[x]

A Letter To My BodyDear my body,

Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.

The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the c

Apology DeniedSorry; I say it too much. A true cuss on my tongue.
Sorry for the pains I enhance, the complaints I spew, the violence I cause, the guilt I may bring. Sorry for the drama I start, the prodding I do, the hypocrisy I doubt, the embarrassment I am. Sorry for the nuisance I've become, the whore of my past, the overly attached lover that stays, the good that left me. Sorry for being a coward, for being submissive, for holding back, for accepting what is, was, and will be.
I can't stop, and I don't know if I will.
Sorry isn't enough.

I Think I'm Pretty SpecialHi, my name... well, my alias is Reitanna Seishin. i have a lump in my throat right now because of some comments i've recieved. i don't want to cry because my makeup will irritate my eyes, but i think it'll happen anyway. it's mother's day, and for those of you who know me understand why it REALLY affects me.

i recently posted a pen sketch that was anti-bullying... and i got a comment that, at the end, said "You are not special. You just think you are." this is exactly what i'm talking about. nothing hurts me more than someone accusing me that i think highly of myself, because i'm the second person in the world i hate the most.

shit, i star

Pokemon-CreepyPasta-After The Years...Do you ever visit the cemetery? For the fallen? Or the Damed? Everyone knows that we visit for loved ones, that is like an Unspoken Rule. It is sometimes hard to recall things about them...Even harder to rember their warmth...

We are now older...
For a time we forgot. Our time consumed by newest Team Memebers. New joys of defeating the Eleite Four, and then taking on the Champion. Our minds filled with 'Gonna Catch'em All'. Some of us are breeding, Ev Training, Contest Preforming, Musicals, so on. Even the new Gen is comeing soon, waiting for time to pass... Maybe of getting an even newer team ready...A new Starter...

Then one can think bac

Best Friend Trouble? You know how you can talk and talk to someone but they don't hear you? You know how it feels when it's your best friend? It's every once in a while, right? No, wrong. It's every damn day. Day in and day out. "Hey, how's it going?" "I'm sorry, what'd you say?"
Having a conversation with yourself isn't as fun as everyone's makes it out to be. Especially when you're trying to make one with someone else. It's like talking to a stranger you don't like. It's like listening to wind but hearing nothing but silence. It's like drinking Coke but tasting Pepsi. It's wrong, all wrong, lumped in with your favorite food. It's being surrounded by the ones you love, but being all alone. And for me, it's normal.

Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.

Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.

Strike me with suppression.

The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.

Mark me with a letter, a number.

The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines me

Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve

Just a dream"Un Dulce Amor"

"Solo un Sueño"

La gente habla de ti, habla de mí…
Habla de nosotros. Sin conocer.
Abro mis ojos, y esto es solo un sueño.

Todo pasa, es verdad.
¿Como volver a lo de antes?
Es cierto, todo esto es solo un sueño.

La gente me ve como el villano del cuento.
Sin saber como proteger tus sentimientos.
Puede que mi fría actitud, te este lastimando niña.

Nadie te obliga a estar a alado de mí…
Sin embargo se que siempre estarás ahí.
Esperando por algo que jamás podre darte.

Por que jamás podre verte como quieres.
Como mi amor o mi vida, mi niña, mi esposa.
Es imposible para mí, un día poder verte así.

La gente habl

CambiosA veces es duro aceptar que las cosas cambian,
que lastiman, que duelen y sangran.
Con el tiempo, te das cuenta de que la realidad es otra,
quedas expuesto y desnudo ante ella…
te pega de lleno en la cara, te abre los ojos, te quita la venda.

Sin embargo, uno puede elegir entre percatarse de lo que sucede
o cubrirse los ojos de nuevo….
¿Tú que eliges?

Sex Is A ReleaseA kiss for all the stress
Because I know you do your best
For all the times you cried
Let my hands hold you by my side

My desire for you is strong
That in my eyes you do no wrong
Never could another compete
The way I make you feel beneath

It just seems so right
You and I tonight
Your shudders and screams
As I manifest your dreams

Your feelings of ectasy
As your body writhes next to me
And as your heart beats harder
I take you even farther

Forget all the problems of this world
While I make your toes curl
And erase your pain of the past
Your breaths are all that should last

Just that.I wish I could write something special.
Something like so many other peoples out there.
Something which is touching and fascinating.
I wish I could write something that people don’t forget.
I want to touch their hearts and bring them to think about everything.
Their lifes and behaviors, their deepest secrets and most difficult decisions.
Just something that someone wants to read.
Just that.

Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes

Imaginary Friend Ch. 1I gripped my dress in sadness as I pressed my back up against a lone tree, sliding down just as my tears slid down my face. It was like any other day at the orphanage I remember it clearly, but this was the day that things changed many years ago. Back then, I didn't even know how to smile anymore. Adults would try to cheer me up, but none of it worked. Since my mom had died of illness when I was only six, I didn't know how to smile, I didn't know how to laugh. I was only six, and my life felt like it was already coming to a close.

I cried, my back against the tree, facing the warmth of the sun. I heard a ruffling sound against the tall grass

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 1.6 KB more ▶

More from ~TheOpossum9

Family.The deepest cuts were of the broken bottles you dragged across my skin.
The deepest scars are the ones in my head.

this gun was my paint brush,
These walls were my canvas.

Mother, I wanted to paint for you..
Something you'd never forget.

I wanted to paint the pain I had to endure..
While you turned your head,
and pretended not to know..
I painted the bottles..
I painted the wine..
I painted the children you left behind.

Father, I painted you in a cage..
fitting for an animal,
A man who couldn't control his desires
Who shredded what was left of the innocence..
I so desperately wanted to keep.

My brother, I painted your fists.

Her Obsession.Her love was an obsession, a need.
that's all I was, an object,a thing.
Lost in her disturbing reality.
without a soul, or a beating heart to tell me I'm alive.
She pressed her ear to my chest, and she never heard a thing.
Not one simple little beat, not one flutter of life, and that was the way.
the way of her world.
No steady, calming beat, Just a shivering darkness.
Did you ever get scared? Did you ever get lost in the world you created?
Did you Cry yourself to sleep to escape the monsters in your head?
Oh how real they were..
You turned me into the worst one..
I was just another insignificant object of your lust and obsessive

The Inspiration Comes...The inspiration comes when my mind comes undone.
this madness is my home.
such a lonely decent
After climbing up so high.
Bleeding hands, and raw finger tips.
I'm staring at myself in a room full of broken mirrors.
I need to feel the scorthced air burn through my lungs
The only way to get rid of this insanity
when this madness comes.
I come undone.

Addiction.Addiction.

The knife sliding down my wrist.

(My veins set on fire.)

Eyes closed.

(breath exhaled)

the only thing that's real.

(The only reality worth living.)

The warm drops rolling down my arm.

(shooting into my veins)

the only way to know my heart is still beating.

A shudder of pleasure.. so sharp.. And so clear.

It brought me back.

(to the back of my mind.)

Back to my most comfortable place.

dirt floors, and black curtains.

(torn shirt, and rotting skin.)

Ashes, and broken bottles.

(shattered needles)

The sickeningly sweet smell..

The only place I belonged.

Beauty.I am a Stranger In A Strange Land
sharing Lonely nights
the rain splashing across the roof
every drop a nostalgic memory
every flash of lighting,
every thunderous crack
A lifetime
Standing at the window
watching the dark wind sweep through the trees
flickering lights
I wish you could just read my mind
Then again I don't think you'd like what you find
a perfect ending to an old story

thinkingsa brick wall
and we were standing on opposite sides..
the clouds were turning
and my soul was falling
with every rain drop that hit the yellow ground
too tall to climb over
too thick to break through
I won't give up on us
even when they set fire to the only place I called home
it was never complete anyway..
not without you..
both hands on the wall
one last vain attempt to hold on
to push this wall down
but no matter how hard I push
I'll always sink into the mud
because you wont push back
we wont meet at the center
we wont meet at the ends
I heard your foot steps through the cracks
I felt you walking away.

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#Authors-Club
Where We Live to Write

Details

Submitted: January 20
File Size: 1.6 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 8
Favourites: 1 [who?]
Views: 30 (0 today)
Downloads: 0 (0 today)

[x]

Diary of a Madman # 3

by ~TheOpossum9, Jan 20, 2013, 10:06:15 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

All that I will ever be is confined to frantic scribbles across half torn pages in the rain.

After all, Insanity is the same thing as Damnation.

This whole world is a graveyard. What are our lives? Cold drops of rain beating down on my shivering skin. This world is falling apart.. and I'm drowning with it.

Is this really me, or is it someone else?
(I don't think I know anymore.)

How do I describe hope? Is there hope left for me? Let us see...

I'm a crow with wounded wings
Kept secret from the sky
The clouds are crying..
Longing for my wings above the rain.
I am vengeance, in your eyes..
My insanity IS MY DAMNATION.
What god would want a soul such as mine..
Crawling, crawling through a wrought iron circle,
How could I ever fathom flying out?
The outside of this circle leads to a far bigger prison.
Teasing me, tempting me with the crying sky..
Dark grey clouds, lingering remnants of a world I was torn away from.
Longing for my mended wings to graze the cloud and feel the rain.

I would love nothing more than to leave you with words that will ring in your ears and bury themselves within your hearts, for all of you do have hearts, the most wondrous, fantastic, unique hearts I have ever had the pleasure of reading, seeing, imagining...

"It can't rain all the time."

Diary of a Madman # 3by ~TheOpossum9

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

I may not have the most eloquent use of language, but hopefully, it is my, well, hope that some one will understand.

love 1 1

~~joy 0 0~~

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~k9Glacier Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

those of us who dare to say we know you can at least truthfully say we understand you. It cant rain all the time...a larger truth was never found in any other words. no pit can hold you,your nails will grow. the ground cant bound you,your wings will mend. and well....as for the hope...hope is always there.. "The darkest hours hold the brightest dreams" ... who's to say weather you are you or not except you yourself? a person isnt what they see in the mirror..a person is,in a way, the way you affect others and the mark you leave on this earth.so regardless of what happens.. and i don't mean to go all Scarlett letter on you but, because it is your name,make sure it's one you can live with.

your writing blows my mind more with each passing day you know that? you've out grown me in the artistic sense to where it's just pathetic on my part.

~TheOpossum9 Jan 22, 2013

Thank you..
But no, out grow you? That's impossible. You artistically has always been very inspiring for me. to out grow you... No, I don't think I could.

~k9Glacier Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

you have n idea how happy i am to hear that...
but i call bs. hahahah (just kidding )

~TheOpossum9 Jan 22, 2013

you better be kidding.

~k9Glacier Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

and you better be telling the truth

~TheOpossum9 Jan 20, 2013

Why did that make me tear up when I read it? Thank you, thank you so much. I don't know what else to say. Your comments always find a place in my heart in a dark time.. Thank you.

*KathraW Jan 20, 2013

It's what I'm here for. Remember that, okay?

You're never alone. Especially with me and everyone else at your side

*KathraW Jan 20, 2013

This has to be my favorite Diary so far.

Normally, you don't format your words in such a diverse way. They're more strict, and written as if an actual diary page. This one though, has more of a poetic sense to it; if I may.

As a newly proclaimed critic on here, I have to say this is beautifully written and composed smoothly and diversely, which ties your message in very clear. That alone is great. Even so, through all of that, my favorite line has to be your last one. "It can't rain all the time." So lovely~

Now, as your friend, I can say this to you: When it does rain around you, know that you'll always have someone to hold the umbrella

More from ~TheOpossum9

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

Diary of a Madman # 3

Diary of a Madman # 3by ~TheOpossum9

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style