Theres always post upon post of people complaining about being labelled. Be it goth, punk, freak, or just a free spirit, a deviation from the going ‘norm’ automatically attracts a label, no matter what you may say and do to justify yourself, you label them just as much.
Author: Contempt
When its over…
It was one of those stormy nights again. She looked out at the night sky, her head resting against the plane of glass, its cool surface refreshing her. She was glad she was inside, sheltered from the weathers brewing hostility. It felt good she wasnt the only one suffering, there had to be someone out… Continue reading When its over…
Haunted Slumber-Part VI: The Day After Tomorrow
Morgan sat herself down in the armchair directly opposite to the couch, where Erine had just sat down. ‘So what’s the whole story?’ Morgan asked. ‘ Well, ok, hmmm, I started having these really weird dreams, you know, just thought it was my overactive imagination, when they didn’t go away I put it down to… Continue reading Haunted Slumber-Part VI: The Day After Tomorrow
Natural Urge
As the new light displaces the shadow, All that I had hidden from, is reborn, More blunt has it now become, The faster it is for me to outrun.
Haunted Slumber-Part V: Subconscious/Conscious
Erine flew out the door. It shutting noisily behind her. It took her 10 minutes to get to her lecture theatre, ten minutes, with a big smile on her face, remembering her adventure that morning. She was about to head into her lecture, when she heard Saigh’s voice calling out to her. ‘Erine!’
So Confused
Its deep, This loss. So confused, This view.
The Meaning Of Nothing
He said submission is the greatest gift, To lose yourself unto another, Is the most divine spiritual adventure, And the roughest road to find again.
Still Not Seeing…
Withered flowers upon which dust now gathers, Stripped of their mortality, Eternally imprisoned by what they once meant, What of that remains?
Antidote
There are clots in me, stopping the vital flow, A river awash with lifes compulsary needs, An undertow, which pushes and drags me along, Some unknown selfish desire, from which we survive.
That Innocent Look.
As always they are oblivious, the blonde hair, innocent blue eye combination gets them everytime. It masks my true nature, one that I discovered when at a mere 6 years old, when my new best friend wouldnt share her doll.