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Sleep ParalysisThe demon visited me once again today.

Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.

I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I shut

Cold Blooded Lovers"What if I told you...I still loved you?" She confessed.

His eyes, closed while his throat twitched with laughter.
"Who could ever love a girl like you? You were the worst
decision of my life! You don't know how long I've waited
to tell you that!" His lips, dry from the heartless yelling
lead to his back facing her.

A grin crept across her drenched mouth before a deep sigh
slithered out. "Who could ever love a girl like me?
You're right. Who could? After all, it was you who
created this? You made sure no one else could love me?
Made damn sure that I would be convinced you could
only love me." Once again, that deep breath escaped
her lips

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

CrookedThere is an old nursery rhyme that tells us about the Crooked Man, and everything he had was crooked. I ask how one could live...live a crooked life. How could someone that is broken...stay in a broken house...surround himself with crooked things? I am my own crooked man, and I can give you the answer. You cannot live a crooked, broken life. Your soul, flesh, and bone may live, but you as a person cannot. Day by day, crooked events envelope you deeper...deeper...deeper into darkness. Crookedness is a demon that twists you...warps you...but it does not cause your pain. Some of us...some of us are destined for crookedness. I've led my life alon

Free write 2As I lay down in the field of grass, I look up at the sky and smile. The clouds passed by with the wind so elegently. At last I was a peace...

"I'm so happy that you're finally free Ellothar! Now we can live happily...the three of us..." Alice said.

"No more troubles or family issues, we can all be finally free." Rachel continued.

I just sighed and continued to look up at the sky.

"Yeah...were finally free..."

This is just a dream though, sadly this may never come true...in my current situation I'm really banged up. I'm a very badly banged up wind up toy. Seven months of my life were wasted...I learned this about a week ago. Thankfully t

SometimesSometimes, you feel like giving up. In your mind, you had given up all hope and all that’s left to do is to quietly disappear in a corner. Perhaps you didn’t have enough courage to continue moving on; afraid of failure, you stand still in the road called life, unsure of what to do next. Fear of being unable to stop what’s going to happen next, fear of being unable to prevent that same mishap from happening again, fear of falling again after that one thousand failures. Because of that fear, you’re moving further from me.

“Now all I want to do is forget this ever happened. Forget it all, go to sleep, and never wak

If OnlyIf only you could understand the depths to which I hate myself; like a maniac bottled inside a cage with barbed wire around his throat. If only you could see the blood I've shed, bottled up and buried with the last remnants of my being, just to stop offending your eyes. If only you could fathom the horrors these two eyes have lived; so potent in the night, rendering me sleepless still. If only you could feel the fire burning in my chest; the relentless yearning transfixed behind thick walls of flesh. If only you could touch the longing; so desperate, like a fish that swims through sewers, calling out behind dark corners; begging for another l

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

Blame and TrustNo one really thinks about it when they pick up the knife,

“Yo-ho! I’m here, the party can start now baby!” a girl with dark brown hair, it could be easily be mistaken as black in shadows. In truth there was a faint violent tang to it from her most recent hair-dye. She wore a black tank top and blue jeans there were broken on the knees. A black wrist band and her hair was clipped up making it spike and bounce with each step. Her shoes were black but had a white stripe on the very bottom. She also wore a dark azure ring on the opposite hand, around her middle finger. The way her right side of her face was a long thick hair l

A Stand for Sexuality.I’ve been waiting a while to get the chance and write this just to put it out there and try and make a difference. First of all;

Definition of Homosexual:
adjective
(of a person) sexually attracted to people of one's own sex.
• involving or characterized by sexual attraction between people of the same sex: homosexual desire.
noun
a person who is sexually attracted to people of their own sex.

Definition of Homophobia:
noun
an extreme and irrational aversion to homosexuality and homosexual people.

Now I guarantee that so many people who are homophobic or are uncomfortable with homosexuals, bisexuals, or anyone that is not hetero

Twisted SmilesI stand here looking at the cloudy sky above me. It smiles its most maniacal smiles and laughs as rain begins to pour from the murky heavens. I simply stare into the rain and begin to smile back.

It is my most delirious smile, full of mischief and laughter. The rain responds with a quiet gust of laughing wind. My twisted smile, it curves even further.

I take a deep breath and laugh, knowing that inside of this madness, that this is where I want to be. It is here where my heart desires to be, it is here where I belong, it is here where I am immersed in this sunken abyss.

The raven with his call of laughter, he never seemed so loud. Even in

Pre and Post Routine"Cut, cut, cut my skin
Take my pain away.
Quickity, quickity, quickity, quick
I wash it down the drain.

Now, now, let it bleed
Let them bleed away.
Soon, soon, they will heal
And scars they will be made."

I stood in front of the mirror, undressed with the shower on behind me. My face turned sour at my reflection making it all too easy to duck down and take the pencil sharpener blade from my pocket. Easily I could see the marks where my too-tight-bra would grip and began slicing inside those lines.

At first they weren't deep enough. Then I pressed harder and cut wildly on my side, back, the side of and underneath my breast, and then low in

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by ~brunette-from-oz, Jun 13, 2011, 9:08:41 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

Wanting. A Winter Song

There is no time wasted in watching the stars go by...do you do it?
Do you not long to be out there?
I want to stride from star to star, naked and free in the moonlight and declare ownership of the world in which I dare to dream.
Let comets follow my footsteps like phosphorescent trails obeying my feet.

I want to be sucked into a wave and fly through foam in an underwater world.
I want sand in my hair and seaweed winding gently on my skin.
Just once I dare you...stand skin to skin with me.
Inhale my breath and burn with my heat.
Stay eye to eye....and die

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=Waeffe Jan 1, 2012

Feckin 'ell...sorry Jamberry, but seriously mate....how very vain and pretentious of you to attempt to 're-write' another artisit words. Such a terrible cheek of you. Shame, shame.

Oh....I guess you will pull my words apart now....so what, it matters so little!

Lina....moments and dreams shared so beautifully which take me to a world.

'Inhale my breath and burn with my heat.
Stay eye to eye....and die'

Mehhhh, such heart felt feeling in those words.

~brunette-from-oz Jan 1, 2012 General Artist

I relish the rare and insightful comments that come from a heart ful of life's music. Thank you very much!

~HeAndHisCow Jun 30, 2011 Student Digital Artist

Took the words straight out of my mouth.

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*RainySkyz Jun 19, 2011

I love it, as is, Lina.

~brunette-from-oz Jun 20, 2011 General Artist

Yeah...I get full of joy and write...am always happy with the result. Thanks!

*lamblyn Jun 18, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

These words are beautiful.

~brunette-from-oz Jun 19, 2011 General Artist

Thanks little lamb! They just fell out of me after i had a fantastic surf.

*jamberry-song Jun 16, 2011 Professional General Artist

You might want to clarify some of the lines; they are a bit awkward and confusing. I think you're trying a little hard to be poetic in places, too, because the lines seemed forced and clunky here and there. Consider this line:

"I want to stride from star to star, naked and free in the moonlight and declare ownership of the world in which I dare to dream."

There's just so many clauses there, it trips over itself. "I want to stride from star to star in the moonlight, naked and free; dare to dream and declare ownership of this world"; something to that effect would break up the clauses a little more manageably while still maintaining a poetic voice.

Nice work on breaking up the stanzas; it makes a lot of sense to present them this way together.

However, the ending seems way out of context with the rest and you were punctuating everything properly until then, which doesn't make enough sense to keep it like that. Nowhere else did you try to rhyme, so why force the rhyme at the end?

This has a lovely message; with a little tweaking it could be a truly powerful piece.

~brunette-from-oz Jun 16, 2011 General Artist

Thank you. I write totally spontaneously so am grateful when someone actually tells me what's supposed to happen.

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