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I hallucinate myself by Elendurwen, literature
Literature
I hallucinate myself
I hallucinate a world within myself My mind an overarching membrane My blazing eyes the sun that burns Inwardly, penetrating the air I breathe Perpetrating Personalities both known and hidden I imagine myself a terrifying god I control the very nature of the universe My universe Perfectly apart From complexities that would diffuse the soul Into the chaos of physical existence I hallucinate And I dream for as long as I've been awake My future self no more real than the present Yet seemingly important Seemingly self-aware in its ignorance Who can ever escape this prison This endless wall that curves upon itself Surface smooth and permeable As if only to the things that hurt Vultures spawn from wishful thinking To peck and prod at worm-like memories Can the ego ever break this shell This glass-like structure where all falls apart Maybe it's the rules at fault A self-imposed chemistry of atoms not real I hallucinate a world And with it myself
The Huntress and The Demon Chapter 4 by WeepingRose13, literature
Literature
The Huntress and The Demon Chapter 4
Luna continued to visit the stranger with the wonderful voice. They would mostly talk and she was glad to have the company. His conversations showed that he had common sense, but he wasn’t especially witty or clever. Still, each day, Luna discovered something new and admirable in him. She actually looked forward to visiting him every day after her usual hunts. She still wondered why he never revealed himself or showed his face. He probably felt self-conscious, so she wasn’t going to push it. Perhaps he’ll show himself to her in his own time. Luna didn’t mind so much as he was always so considerate and respectful each time they talked. He was so generally sweet. Simon. That’s what he called himself. She could open up to him about anything. Luna sensed that he felt comfortable with her too. Once, when she came for one of their visits, Luna found a bouquet of Orange roses in a glass space waiting for her. This surprised Luna very much as she never got flattering gifts before. When
“I don't like your little games. Don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play of the fool. No I don't like you.
I Don't Like Your Perfect Crime. How you laugh when you lie.You said the fault was mine. Isn't cool, no I don't like you.”
In the middle of a dark maze lived the monstrous minotaur.
He had two sharp horns, fearsome teeth, and a deep and horrible roar.
He lived in a maze with dead ends and dark foul twisting paths
and in the end, it was awash with the fast and bitter flow of innocent blood.
The minotaur was a monster,
A beast that deserved to die.
But now I'm older,
so I can tell the truth from the lies.
Yes,
The Huntress and The Demon Chapter 1 by WeepingRose13, literature
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The Huntress and The Demon Chapter 1
A deep dark wood filled with tall towering trees. A gentle mist ghost through the forest floor. The moon being the only source of light. But Wait! Look there! A soft orange glow. Once closer, it is now a roaring fire. Sitting close to the flames is a young woman; dressed in tattered black shorts, a gray worn out shirt, and an old cloak that hangs from her shoulders. Her face concealed by the hood of her cloak. She shuffles the cards in her hands in various ways. “In the cards a tale is told of a time not too far past, when in the Kingdom of Harmony: there was a young noblewoman named Narcissa. The cousin of a magical king lost to fantasy. She was a vessel of beauty. With golden tresses, and pale flawless skin, and red, red lips the color of blood. She had everything her heart desired. A beautiful palace made of marble, a full staff of servants to tend to her every whim, and anything she could ask for. The only thing she didn’t have was something to satisfy her lonely heart.
Nightmare From My Past by Ozzytheoctopus1, literature
Literature
Nightmare From My Past
Like a cockroach your self-righteous nature Serves as a testament to your follies All sense of romantic love you denature The destruction you’ve caused comes in volleys You’re an all-consuming wave of hate A poison that manifests while I breathe Like the accursed punishment of fate So, with a katana I have unsheathed Out of my existence you shall be cut Purified by an indomitable will I have a suspicion within my gut Happiness inside my heart I will fill Freed from these chains you have recklessly cast But a horrifying dream of my past
tangibles that reach into oblivion choice made and in that consequences are found those longitudes within the darkness and yet light is shown souls beneath that tide undertows in those backwaters those currents of today
winter's ashes fall into that past where regrets matter not yet so we see what's really there? those questions fall beyond the eye in which some are simply blind still the answers reveal themselves how? that's up to the individual and what they see those times hide behind shadows within the dark
Slow down, take it back Not even sure what you're mad at I’ve done all I can, baby Chance after chance Like a ticket machine I always spit them out Well now, baby, the machine Has broken Run out of paper And patience The gate is staying closed Slow down, take it back Not even sure what you're mad at Feels like you never loved me anyway Held at arm's length, from a distance I watched you put your effort Into work, friends, hobbies But never me Slow down, take it back Do you even know what you're mad at? I’ve done all I can, baby Tried my best to make this work Through hell and high water Now, baby, it's on you Slow down, take it back If you want to keep me, That is
Your such a fucking fool Thinking life was going to improve How could you possibly think Your life meant anything? We’ve been through this song and dance This, bullshit self improvement spell This, bullshit since of self worth Its all fucking fake. Every bit And you know it You know your place In this desolate world Remember it, don’t forget it again Your only going to hurt yourself more If you try, if you put in effort You poor pathetic fucking fool
A lesson about judgement by Elendurwen, literature
Literature
A lesson about judgement
Were are sick with fear And we are overfilled with pain For what purpose Do we keep torturing ourselves - The air gives itself equally to all Nature does not judge Come and meet it as you are Dive into its dirty burrows Drink its water mixed with blood Follow with its deformed children Divine streams of causality's lust Your consciousness unburdened Resist no longer the absolute Aimlessness of time