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It’s something that eats me up inside daily, something that tears up my heart, and my feelings with a ravenous thirst, that violent hopelessness that gets inside to only take everything else out. It’s terrible.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 09.04.2013 @ 12:28 am


It was a welt on her leg, the one mar in her otherwise flawless body. It didn’t show too often because she would always wear pants to cover it up, but she knew they were there, and that was enough for her to remember that she wasn’t perfect.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 09.01.2013 @ 9:34 pm


If I could just have a minute turn into an hour, a day, and let my whole world stand still. If I could just have a minute turn into a second, a millisecond, and let everything pass by….

» Posted By LostAsleep On 06.23.2012 @ 7:55 am


Let me quell that blaze, let me hold you, let me bury your face into me as you drown my shirt with tears. Let that fire of hatred go out.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 04.01.2012 @ 6:28 pm


The only cabin I own is the one in my heart, the one I carry around with me day after day. Some days, the fireplace has gone out, and there is no warmth there. On other days, it is where I ground myself, holding onto the last of my home.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 01.27.2012 @ 12:00 pm


my emotions are flooding out of this dam I’ve created to hole up this pain. It trickles through, sometimes just dripping slowly, but I feel as if one day the dam will break, and with it, myself.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 12.22.2011 @ 4:23 am


As the dusk set a new world came about. My world, the world of darkness.
When the sun sets friends come out to play,
ones too scared to show their face in the light of day;

but they’re beautiful to me

» Posted By LostAsleep On 12.20.2011 @ 11:38 am


I once believed that I had a princess, that was trapped in a castle. I would save her, for she was forever alone in her tower, protected by a dragon. All dreams pass away though when you wake up, and then reality takes over.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 12.12.2011 @ 1:19 pm


Her wedding gown reached all the way to the floor, pearly white, and as radiant as the smile on her face. Today was the day. Her day, their day, and it was perfect.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 12.11.2011 @ 3:47 pm


Passion. It’s something I used to have so much of. Now I still do, but it’s all melded up with confusion, like two metals trying to create an alloy that should never be created. Now I just need guidance, and someone to direct my passion towards something that can change my alloy into pure gold…

» Posted By LostAsleep On 10.31.2011 @ 8:20 pm


I’m sacrificing my soul for you and you don’t even know it. Each time my heart shudders thinking of the torment it will go through so that you may be happy, each time a sharp knife cuts through it mercilessly, letting my whole world fade to black.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 10.29.2011 @ 11:10 pm


Automatic. Automatically thinking, feeling, instantly deciding that life is what I’ve chosen, instantly and automatically deciding that everything is predetermined, and losing all hope. How do I pull out of this mess, and follow my dreams, far-fetched as they seem?

» Posted By LostAsleep On 10.24.2011 @ 7:34 pm


I sometimes have to curl up into a ball
to remember my mother’s warmth, her love
and know that someone, somewhere, is being comforted just like that.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 10.23.2011 @ 10:57 am


I can’t relate to the single match in the room
flickering, but still strong
sharing all of its light
and with enough energy to provide hope

» Posted By LostAsleep On 10.20.2011 @ 3:18 pm


Mystery. I don’t know about this one, it’s always at the tip of my tongue, like a drop of something like water, but poisonous. It goes down my throat, and by then I have died.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 10.09.2011 @ 2:01 am


I was born in a corner, a place where nobody else lived
I was dead there
and dying
I was alive there
but only by heartbeat

I was born in a corner, a place people stayed away from

and I can’t pull out of it, it’s depths an endless black hole to swallow me up.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 06.09.2011 @ 1:26 am


The chalkboard in my dreams was always clean, never a bit of chalk on it. When my teacher went up to write on it, I knew that what he put down on there was as close to revealing his soul to use as he would ever get. I miss those beautiful days of school.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 06.04.2011 @ 11:35 am


We often turned on the radio back then, ignoring the television, and just listening. There was something beautiful about using our imagination instead of having it fed to us, and there was something magical about the music that came through. Something that always made our afternoons glow like the fireflies in our dreams.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 06.03.2011 @ 12:54 pm


Ugh, when I think about backpacks, it takes me back to school, it takes me back to times I’d rather not remember, and now…well, I guess I’m here. When I think about backpack, I think….oh gosh, I remember how heavy mine was, and then I decided to switch it, and while it was lame….I did it, and then I was comfortable.

» Posted By LostAsleep On 06.01.2011 @ 11:52 am

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