Let You GoLet You Go
I was surprised when I first saw you,
Your mouth was a rigid line,
Stretched tight across your delicate face,
Where beauty and beast intertwine.
I knew why I had come to you,
And my defences were prepared,
But as soon as I stood before you,
I felt crippled and impaired.
I had planned what I needed to say,
But I couldn't make a sound,
The words disappeared behind my teeth,
And left my quick tongue bound.
They danced inside my head,
Screaming to let them out,
As I looked into your eyes,
They dissolved into nothing but doubt.
What was there to say,
To one such as you?
I needed you to see my anger,
But I couldn't follow through.
I was too afraid to ask,
But I still need to know,
If you ever cared for me,
Why did you let me go?
My mind teased and scorned me,
Reminding me of what I felt,
My heart was lonely and sore,
Black and blue like a swollen welt.
My lips trembled beneath the pressure,
But the words in my mouth were numb,
Standing right in front of you,
I became blind, deaf a
Diary of unborn childGreetings mom
I'm your baby. You still don't know me, I'm few weeks old. You shall meet me very soon, I'm promising you. Just to tell you - I'm girl and I have blue eyes and brown hair. Well, not now, but I will have them when I grow up. I want to be doctor and you will support me, no? I love you mom.
Mom, you was so happy today. You told everyone about me. You have sweet smile. But daddy...he looks angry. Why mom? He don't love me? And he punched you. I felt when you fell on floor, hugging me. I'm OK, but you? Why he done that?!?
You now can see me. Your womb grew big and I can feel that you are proud of me. You today walked trough city with your mom, buying me clothes and you looked so excited. You sang to me, you have beautiful voice. Even when you talked to me, I felt safe. HAHA you are tickling me!
Today, dad arrived and punched you once again. He told you that you must do abortion. But what means "abortion"? Why he do
Those Forsaken in Stone (MC CREEPYPASTA)I wonder if you've ever stood next to the ocean and just stared into its vastness. Endless; that would be the word I'd use to describe it. The ocean is endless. Endless and hollow. Though, you know when you look at the ocean it's not hollow: it's full of fish, and other, smaller things. It's also full of other things; unimaginable things. Things that have yet to be discovered. Lost things. Some would perhaps use the word forsaken. The fact about the ocean is that it's so very vast and endless that it's almost unknowable. There will always be that little piece of unknown. That little piece of deepest blue where even the wisest of men can only attempt to wonder. Demons and dragons, treasures, curses, wishes and heavens and all in-between could reside in such aquatic blackness. In fact, when left only to ponder this, I suspect many-a-man has succumbed to insanity when picturing the many evils, as is the curse of our human nature, that may lie within the dark, forsaking waters.
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