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Mommy Talks In Her Sleep
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Nothing Isnt RealIn the car, I slept close to the window and tried not to watch everything fly by behind my eyelids.Nothing Isnt Real
When I got home, I fell backwards onto my bed and everything didn't seem real. You know, like when you're in the bathroom and you're crying and you look in the mirror and don't see yourself, when even after you wipe the tears away, you're eyes are still bloodshot with scarlet spider web veins and you still can't breathe out of you're nose and you still don't look like yourself no matter how long you stare into your own eyes?
Or when you're having one of those amazing moments or even one of those worst time
by ~Asherlee0099
December is Awful Cold in July"December is getting awfully cold." I whisper while you draw pictures of skeletons on the floor in my room. My veins were tangled in knots and my blood was close to dripping through my transparent skin. The sun was shining outside and it was the middle of July but I was freezing. I was always freezing because I couldn't keep myself warm, I didn't know how and I didn't want to.December is Awful Cold in July
"Don't. Please, just don't."
"The sky is really gray today." I whisper while you're lying in my bed. The curtains were closed and I couldn't even see the sky but I could tell what color it was. I could tell, because I was turning gray, my skin
by ~Asherlee0099
Sara's NightmaresDear Mommy and Daddy,Sara's Nightmares
I still have the nightmares, Mommy. Every night. I still have nightmares about seeing you lying in the bathtub and me asking you what was wrong and why the water was red. Mommy I was so scared because you wouldn't open you're eyes. I kept saying, "Please wake up mommy. Please open you're eyes. I'm scared mommy." But you didn't answer me and I ran back to my room and called grandma. I told her there was something wrong with you because the bath water was red and whenever I took baths the water was never that color.
I still have nightmares about seeing grandma run out of your bedroom screaming and cryi
by ~Asherlee0099
We Sleep On The CloudsDear Sara,We Sleep On The Clouds
I don't know how to explain this to you. I don't even know if I could explain this to myself. Daddy had cancer. Cancer is a sickness, and it made daddy so sick that he had to go to heaven. Do you know what heaven is? It's a place where everyone goes when they die and it's very nice there. Daddy sleeps on clouds now and I promise, whenever you look up at the sky, he'll be right there.
I know it's confusing, but he's happy now and cancer isn't making him sick anymore.
I've been a terrible mommy to you and I'm so sorry. Sara, I love you so much, so much more then anything else. I just miss daddy a lo
by ~Asherlee0099
| I think I'm addicted to writing. |
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he told me that 'life is tetris when the pieces fit, because all the other shit disappears. when they don't, all your issues just pile on top of each other until the screen fills up and GAME FUCKING OVER.' i told him that at least tetris had a restart button.
sometimes he talked in his sleep and he would say things like 'i know that the cherry trees love me' or 'i'm breaking into marrow-thin strips' or 'she's a maverick and i fucked her like i meant it'. i would write these things down and show them to him and the crinkle of his eyebrows meant that they troubled him, but he said they were pretty.
somewhere i
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i fell in love with the miragei don't believe in numbers. i don't believe in language. i don't believe in religion. i don't believe in science.i fell in love with the mirage
because
hypocrites invented math, and letters are fabricated. fairytales are for children, and chemicals don't exist.
i don't believe in art i don't believe in love i don't believe in life, and i sure as hell don't believe in death either.
because
my eyes reflect light, not color. my brain controls my emotions. existence is a fucking nightmare only a coffin can wake me from.
i'm just
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| I wish I could write like these amazing people. |
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| I'm Ashley And I wish I had a different name. |
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- Current Residence: Floridaaaa
- Favourite band or musician: She Wants Revenge, The Killers, All Time Low, Pierce The Veil
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Indie, Rock, Acoustic. Pretty much everything. =]
- Favourite artist: Jen, my little sister.
- Favourite poet or writer: E.E. Cummings.
- Favourite photographer: Brooke Shaden
- Favourite style of art: Surreal
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I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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Thanks so much.
I don't mind at all!
It made me cry.
Bravo. Just amazing writing in general and I hope you keep it up. Please do.
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"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest."
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You have no idea how much that means to me.
Really.
Please keep writing.
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"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest."
-Confucius
your an excellent writer.
keep it up i enjoted it.
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i'll eat you up, i love you so.
hurrhurr! yush i know it might be confusing but it is ment to be like that. so what do you think? do have have somewhat writing matrail like you? but yeah it is ment to say it is GREAT art work you have there. and do NOT dare say it is not art work cuz it is! :]
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I might be crazy...but it happens when you are a blonde! :]
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