Memories of a Dreamer by thatnerdyowl56, literature
Literature
Memories of a Dreamer
I can no longer tell
Which is real and what is not
But, that does not matter anymore
This moment is it, this moment is now
Breathtaking, isn't it?
The blinding haze of the lights
Draws out the excitement within
Its tendrils waving rapidly inside of me
Illuminating the depths of my soul.
The doors open to reveal the other side
That I have finally made it to
Sobering is the thought of leaving
But smoking husks and breadcrumbs
Of a former part of me.
It was then that I realised
I had never truly left her
She's still here to renounce the tales and memories
That occurred right here in this building
Providing a constant reassurance
To expel the
oh, I am so tired of hiding
the scars of yesterday
being cold and numb
reopens the scars of forever
goodness, when will i be happy again?
for i no longer feel at home in
my own skin.
goodness, when will i be able to feel?
i'm starting to suffocate again
where the lilacs are by thatnerdyowl56, literature
Literature
where the lilacs are
And now I'm
Tear-stained
Shaking, sobbing
In your
House
And now I
Want to go
Home
Where the lilacs are
For this is
Not
Home
To me.
I'm tired of
Living
In
One house
And
One home.
One little girl who was born one day
One little girl who had her whole life planned out
One little girl with a wide imagination and an intelligence
One little girl with nothing but perfection
Is now
One big girl who knew but never realised
One big girl who let it all catch up with her
One big girl who still ignored herself
One big girl who couldn't let go
One big girl who can't look in the mirror
One big angry, broken, silent girl
One big bleeding, crying, denying girl
One big girl who dwells in shame
Is now
One little girl lying in the ground
One little girl lost, but never found.
The stars keep me holding
Onto my tangled web of throttled lies
I'm tearing the seams of the story that was not yet written
But now is only a quiet dream
Echoing thoughts of my dismal past, eradicated
Gone, but still overcasting,
Like the sun-rays through the ghostly haze
Silent whispers reach my mind
Goodbye...
how could you do that
how dumb are you
seriously
i thought you were so much more than this
to stoop to that level
where have you been?
i miss the old you.
i miss you when you were a baby.
back when you did no wrong.
You know, I do too.
I agree.
I miss myself.
Because I'm just as tired of being me as you are.
You look at him.
You run his features over in your mind, as he stands rigidly in front of you.
Short. Adorably short. He has to strain look up at your face, for he's just shy of half your height. In his wide, innocuous, bright baby blue eyes, there is a constant sense of heroism, purity, and adoration. Soft, light brown bangs hang loosely from the edge of his simplistic hat.
They catch in the wind and float freely, portraying an image like the summer birds in the careless wind.
You keep seeing his eyes.
His eyes, those oceanic eyes, are the only things keeping you anchored, the only thing keeping you from falling back into the desolate v
Memories of a Dreamer by thatnerdyowl56, literature
Literature
Memories of a Dreamer
I can no longer tell
Which is real and what is not
But, that does not matter anymore
This moment is it, this moment is now
Breathtaking, isn't it?
The blinding haze of the lights
Draws out the excitement within
Its tendrils waving rapidly inside of me
Illuminating the depths of my soul.
The doors open to reveal the other side
That I have finally made it to
Sobering is the thought of leaving
But smoking husks and breadcrumbs
Of a former part of me.
It was then that I realised
I had never truly left her
She's still here to renounce the tales and memories
That occurred right here in this building
Providing a constant reassurance
To expel the
oh, I am so tired of hiding
the scars of yesterday
being cold and numb
reopens the scars of forever
goodness, when will i be happy again?
for i no longer feel at home in
my own skin.
goodness, when will i be able to feel?
i'm starting to suffocate again
where the lilacs are by thatnerdyowl56, literature
Literature
where the lilacs are
And now I'm
Tear-stained
Shaking, sobbing
In your
House
And now I
Want to go
Home
Where the lilacs are
For this is
Not
Home
To me.
I'm tired of
Living
In
One house
And
One home.
One little girl who was born one day
One little girl who had her whole life planned out
One little girl with a wide imagination and an intelligence
One little girl with nothing but perfection
Is now
One big girl who knew but never realised
One big girl who let it all catch up with her
One big girl who still ignored herself
One big girl who couldn't let go
One big girl who can't look in the mirror
One big angry, broken, silent girl
One big bleeding, crying, denying girl
One big girl who dwells in shame
Is now
One little girl lying in the ground
One little girl lost, but never found.
The stars keep me holding
Onto my tangled web of throttled lies
I'm tearing the seams of the story that was not yet written
But now is only a quiet dream
Echoing thoughts of my dismal past, eradicated
Gone, but still overcasting,
Like the sun-rays through the ghostly haze
Silent whispers reach my mind
Goodbye...
how could you do that
how dumb are you
seriously
i thought you were so much more than this
to stoop to that level
where have you been?
i miss the old you.
i miss you when you were a baby.
back when you did no wrong.
You know, I do too.
I agree.
I miss myself.
Because I'm just as tired of being me as you are.
You look at him.
You run his features over in your mind, as he stands rigidly in front of you.
Short. Adorably short. He has to strain look up at your face, for he's just shy of half your height. In his wide, innocuous, bright baby blue eyes, there is a constant sense of heroism, purity, and adoration. Soft, light brown bangs hang loosely from the edge of his simplistic hat.
They catch in the wind and float freely, portraying an image like the summer birds in the careless wind.
You keep seeing his eyes.
His eyes, those oceanic eyes, are the only things keeping you anchored, the only thing keeping you from falling back into the desolate v
You told her forever.
You liar.
I used to bump your faces together to make you kiss.
You liar.
"How can you be a mother if you aren't married?"
Because he was a liar.
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and then forgot which email i had linked ot this account holy fuck lmao
im in tears??? im fcu
i never thougt id eb able to get on this thing again. Wow
ok i just wanna say. something really important. if i ever had any questionable (like genuinely questionable) moments on here please chalk it up to the fact that i was 12 and ignorant. if i followed weird people it was bc they were part of my groups, etc etc . im 16 now and i know better
im deleting those groups and probably deleting most content on here
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