When the reason hesitates,
and the voice of the heart
is the only thing that you can hear
no-one light can distract you
from the darkness
that obscure your eyes...
Happy b-day, MaxiI can’t help but smile mischievously while I settle the circlet with attached the bunny ears that I’m wearing, unable to keep myself from well place the tight baby doll that I’ve put on some minutes earlier. "Are you ready, Max?" I ask, hesitating on my bedroom's door.
Sitting on my bed with a blindfold that covers his only good eye, Max nods slightly, extending an arm along his side while with the opposite hand he starts caressing the sheet of the mattress on which he had took a seat, and bringing instinctively it to his face. "Uh... yeah, I am..." he reply after a hesitation, trying to move the patch away.
"What are you doing?" I exclaim, running to slap his arm to stop him. "No, don't take it off!"
The boy interrupts himself, lifting his chin toward the spot where I am. "Sorry, I don’t want to ruin the atmosphere, really, but this... this thing itches, it's so annoying...” he complain, swaying as I lean forward.
"All right, all right, I’ve underst
Buon compleanno, MaxiNon posso fare a meno di sorridere maliziosamente mentre mi sistemo il cerchietto con attaccate le orecchie da coniglietto, non riuscendo a trattenermi dal darmi una sistemata anche all’attillato baby doll che ho indossato poco prima. «Sei pronto, Max?» domando, esitando sulla porta della stanza mentre sposto il peso del corpo da un piede all’altro.
Seduto sul letto con una benda che gli copre l’unico occhio buono, Max annuisce leggermente, allungando un braccio lungo il fianco mentre con la mano opposta accarezza il lenzuolo del materasso su cui si era accomodato, e portandosela istintivamente al volto. «Uh... sì...» replica in seguito da un’esitazione, cercando di spostarla.
«Che fai?» esclamo, correndo a schiaffeggiargli il braccio per fermarlo. «No, non toglierla!»
Il ragazzo s’interrompe, alzando il mento verso il punto in cui mi trovo. «Scusami, non voglio rovinare il momento, davvero, ma questa benda
Last occasionsThe door that seemed to reverberate under the knocks that someone was dealing to it, making it pulse along with the pounding temples of Max, awoke him proper while he was starting to doze off, slipping into Morpheus' arms after a long night spent wandering around in clubs with some friends.
Stunned by the lack of rest, the boy lifted wearily on his elbow, remaining in that position for a moment, to understand if somebody was really calling him or if the impression was only a joke of his tired senses.
The military platelets that he was wearing jingled slightly as he turned in the opposite direction, giving his look the opportunity to caress Eve's figure, sleeping next to him, wrapped in his uniform's jacket with an innocent smile on her lips.
After a brief break, the loud music faded considerably, enabling him to hear clearly a woman's voice calling to him at regular intervals.
Sitting down, Max took his head in his hands, trying to give a fast arranged to his hair and pants just before
Ultime occasioniLa porta che sembrava rimbombare sotto i colpi che qualcuno le stava assestando, facendola pulsare a tempo con le tempie martellanti di Max, lo svegliò di soprassalto proprio mentre stava riuscendo ad assopirsi, scivolando fra le braccia di Morfeo a seguito di una nottata passata a girovagare per locali con alcuni amici.
Stordito dalla mancanza di riposo, il ragazzo si sollevò stancamente su un gomito, rimanendo un momento in ascolto per capire se lo stessero chiamando davvero o se l’impressione fosse soltanto uno scherzo dei suoi sensi affaticati.
Le piastrine militari che portava al collo tintinnarono leggermente mentre si voltava confusamente nella direzione opposta, dando così al suo sguardo l’opportunità di accarezzare la figura di Eve, addormentatasi accanto a lui poco prima, avvolta nella giacca della sua uniforme con un sorriso innocente sulle labbra.
La musica assordante si affievolì notevolmente, permettendogli di distinguere con chiarezza
Alcoholic sadnessSitting at the kitchen table, Tashi was observing ruefully the half-empty champagne flute in front of her, thinking absently over on her entire life, and on the problems that alcohol had caused to her, making her lose her lucidity and the love of the man who she had married and with whom she had vowed to spend her whole life.
Yet, after years and years of marriage on the brink of bankruptcy, she was still there, to seek the support of the finest wine that she had imported from France a few days earlier, to face the dreary day that loomed ahead.
That would have passed without Max, obviously. Yeah, he had other things to do than at least try to understand the reasons which had led Tashi to be... well, her. What she was now. A sad and lonely wife, extremely unhappy and disappointed about everything.
The opportunity to divorce wasn't either to be considered, it would have been a real scandal, and about the family that her husband would have liked to have with her... oh, to the hell. Tashi
Tristezza alcolicaSeduta al tavolo della cucina, Tashi osservò con aria mesta il flûte semivuoto che aveva davanti, riflettendo distrattamente su tutta la propria vita, e sui problemi che l'alcol le aveva causato, facendole perdere la lucidità e l'amore dell'uomo che aveva sposato e con cui aveva giurato di passare tutta la propria vita.
Eppure, dopo anni ed anni di matrimonio sull'orlo del fallimento, eccola ancora lì, a cercare il sostegno del vino più raffinato che aveva fatto arrivare dalla Francia qualche giorno prima, per affrontare la squallida giornata che le si profilava davanti.
Che avrebbe dovuto passare senza Max, ovviamente. Figurarsi, quello aveva altro da fare che cercare di capire le ragioni che l'avevano portata ad essere... beh, lei. Quello che era adesso. Una moglie triste e sola, estremamente infelice e delusa.
Di divorziare però non se ne parlava nemmeno, e riguardo alla famiglia che il marito avrebbe tanto voluto costruirsi con lei... oh, che andasse a
Creepypasta Fandom in a Nutshell. (NOW NARRATED!)Creepypasta, creepypasta
Serve me up some creepypasta
Give me a side of scary story
With a dash of blood and gorey
Don't forget to add the raging fangirls
And of course don't forget the ranting ant hills
Never forget the sexualized psychopaths
The Mary Sues and the wannable crazy laughs
The endless hoodie wearing OC's
The neverending monochrome copies
The horribly drawn webcam art,
That looks like a 5 year olds fart
Add in a pinch of sexism,
Because any female character will be put into a prism
Don't forget to add the elitism too,
Because if you don't follow the exact rules creepypasta wiki will reject you
Forget putting any real effort into any OC,
Because the popular ones were made in just 3
Minutes, that is
You don't even need a real story
Just make one up or copy from Toby
Forget any effort at all, just give it some abs and make it stand tall
I Saved MyselfYesterday:
You saw my cut up wrist,
Gave it a kiss,
And told me everything
Would be okay.
It is not yesterday.
You are not here.
But I am okay.
I run with my own strength.
This Is Borderline Personality DisorderAnd I'll tell you what it means.
It's like spoonful of sugar,
full of empathy.
With a nasty side effect
of manipulative feelings.
It's saying and doings things
that aren't always right.
It's making many negative conversations
into colossal fights.
It becomes a controversy within,
when you suffer
from a sorry sense of abandonment.
Though you're not always sure
who to blame,
because it's you who's pushing
It's impulses pulsating like a bomb
within your chest.
And you're the sorry engineer
who has no idea
which button to press.
This is a relationship that's as stable
as water running through
Like ashes falling through
a fire's dying embers.
It's walking through a Garden of Eden
with a mass called suicide.
He taps his hand on your shoulder,
and whispers, “why don't you just
close your eyes?”
It's putting that form in the mouths
of your friends.
Begging them to say the words
because you know you can't.
It's using it yourself when you get
poetry i should not be writing at four a.m.i will love you until it hurts and even past that,
until my chest aches with the thought of
your eyelashes and every bit of your life
has been written on my skin.
i will be your pillar of strength. i will love you
after it hurts and after i grow numb and grow apart
and we find ourselves on opposite sides of the country,
like branches on a tree that grew bigger
than we could ever imagine.
i will keep your city circled on every map i place
on the walls of my room, like a reminder
and a to do list and a promise all in one. you have
etched yourself into every corner
of my brain and i have stopped trying
to catch myself thinking about you because
most days my thoughts are running too fast
to ever even catch up with
and they always seem to lead back to you.
and right now my veins are only half blood
and half holy so i know this isn’t a poem
that needs to be written but i also know
already that if i don’t get this out, tomorrow
morning i will be crouched in front
of a toilet bowl
There is a weight
You asked me to hold.
(Just for a while,
Just for a while.)
My tendons strain and snap,
I lack your Atlas strength.
The crushing force of gravity
Makes me weak, makes me sore.
Take it back, take it back,
But you’ve gone away.
I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.
The water rises to my throat.
Pushing down, rising up
Drowning and drowning and drowning.
Take it back, please take it back,
Where have you gone?
I’m pinned beneath this weight,
With water to my nose.
My lungs fill up with salt,
Choking and screaming and breathing
Only freezing thickness of water.
Where is that mild friend oxygen?
Where has he gone?
My stinging eyes are blind here.
I cannot to escape, unwilling
To shed this leaden snare
Wherein I dwell confined.
I grip it tightly.
Surely I will die,
Sweet air has left my blood
I lay back and let black water take me,
Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.
And all at once
it falls away
I watch i
I Find MyselfI find myself in my bedroom walls,
Silent and ever watchful.
I find myself in the worn living room floors,
Beaten down until used to it.
I find myself underneath my bed,
Understanding that I am my own monster.
I find myself looking at the door,
Wondering when it will open.
I find myself peeping through the window,
But night leaves nothing in my sight.
I find myself in old conversations,
My heart finally still.
I find myself stamped into black words,
Wishing for white paint.
I find myself in moonlight,
And beg for the sun.
I find myself in a dream,
After all of this nightmare.
I find myself crying,
Because you are still there.
I find myself hoping that this,
This is the last time.
I find myself turning from you,
There is no use lying.
I find myself smiling,
I find myself a lost cause,
I always find myself
Waiting for you.
School is endingGood bye, dear school,
Good bye, and thank you
For all knowledges you gave
Good bye, dear school yard,
Good bye, and remember -
Our memories will stay with you
Good bye, dear teachers,
Good bye, and please -
Keep pieces of our souls
In your hands.
Bring our past,
Bring our childhood
And share with sucessors
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-