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I am angry, everyone I knew has left me- and I have no energy to keep the ones left around me. I am angry 'cause I envy, as I grew older I've lost the ability to do things. My creativity is dropping, and the urge has vanished. I am twenty-five now and by the time I am twenty-six, I feel like I...

This place where my head spreads, read it and know: it is genuine, my life hellish, and my thoughts dressed in the deepest darkest. Share your piece, or don't; either way, it won't matter much. My mind is barred: my gates closed, and my walls guarded by dark thoughts I can't get rid of.

Is where I've been a lie lived? Were the words we shared, a lie spread? What am I supposed to do, where are my thoughts supposed to go for me to hear the truth. I just want to know, for a final time, for absolute sure, whether what he spared eachother was real or not. Provide me proof, too. I...

I know you, you know me too; we know eachother, and I loved you. You said you did too; I hurt, my mind turns. What should I do. We drift, you vanish, and I'm left here; how I wish I was anyone else. I cannot speak, the entire day I spend trying to get asleep; even so, I have dreams and things to...

I use a lot of words, say a lot of things; it all comes back to this- I am alone and I feel empty, nothing I do fills me and anyone I cared for leaves me. I have no energy and this simple fact drains me, I cannot do anything and it kills me. I try to chase, but the first step leaves me out of...

I try to die: it hasn't worked. I try to hurt: it doesn't matter; I try to get help, people stare at me like I'm in the wrong place- What am I supposed to do, I was never taught of this in school.

Time has gone on for too long.

Escape I'd walked for very long, a hundred-million years passed in my sense's absence. From where the end was, I find my feet rest and my gaze stretch; I now observe naught but this vast, desolate place: I stand upon its edge. With my hands outstretched, my forehead kissed by the emptiness...

I will not engage as to the conversation about 'games', as it is not the right place. It is tangential. As for this specifically, I will emphasize that it is common for a reason. Your experience is yours, the voice of many others are the voices of many others just as much. Luck is the prime...

Roleplays have always tended towards abruptly ending, as caused by a multitude of factors most aptly summarized as 'loss of inspiration'. This tends to be on the part of participants, as opposed to the GM, though certainly a vanishing GM is not outside of the realms of possibility. It is...

Once, I went to the Store It's a moody day, cloudy skies full of rain, 'What is the worth of this pain, and the dirt?' I hear the smattering of droplets splattering, Windows rattling, cashier cackling; Standing still by the register, I check my purse, 'I thought I'd pay with the earth,' 'Whole...

There is so much no one knows about, struggles left untold and lessons left untaught; who I am no one really seems to know about, very little to be cared for, knowledge supposed to be lost- friends lost, acquaintances drifted distances far beyond where I now roam: I'm a drifting one. I deal with...

I suppose this is it then, this is the end; thank you for all that you were, all that we'd been.

I am alone now, have been for a long while. So much to say, but these feelings just won't go away; I try to understand, however there's so much for me to handle; It's an emptiness that strangles, intoxicates and wrangles my heart and thus mangles. My personhood it entangles, sentience estranged...

PROJECT STRELITZIA. Project Strelitzia: Character Creation Sheet Code & Design by Serobliss [ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- //. PART 1 - Character Profile Project StrelitziaWhen The Stars Withered ▂▂▂ //...

Though it may sound preposterous for myself to say it, nonetheless it is primarily because I do not believe the two of us would match in writing level, or the commitments we make for roleplaying, resulting in a bad 1x1-match. Secondarily, your group roleplay is generally uninteresting and rather...

Introspection I wake up, Drenched in cold sweat wrought by my deepest inability to sleep enough. The water within which I'd slept as deep, dark, and cold as the nightmare I had dreamt about, Blessed by the loneliness, imagination ends when reality encroaches it: Recurring themes intermix...

Truth, There is nothing he will not do to be friends with you. He will show you how things are, He will tell you the devil behind every remark, And he will unmask every single smile: Invading all that's hallow, razing every precious thing with burning husks and swallows- All your thoughts and...

Considering my writing of vaguely poetic works are a recurring thing, I have decided to make a singular thread (this one) within which I will post them. There are no primary themes, or intentional topics which I focus on; these are spontaneous creations, spurred by whichever influences they...

The only fateful encounter of my life was a woman on a Chatango chatroom funneling me into writing with her, and thus I became a writer. Though, MSN is a close second.