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AttyChar88
I love to read and write. I love being dragged into the world of fiction and rewriting reality. I am 18.
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Your habit-
Write about your habit(s) I guess. Have fun!
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Smoke

Smoke enters my throat.

Exits my hope.

Trying to quit.

But it's a bitch.

I will learn the errors of my ways.

But not now, in later days.

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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Shattered Reality

Check, double check, triple check, but what do they expect?

They come to me and see, but they are not willing to accept.

I show the truth but people will see what they want to see.

I reflect, but they project, sticking all of their insecurities on surrounding shelves.

Continue to perceive but never working on themselves.

If I am an extension of them, with no body all my own.

I hope to destroy with stone, this glass, like shattered bone.

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Black but more.

Your assumptions are presumptuous.

Treat me like you’d treat anyone else.

My skin, my love, my body are not yours to gawk at, to flock to.

You want to grip, grab, grasp at my flesh of flesh.

I am depth. Beneath the skin and body.

I am the spine holding up my ancestor's story.

I am my own original thoughts and interests and emotions.

I am so much more than yours to prod at.

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Dissociation

My spacial awarness ceases to exist once my eyes shut.

Where am I?

Eyes closed, body falling.

Fear of opening my eyes because I may open them and still wonder where I am...

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Depression: A One Person Show

Enter stage left

A young individual enters stage left

They look around with a sense of curiosity

Narrator: They wondered when their life had become an act. When a smile was forced and the fleeting happiness of their youth disappears along with the hope that got them there.

They take a seat center stage, look out at the empty theatre, and tears flow down their face. The spotlight is on them and they become uneasy with the pressure of the performance.

Young Individual: Why am I here? No one is here. I am all alone performing for who? Myself?

They look down twiddling their thumbs.

Young Individual: There used to be people here. Where have they gone? I can no longer perform.

The spotlight goes out and the theatre is dark.

Narrator: A young life devoured by the darkness of the world.

Scene.

Silence rings out in a screeching cry across the theatre, as no one is there to applaud...

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Challenge of the Week CXVII
In Total Silence. Don't make a sound, write in whispers if you must. The theme is silence. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Every word I speak is silent because they go unheard.

Lack of volume no but lack of acknowledgement.

My silence echos through my heart the ringing of a thousand bells.

Bells etched from the sorrow in my soul, screetching voluminous, excrutiating despair.

Reach into my mind and the silence becomes you, becomes numbness to the sound.

Blocking out all the thoughts, singing, screaming.

Hints of joy mixed with the blackness of a soul unheard.

Dimmed by the expectations of others.

Why talk if they do not want to hear me.

...and they wonder why I talk to myself.

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Write a story or poem about madness.
Most of us have nearly gone mad at some point, write something about madness, whether it be about a friends madness, about madness in general, or your own.
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the madness of my mind

screaming inside my head I can not fathom the world

it is real and tumbling and dishevling my mind

one moment is there and then gone. where did it go

the stillness of one moment is the movement of another

the resistance and pull of the motion of the world is stretching me until I break

I will soon be gone matter that no longer matters

in a million years I will be a star or in 100 maybe a petal of a flower

how ironinc to live a long life and still in the end basically acheive nothing

it will all be gone in an instant

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the truth is unfortunate and so are you

Here lies a weak, wilting flower buried beneath the shadows

Seemingly her world is dark, with no hint of sun

No one can fathom her happy highs and sorrowful lows

And this sadness which haunts her can never be undone

Yet, not when she was in her bloom of youth

did this melancholic darkness grab ahold of her so tightly

A happy young flower until she learned of life's truth

Out of naivete she withered, which made her cry nightly

Life is truly unfair and that is an unchangable fact

Unfortunately, little tulip, hydrangeas got the sun that you lacked.

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Advice for Young Women.
150 words or less. Any format.
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Never let love decide your life for you. You are your own being when you are without love. Partners are an extension, not the outlet you need to pwer on. You power yourself, so stay energized on your own. Don't unplug yourself and decline opputunities for another person.

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Submission

Love me tender.

My desire is willing to bow down and surrender.

Your hand is cold to the touch but I find warmth in your embrace.

I wonder if you see the submission in my face.

Body to body.

Heart to heart.

Rip open my flesh and tear my disobedience apart.

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