He loved to watch her dance. She was liek a faerie in his six year old eyes, almost floating around the room. That particular night, he and his golden brother watched from the doorway as she danced with their father. Laughter and music, his parents were the epitome' of both ( Read more... )

[Memory from 16. Badly written, mayhaps, but written nonetheless.]

He didn't have any particular interest in sports. He was only there to meet up with J. and his friends. He arrived just as the baseball game was ending, as was the plan, and moved near the bleachers to wait ( Read more... )

Because i haven't energy to write my own words, tonight.

( [From Richard Bachman's Rage] )

& because that last entry in ghostwalker weren't enough, & my self has decided to move on to soem other emotion, and i just need to phucking write at the moment, i shall write another entry. yes.

( expect this to be uber long, erratic, and full of angst. )

[Dark & triggering, i'm sure.]

[Too many thoughts, too many thoughts.]

Pain in my head, in my veins. i know tisn't real; phantom pain, ghost pain. Shards of memory and past abuses. Shaking, this thing inside my head clawing to be recognized. Suppress the past, ghost. Trace thought with silence. Attempts to subdue these haunts with distraction, ( Read more... )

[erratic, as are my thoughts]

Chaos filled the skies in the guise of thunder and lightning. Chaos filled the boy's head, broken thoughts and haunting memories. Here he sat, alone in the cemetery. It was his refuge from his guardian, from home, from what took place there. Here he sat in the rainy darkness, soaked to the skin. Sitting against a ( Read more... )

[one of the good memories]

The boy stood in the hallway, his forehead resting against his locker and his eyes closed. Two hours into the school day, and his head was pounding. He wanted nothing more than to leave here, but didn't feel up to risking the wrath of his guardian if he was caught skipping again ( Read more... )

Eat little white pills liek candy; prescribed sweets to silence the addictions? pain. Chasing ghosts with percosets and caffeine. Follow shadows along the walls, paint the ceiling red and violent violet.

[misconceptions,]

You still leave me shaken, love. i never said it was nice, that torment you claimed was pleasure. i never said it was ( Read more... )

[the mind with make believe ( Read more... )

Last night was one of those 'sleep a few hours, wake because of the dreams' nights. Too many of those nights, eh. The dreams were mixtures of randomness and whatever and memories ( Read more... )