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Jan 2014 Dxsolate Sighs

Buzz

Through the internet
I see with my square telescope
The world of feelings
Which I discovered
Recently.

Though these emotional chant
Actually expresses art.
But, only with a sharp eye
Can one know whether it is art or feelings

One can wonder
With emotions
Art is summoned
So to the theory
That art is a work of feelings
Played together with a specific medium
To display a unique melody.

Thus, the works of this world intrigues me
So I join in the ritual
Because in every feeling
Has it's own unique melody.

Jan 2014 Dxsolate Sighs

social anxiety.

Jan 2014 Dxsolate Sighs

Makala

social anxiety.

Sorry I fail at communicating.
    Sometimes I get nervous when I talk; my words don't always come out right.
Sorry about the thing I said.
     I promise it didn't sound that way in my head; I'm trying to get better at that, I promise.
Sorry I'm bad at having conversations.
     I care a lot about what you think of me. Sometimes I get scared that I'll say something wrong, so I won't say anything at all. This is one of those times.
Sorry I don't speak a lot.
      I'm really interested in what you're talking about, I just can't think of things to say right now.
  Some toddlers can hold conversations better than I can.
  Thanks for putting up with me anyway.

Revised post. I found this on tumblr; I related to it completely. It didn't give credit to who wrote it, but everything on here is something I struggle with day to day.

Jan 2014 Dxsolate Sighs

Two

Jan 2014 Dxsolate Sighs

Luis Martinez

Two

You're present. Place. Time.
I'm living. Breathing. Alongside you.
We're fighting on the same side.
We're present. Not together. Not yet.
When? Will we be together longer? Is there time to grow, before the fight?
What is it to be one body, two souls?
Dying and broken in the blood bath?
Killing for the other.
Sustaining the Infinite mortal cycle of vengeance.
On the same team, still refusing our two to be one.
Spill it, reveal the truth. Black and white, death and life. Simple. Are you with or only next to me?
Is it really right to bleed as one,
And have no traces of bond? Any? None.
Did you **** the enemy for fear of losing me -
    Or for fear of losing the battle?
Did I jab his heart because I needed a partner,
Or because I wouldn't win the war without you?
It's all synonymous, this gray correlation between light and dark. You and me. Turned the other way,       Back to the start. I am blank.
Now when my heart bleeds, will yours concede,
Or will yours be free?

— The End —