Personal Writing

  1. Lone nights wish

    One lone nights wish, to stand light years away. lines and faces I see, I make points in space dwelling around, unknown in darkness it seems... "I still know I'm here safe and sound" I can feel the textures creeping up, my strain of thought with hungering divine, it may seem unreal but all so true. I believe... The feeling so pure the sound so clear, I see the place, the home I stay flying down the river vine, I meet myself inside the hay; sleeping in peace. State of mind,...
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  2. You know it's there

    Consistent dwelling inside, out... Fearless peace wondering hunger, picking souls like picking money, a greedy beast. Wanting all and all in inside, out. Feeds on minds, all and all in vein. Master of trades, master of none the lies although dwell like fun, for this we see a coin taken, run, chased to death, chased to run... No where near the end since circles tend to begin, a void-less run in darkness where pain is nothing but fun. Don't see, but note, don't think, but...
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  3. Something better....

    Constant conjunction of inner realms seeking a meaning in questions I lay before them, in means life, me, past, future basically the questions each and everyone go through everyday. It's always the same thing constantly, the only difference is the moment you realise it and what 'changed' in between that time. honestly... I think we are getting worst Ask yourself this ' What does the world mean to you? ' then after you read about it and thought about a few things that may have an effect...
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  4. Something I can share...

    Why did you read this? (by the way. This may be confusing so good luck...) I sometimes write in such a way that people don't understand a thing. I don't know why? I guess we are all different, obviously... Today, This day ? Is it even today? I don't know... Only thing I do know, is to feel disconnected.(Yet again by this I mean, to be distant since nothing seem to be 'cool' any more, not 'cool' as in: "Your cool because your smoking." 'cool' as in good, or actually enjoyable.) I...
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  5. Blind Devotion... "Strong language"

    Impure beliefs, things moving around me, seeking me, wanting me... Not a cause of mind but impaired reality, a box holding my soul, leaving me in a state of nothingness, a mental state outside that of which is real... So I hope; for this life is not the same as the other, I tend to wake up more then usual, in places I felt, I had past already... Life, what a silent movie; of part I don't exist... Meaningless thoughts still fear me... but soon is all forgotten to new thoughts seeking a...
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  6. Engraving a pain of misiry...

    [Here I sit, alone wondering, thinking, analyzing my life to a part where I don't even have words to explain the pain and suffering my soul, body and mind is undergoing... I have no hope what so ever left, for anything in life nothing can compel the fear of nothingness as it completely darkened my vision of impure belief; Time continue on, I see the dead as if I roamed with it, way before it even came to light, It soothes the mind knowing that leaving will be the up-most painful effect...
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