Hello AT.
As a remedy to all this drama I'd suggest getting more creative. That's what I do at least. If there's anything I'm known for (probably) it's yapping (and venting, but I'll ignore that right now). In short, I like writing.
I've written a few somewhat criptic poems and other things that are significant to me and I obviously like sharing my stuff, so that is something I want to do here. And I'd love to see some writing creativity from YOU. Open for any kind of creative writing IF it's not too explicit, hateful or dark.
I'm certain there are word-slingers out here.
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When I got stitches and finally left them be - Anxiety excerpt:
I knew Fear before. Didn't quite know how to defeat him though. Fear and Regret always come together. They thrive on your gaze. Fear will always walk in front of you and Regret follows you in the distance. Fear is the one who has strength. His body is enormous, but he is also awfully frail. The eyesore of his presence finally drove me to look at things that are exactly where I am. Looking up, into the sky where the tree branches, like arms, were reaching for the heights, as he tried to bend my head down to gaze upon him. I fought. Then I looked down at the solidity of my feed and the stable ground, as he tried to push my head up. In his frailty, eventually, he crumbled - arms snapping like dried branches. Regret was easier to avoid. She is nothing without fear. She can't keep up with your pace, unless you freeze. Without Fear in sight, she will not catch up to you.
The glass cage poem:
The skull lays heavy on the red velvet carpet
The treasure shining brighter than the blood
You can be anything on the other side,
but you can never be something, only nothing.
On this side, we're stuck with something,
but can never be anything nor nothing.
The skull lays heavy on the red velvet carpet
The treasure shining brighter than the blood
The other side of the glass cage...
it's a promise they have created
But that's all... a promise.
Just 1s and 0s
*feet
I lie as I watch the mosaic sky,
wondering why with you and I
it all just passes by
Sitting here under the cover of all this conscious space.
I find my self a place beneath these endless waves.
Caught in the distance between all this dissonance,
the sensation of imagination I long to save.
Trapped in this excursion through introversion,
With dreams so big and thoughts so sure.
I transcend through perceptions door,
The ego no more,
melted by thoughts so deep and a love so pure,
has been lying here wondering
when the truth wont be so obscure.