A Lonely Christmas by confidentlyinsecure, literature
Literature
A Lonely Christmas
This is one of those times. One of those times that you feel so alone inside. And no one is there to do anything about it. No one to help or to hold; no one to hug you; no one to hold you until the sobbing dies down and the tears slow, and youre just lying in their arms, so still, too exhausted to cry any more.
This is how it feels to be alone.
Hes gone. Shes gone. Theyre all gone. Every single one of them. Off to life and loving, and friends and family. Off to who the hell knows what, and who the hell cares? They dont care, for sure. As long as theyre with their loved ones, it doesnt matter what th
the cold
it seeps into my bones
and I can't breath
for it's holding me
in its icy grip
like my fear
it has a hold
on my thoughts
and my actions
and the cold
chills me
so I can't feel
what you feel
but I try anyway
because it's the only thing to do
and maybe it'll get better
the frost will melt
and my heart will warm
but for now I'm frozen
in this icy sea
I float in the abyss
not ready to sink
but not ready to fly
it's obvious I'm scared
but I'm too cold to care
and again it chills me
it sinks in
so cold it's hot
and although I'm frozen
I'm not numb
my mind is sharp
all the details stand out
my mind is a crystal
the same words
every time
you use the same words
they cut into my skull
and leave scars
my mind is a graveyard
of bruises and wounds
you have inflicted
i have no retaliation
the mental beatings
break me down
every time
i hear the same words
and it hurts
i scream inside my head
but no one can hear me
i'm trapped in my own mind
and you caged me
you cornered me with words
beaten me with
psychological blows
i'm a mouse in your maze
of webs and lies
it's the same every time
so repetative it haunts me
constantly, everywhere
your presence stalks me
the thought of you follows me
and it never changes
it's always there
the
Psychological Pain by confidentlyinsecure, literature
Literature
Psychological Pain
i cry and i cry
as i dance in the rain
i try to be numb
so i can't feel the pain
life is so tedious
trials and tribulations
i'm so sick of the help
and pointless conversation
don't say what's wrong
i don't want to know
just hide it in
the manilla folder
if it's bad don't let it show
let me have my time
here on this sweet earth
let me live my life
and love, for what it's worth
The Perils of Curiosity by confidentlyinsecure, literature
Literature
The Perils of Curiosity
The Perils of Curiosity
A Tale of Treachery and Woe in the face of Inquisitiveness
By A Fond Reader
To most people, being curious is a good thing. It invokes knowledge and learning, and brightens the soul. In my case, however, curiosity was not a welcome thought, feeling, or reaction. In my case, curiosity was fatal.
My tale began at my simple home in Yorkshire. A townhouse, with creeping vines and a deceptively secretive air about it that would catch my interest on no too few occasions.
It was at this townhouse that I spent my early yea
The Perils of Curiosity by confidentlyinsecure, literature
Literature
The Perils of Curiosity
The Perils of Curiosity
A Tale of Treachery and Woe in the face of Inquisitiveness
By A Fond Reader
To most people, being curious is a good thing. It invokes knowledge and learning, and brightens the soul. In my case, however, curiosity was not a welcome thought, feeling, or reaction. In my case, curiosity was fatal.
My tale began at my simple home in Yorkshire. A townhouse, with creeping vines and a deceptively secretive air about it that would catch my interest on no too few occasions.
It was at this townhouse that I spent my early yea
Psychological Pain by confidentlyinsecure, literature
Literature
Psychological Pain
i cry and i cry
as i dance in the rain
i try to be numb
so i can't feel the pain
life is so tedious
trials and tribulations
i'm so sick of the help
and pointless conversation
don't say what's wrong
i don't want to know
just hide it in
the manilla folder
if it's bad don't let it show
let me have my time
here on this sweet earth
let me live my life
and love, for what it's worth
the same words
every time
you use the same words
they cut into my skull
and leave scars
my mind is a graveyard
of bruises and wounds
you have inflicted
i have no retaliation
the mental beatings
break me down
every time
i hear the same words
and it hurts
i scream inside my head
but no one can hear me
i'm trapped in my own mind
and you caged me
you cornered me with words
beaten me with
psychological blows
i'm a mouse in your maze
of webs and lies
it's the same every time
so repetative it haunts me
constantly, everywhere
your presence stalks me
the thought of you follows me
and it never changes
it's always there
the
the cold
it seeps into my bones
and I can't breath
for it's holding me
in its icy grip
like my fear
it has a hold
on my thoughts
and my actions
and the cold
chills me
so I can't feel
what you feel
but I try anyway
because it's the only thing to do
and maybe it'll get better
the frost will melt
and my heart will warm
but for now I'm frozen
in this icy sea
I float in the abyss
not ready to sink
but not ready to fly
it's obvious I'm scared
but I'm too cold to care
and again it chills me
it sinks in
so cold it's hot
and although I'm frozen
I'm not numb
my mind is sharp
all the details stand out
my mind is a crystal
Draco's Escort Service -Two- by dysonrules, literature
Literature
Draco's Escort Service -Two-
Chapter Two
So it was that Harry Potter stood on a largely barren road on the outskirts of London with a broom in his hand and a large sword strapped to his back. He also wore a pack and a long black cloak.
It was dusk, and cloudy, so it wasnt long before a broom dropped out of the sky and disclosed Draco Malfoy. He hopped off his broom, light as a feather, and the two old enemies observed each other through narrowed eyes.
Malfoy looked different than when he was younger. He seemed taller, leaner, and more muscular. His platinum hair was longer, brushing his shoulders and draping over his forehead to nearly conceal his grey eyes. His
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