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AutophobiaAutophobia by stichesBodyBagTtags
sometimes being alone is
wishing you could numb yourself,
with just some
but, that will not work
everything eventually leaves
and so do people
for a short time or a long time
the pressure in your chest
fells like you are suffocating
why is it ?
people walk by, you say ''hi''
but they don't respond
''what the fuck ,am I invisible ?"
''WHY CANT YOU HEAR ME!''
''JUST LISTEN TO ME''
a never-ending cry for help...
when a car comes by your spirit lifts
when the car dissAPEARS
your lungs clench
and so these days go by
as you feel the sensation to climb walls
or rip open your chest just to get some air
but in the end you will still be alone
''why won't anybody hear me"
If white...If the white noise could fill the silence.If white... by Leira15
If some white smell could swirl the air.
If any sense could reach my heart.
Then maybe this world wouldn’t be so bare.
Through the PrismsWhite light shoots through the shaped glass,Through the Prisms by Everlasting90
breaking free as a rainbow torrent on the other side.
The rainbow goes through a second prism,
returning to its fair luminous form.
We are the spectrum manifested.
We fell through the prism and became
colored incarnations of the light.
Each connected since the beginning
and until the end.
When our time to leave comes,
we will go through the second prism
and we will return, return to purity.
The Blank PageHello, there. What’s your name?The Blank Page by Everlasting90
That’s a nice name. Nice to meet you.
I’m...well I have no name, at least not yet.
Maybe over time, you can think of one for me.
So what do you want to do? What do you want to write about?
My blankness is your canvas. You can write whatever you want.
Tell me anything you want to.
You can tell me how your day was, the good and the bad.
You can tell me your greatest dreams, your darkest desires.
You can share your world, real or imaginary. We can make it real.
I won’t judge your words. You can erase what you don’t want.
You can share me with your family, your friends, the whole world.
Or if you like, we can keep it a secret. Just you and me.
I will hold them for as long as you want.
I’m all yours.