

Ask i Memnu music: Passion, secrets, forbidden desires, sex. 

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars: Nostalgia, pulling a dérive with the person you love, escaping and leaving the world behind with them, the feeling of time stopping when you’re with them. 

Death Parade -  Moonlit Night: Sadness, being in denial, then finally being set free, allowing yourself to feel. 

Andrew Belle - In my veins: Unrequited love, heartbreak.

Game of Thrones Season 6 OST - Winter Has Come: Longing for home, the coming of dawn after a night full of darkness, battle. 

The Most Saddest Melody: Feeling lost, like a wandering spirit that never quite reaches its destination. Reflecting on the mistakes of the past, wishing you could change what was written in the stars.

Naruto Soundtrack- Sadness and Sorrow: As the name suggests, this song represents the deepest sorrow imaginable. I also hear a hint of nostalgia, loss of innocence, mourning.

Taylor Swift feat.The Civil Wars Safe & Sound: A sense of safety and stability in the middle of chaos, walking barefoot in the woods, the echoes of ruins, a bonfire.  

ADELE - Love In The Dark | Kyle Hanagami Choreography (Leroy Sanchez Cover): Difficult relationship, feeling unwanted, when you finally accept it’s over and it’s time to let go. 

Sleeping Beauty OST - Aurora’s Return/Maleficent’s Evil Spell: (from 1:48 minutes until 3:40) Feeling someone breathe on your neck when no one else is there, being followed by someone you cannot see, waking up at three am for no apparent reason, sounds you cannot explain, shadows in your peripheral vision. 

Alex & Sierra - Little Do You Know: Falling in love and the hurting that comes with it, loving someone unconditionally and fearing what that might mean, overcoming obstacles in a relationship. 

Parachute - Kiss Me Slowly: First kiss, slow and tender, yet powerful and dizzying. Waking up in the arms of your loved one for the very first time. 

Christina Perri ft. Steve Kazee - A Thousand Years: A marriage proposal, spending the rest of your life with your soulmate, growing old with them. 

Chester See - God Damn You’re Beautiful: Pinning, someone’s beauty taking your breath away, your heart racing when you see them. 

The 6th Sense

The Case of ESP

Learning ESP

Secrets of the Psychics

Psychic Powers

Psychic Crime Solvers

The Extraordinary 

The Truth of Psychic Powers

Gordon Smith

Animal ESP

The Psychic Experience

Aliens

New Swirled Order

Case of the UFOs

UFO’S Out of the Blue

UFO & Alien Disclosure

I Believe in UFO’s

Evidence We Are Not Alone

Alien Abductions

The Keepers

Ancient Aliens

Russian Roswell

Abduction Diaries

UFO Down to Earth

Disney’s Alien Encounter

Fly Saucers & Science

Crop Circles: The Quest For Truth

Phoenix Lights

The UFO Enigma of Flying Spheres & Orbs

UFO Disclosure in Russia

UFO’s & Area 51

Taken

Unexplained Mysteries

The Blitz Witch

The Bermuda Triangle

In Search of the Man Who Would Not Die

Killer Legends

Hessdalen Lights

The Unreal World

Unexplained Supernatural

Bizarre Beliefs: Cults & The Occult

The Diva Mummy

The Book That Can’t Be Read

Beyond the Bermuda Triangle: The Devil’s Sea

The Lost Caves of Giza

Mystery of the Disembodied Feet

The Angel Effect

Mystery of the Murdered Saints

Mystery of the Romanovs

The Revelation of the Pyramids

Atlantis: The Evidence

Weird or What?

Life After Life

Crpytozooology 

Vampire Beast of Bladenboro

Yeti

Search for the Mothman

Chupacabra

Monsters, Madness & Mayhem

Monsters & Mysteries in Alaska

Animal X

Is It Real?

Who is Bigfoot?

The Legend of Sasquatch

Lake Demons

Sea Monsters

Werewolf in America

The Last Dragon

Loch Ness Monster

Ghosts & Other Entities

Best Ghost Cases Caught on Tape

North East Ghosts

The Existence of Ghosts

Ghost Contact

A House Divided: Ghostly Encounters

Haunted Washington D.C

Haunted Hawaii

Poltergeists: The Unexplained

Castle Ghosts of England

Peru’s City of Ghosts

Exorcists

Poltergeists

Haunted

Paranormal America

Sleep Paralysis & Ghost Visions

Most Haunted Places in the World

14 Degrees

Exorcists & Exorcisms

True Ghost Stories

Angels & Demons: Ghostly Encounters

Other Masterposts

Masterpost of World’s Scariest Places

Masterpost of True Terrifying Events

Masterpost of Creepy Stories

Masterpost of Gothic Novels

Masterpost of Creepy Websites

Masterpost of Creepy Online Games

Masterpost of Creepy Sleep-Over Games

Halloween Masterpost

Masterpost of Horror Movies With A Twist

Masterpost of Creepy T.V Shows

Meant To Be Bad

An Angel

Everyone has one

They watch upon us, they say

Aiding us through strangest of means

But when your angels turn to beasts

And haunt your dreams

Darkness spreads everywhere, no way out

You must become comfortable in this hell

For now fury is your peace

Your demons, they can’t be drowned

And you start to sink in the black water

They are your salvation

What is there in morality?

Submit

You are meant to be bad

You shall so enjoy, you feel

Revenge from fate

Although this path is forlorn and condemned

And a transient relief

Who is to say I won’t succeed?

They Change Us

From man To monsters

Frome monster To men

Such Mercurial Is Our Nature

poetry is not just words nor rhythm or rhyme poetry is not just a moment in time it is not ink upon a crinkled page poetry isn’t merely a kiss…a stolen glance

poetry is in all things every breath storm

…moment

you

poetry is not just words nor rhythm or rhyme poetry is not just a moment in time it is not ink upon a crinkled page poetry isn’t merely a kiss…a stolen glance

poetry is in all things every breath storm

…moment

you

Words flow from the deepest gashes of our deepest injuries. If you treat the wound and let it scab over, The words won’t come anymore.

stay miserable because I like the way you bleed. (via housewiththereddoor)

Let me drown in the cold wind of solitude A shiver of pleasant memory, I feel The heat of anger subsides Although the path is destructive and forlorn A breath is what I need Relief from the crushing helplessness Wind was numbing and parasitic

For a bright second sun shines But then the betrayal resurfaces I plummet into the seemingly never ending tunnel of despair Tumbling and falling but I try to hold on But the shadow is all I can see and I can’t outrun it Because it is attached to me

These cuts and wounds of joy are treasured souvenirs They remind me of my loss,my downfall Their presence pains me But I couldn’t afford parting I love it I hate it The bittersweet memory

It was evening then. Just 7:30, but the night had already set. The dim streetlight cast a bluish hue over me. I was walking in the street, towards the pool side of the B block. I was wearing a hoodie,the hood covering my head. My gait and the hoodie signalled ignorance but I knew it was just a pretense. I knew it hid me from the gazes of other, it hid me from their faces, which told me what they were thinking, it hid me from thinking too much. Cold winter wind was blowing. I was wearing shorts and could feel it flowing around my bare shins. It flew through me. The coldness went through me like a ghoul. It sucked energy from me. Goosebumps signalling its departure. Leaving me momentarily empty. But I felt alive. The heat in me receded. The anger subsided. The cold wind felt fresh in my lungs. It chilled my nose. It felt tingly. The wind was addictive. I wanted more cold, more release. I wanted to feel it in my body. I wanted to drown in it. It gave me relief but took my life. While I write this my nose bleeds. I feel the red warm blood flowing out, dropping to the ground. Turning from deep red to ferric tangerine. The wind was parasitic.

A Pretense

“The normalcy of life burning a hole in my curious soul

Where it should have been nurtured, my creativity

Is rotting in the stillness of mundane

Is it educated out of me?

Steered away from interests because they say

“You would never get a job doing that!”

Or has my imagination drowned?

Imagination, a gift as potent as birth

Where it should have sailed into my adulthood

Has been stumped prematurely

Has life become a soothe stream, with occasional waves?

Where it should be a whirlpool of experiences

Claps of thunder breaking the monotony

Mute now defines it

Am I living? Is there liveliness?

Its presence I have never felt

But its absence is apparent

Have we all donned masks?

And dissolved in the masses

Lost our individuality

Is this all a pretense?”

This is one of my earlier works.