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Sven Nissen May 2020
What has become of me? Is it a curse, or a blessing? The power of emotion overwhelming. The dark pit I have abandoned. What has happened? Why do my emotions carry strength? The strength to move. The strength to effect reality. Is it evil or good? What is the origin? Shall I embrace or abandon? I know not. Turn to The Stronger One for the truth. Do not waver or bend. Remain on the straight and narrow, and let my emotion remain free.
Sven Nissen Aug 2019
The season of green. A kaleidoscope of wonder. A peaceful plain of flowers overlooking a gentle stream. Daisies and daffodils a far a the eye can see. A rolling ocean of color, of peace. The sweet aroma of hope rolls in the air, filling my lungs, fueling my determination. Golden sunlight gently dances over the vast plain, bringing joy, bringing life to this bountiful land. I feel free...

The season of gray. A kaleidoscope turned dark. The once lively meadow now wilted. The one who brought light and warmth now hides his face behind an ocean of gray. A stream of blue turned brown. It's gentle flow of life and love are but a distant memory. The air filled with fragrance turned to dust. A constant reminder of what was lost. The plains last flower begins to wilt. Now only gray remains. I feel free...
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The season of yellow. The fragile state of gray turned black. A single spark. A little flair, erasing the memories of a once bountyfull past. The sun shown red through a haze of black, harboring wrath it seeks to make all things black. A stream of fire cuts the land, scaring it's surface for all time. As blazes cease, and winds die the scenic plain is now burnt and dry. All life is gone. All joy is lost. The once great plain is now nothing but dust. I feel free...
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A little seed tumbles and turns. It finds it hold and begins to show, a little color from long ago. I am freed....
Sven Nissen Nov 2018
Stress, rage, anxiety, shallow words, words that hold little description to reality. Always ashamed, always in despair, never happy. No more shall pain be deeper than words. Pain must be given away, placed on The Stronger One, so they become but words to us. So they become but shallow words, stress, rage and anxiety.
Sven Nissen Sep 2018
Control is the one thing I seek.
Control is the one thing I lack.
Control is the one thing I love.
Control is the one thing I loath.
Control is the one thing I hold.
Control is the one thing I let go.
Control is the one thing I defend.
Control is the one thing I destroy.
I cannot create control but am given it.  Given to me, it protects me. It protects me...









Lose control and I die.
Sven Nissen Sep 2018
What do you think?
What do you feel?
Impossible to know.
Annoyed?
Overjoyed?
What do you think of me?
Am I just a hollow noise that holds no meaning, or am I a harp bringing peace to your ears?
I do not know.
Are my intentions clear?
Do you see my man, or my beast?
Pleasure can quickly turn to agony.
Have I become agonizing?
Like water drops on the forehead, do I torture you with constant utterances that wear you down to nothing?
What do you think of me?
What do you feel?
Sven Nissen Sep 2018
Cold and Empty are the only words to describe this prison. A place for one being, white and empty, a shell of her former self. Joy and bliss are but a distant memory. Pleading for help she runs to me, shaking me about screaming for relief. What can be done? I can't help. I only gaze...
Gaze into her eternal prison. I now leave to a place she cannot follow. The place she resided before. I leave her to her prison. The prison she resides in now, and the prison she'll reside forever.
Sven Nissen Sep 2018
I see a door, a door in a vast open plain. A door that is both an entrance and an exit. A door that leads from one side of The Coin to the other. Open the door? What a consequence, it could open the way to joy and happiness or fill the plain with cold darkness. Locked tight from long ago the door longs to make the two sides one. With one swift motion I open the door, only to see myself opening the same door from the other side. We both take one step forward and shut the door. Now I find myself watching Me wander around the vast open plain only to realize that I'm not watching me. I'm watching Him...




















LET ME OUT!!!!
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