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alcris-mendoza
alcris-mendoza
26/M Lost owl
Tonight I can feel the freshly cut trunk of the narra tree, And it is oozing with a wonderful bright red substance, That made me want to lick the sinful soul of immorality, There's no escape but to shake my knees and shout without voice. The fire that burns my skin is my only friend and listener, And for that reason, seems like the soldier was about to do it, To raise the white flag, to kneel down, As the dark soul unleashed saying that I am still Alive!
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
EvenSoldiersCry
I’ve been walking for a long time, But I am not alone for I am with with pain, I’ve been hiding for a long time, But again, I am not alone for i am with tears, I’ve been pretending for a long time, But as I said, I am not alone for I am with darkness. And for those long times, I’ve been smelling the sweet nectar that oozes within my flesh, cut by the blades of my past. Let me, oh please let me drink again that scarlet liquid elixir for my anxiety. I just want to feel alive again, poor little boy.....
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
IAmThirsty
Those sharp knives made me bleed so much, But don't you ever feel sorry for stabbing me that, Because everything has its own revenge, Your whole body was beeing mirrored. I saw that, I saw what you did, You're a brainless, stupid, narrow-minded idiot, I'll be back soon, I'll be back to take off your life, And when that day happens, I'll make sure you will never forget my name..... You'll be surprised that the words that you used to **** me yesterday, will also be the lethal weapon that I'll be using for you tomorrow. Say you last words, and I'll just see you in your greatest nightmare.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
DemonInside.
Hit me with your hardest punch, Cut me with the sharpest stone, Drown me on the deepest waters, But still you will be surprised that I have double dose in pain. With my blood all over my body, With the gunshots on my head, I will rise and let you see my death, I will rise and let you see that I can, and I will.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
Behold.
But not all tears demands to be wiped off physically, most of it demands to be felt.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Happy?
What if the moon disappears this night, what if the star stops from shining? What if I won't wake up anymore tomorrow, what if my dreams turns into a nightmare, what if I say to you that "I can't breathe", What if this would be my last night? Would there will be any changes? When I talk to you, it means that I miss you, But when I don't talk to you, it means that I'm waiting for you to miss me too.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
WhatIf?
not to talk isn't a sign of anger, not to look isn't a sign of irritation, going away isn't a sign of not going back at all, it was all just the ways of preventing you to bleed because of me.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
LetItFlow.ILetYouGo
The book has its cover, has its title, has its author. The cover, the title nor the author should tell the whole story, One must not turn the page quickly if he or she does not understand it fully. Let the momentum of the eyes touch every lines of your story and not you who touches the eyes of the readers, The river streams will continue to flow even if your heart stops to pump its blood, the water continues as if it was just another day, You wont understand the words that are hidden but you can understand the meaning why it is hidden, those are two different perspectives but both shares the same objectives which is to understand and to listen with silence. Sleep for tonight, maybe and an hour or couple of it, but the noise wont turn into dreams because realities are realities, dreams would stay as dreams, no one exceeded in the power of truth
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
1:05AM
You and me. Me to you. ) :
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Unknown
3 consecutive nights that the lonely owl haven't seen even just a glimpse of the moonlight, 3 consecutive sleepless nights for a poor nocturnal bird on its own lonely tree. And i'll be counting from numbers 1... 2... 3... and still, the bird is alone, not even its own shadow appears because there is no light. everything is darker without you my love. my only love.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
IDontWantToGo