Even This Has Become Nothing

[Serenity Reed]

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Also, strange things on the second page and beyond...?
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I guess it’s hard to say what has made everything so hard.
After everything, I am the same, yet different, a canvas still blank, yet secretly covered in invisible ink.
When darkness comes and you shine your light, the very fiber of my soul is lit up to you.
Pathetic.
I am a pathetic mess, sitting here silent, waiting for you to move, yet too lazy to greet you when you come through the door.
How should I feel?
Am I worthy?
No.
If you were to leave, I would feel no different.
If you came into me, I would truly know what it all means and the tears would rush down.
Yet I wait for you, silent, unquestioning.
Such unbearable silence, yet I bear through, numbly waiting.
When you touch my heart I can feel; the numbness melts away along with the ice of my inside, and that is why my tears are so cold.
Pathetic.
Still, I am unable to move!
Even with you inside, my joy will fade like all the times before, because the noise becomes too loud and your whispering gentleness is not what I have been trained to hear.
Why can I not move?
Am I so feeble?
Is it all nothing, as my heart continues to beat out in Morse code?
When I walk, I stumble.
I do not know if you are there.
All I know is nothingness.
I can feel no remorse for what I have done, for my heart seems too lethargic to address the sin that coats it.
The darkness and the blackness I welcome, unknowingly, unceasingly.
My heart is the lump of coal that I find in my Christmas stoking every year, no matter how hard I try.
Even the pouring out of my melting heart has become nothing to me.

 

[Serenity Reed]

I claim maturity, yet in truth I have only become more clever.
Rather than open my heart, I have learned how to gain entry.
Touching an ear with a silver tongue, I claim to think of others.

 

[Xahmen]

I love it, but why is everything so emo in this guild?  

[Serenity Reed]

Love is nothing.
Love is everything.
Love will save this world.
False love will destroy it.
Yet what can be discerned as true?

 

[Serenity Reed]

Don't ask me. rofl  

[Serenity Reed]

“Let me inside.
Let me see what you hide in your heart!”
No!
I will never let you touch what secrets dwell inside this lump that sustains me.
Beating subconsciously, this lump pours blood through thin walls called veins and arteries, allowing me to go on.
“Stop hiding everything from me!”
No.
“Please tell me how you feel.”
No.
What is the point?
What should I gain but wrongly-placed pity?
As always, the answer is no.
Because of everything, it will always be no.

 

[Serenity Reed]

“Go.”
His words, I contemplate.
“Find one you trust, should you need to talk.
Go.
Let your heart be guided by God.”
God?
Are you there?
Of course you are.
But I cannot discern the sound of my silent tears from anything here and now.
I cannot hear you.
Speak to me.
Please!
I have waited so long.
I want to speak; this selfish heart wants to be full of itself and gain your pity.
I must speak to someone.
“Someone you trust…”
Ah.
Then I can speak to no one.

 

[Serenity Reed]

Stop asking!
“What is love?”
“What meaning is there in life?”
“Why do we die?”
If you would just open your heart, the answers are there, right in front of you.
Love is not feeling.
Love is action.
Love is life.
Hate is its opposite, and we hate with a passion those we view as different, as strange, as inferior, as selfish, as shy, as talented, as fools, as addicted, as religious, as immoral, as skilled.
We hate anything above or below our level, and have yet to see that each lies on the same plane.
We hate our parents because we have realized they are not as perfect as we would like them to be.
We hate our friends because they are not capable of seeing into our hearts.
We hate others for not being our friends, for being separate.
We hate.
We hate so easily.
We rarely realize it.
Love is not affection.
Love is no feeling.
Love is grace.
And the meaning of life is the same.
As to why we die, that is the point deemed for you.
Ready or not.
Whether in sleep, torn to pieces by dogs, grazed by bullets, in a strange land, far from home or in it, you will die, ready or not.
Whenever he says so.

 

[Serenity Reed]

Skeletons dance and laugh before my eyes.
They go through life, claiming it as theirs, as the flesh slowly drops off and the sun bleaches their bones dazzling white.
The whole world smells of rotting flesh.

In the darkness we have made for ourselves, slowly we rot.
Disgusting, lifeless corpses.
Staring at the crisp white bones and connective tissue, I brave the sight in the mirror.

It is then flesh, so warm and joyful and alive, reaches out to me.
I will follow you, because you have given life to these crumbling bones.

 

[KirbyVictorious]

WALL OF TEXT!

I liked, and understood perfectly, the first one. Too lazy to read the rest.  

[Serenity Reed]

Yay!

I think. neutral

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[Serenity Reed]

Dancing on the wind,
Catching fallen stars,
Wishing hard on pinpricks of light
Smattered across the gaseous universe,
Eating chucks of cheese as if
We tasted the moon,
Running hard after rainbows,
Finding four-leaf clovers,
And tying dandelions in our hair,
We live
Ignoring the beauty.

 

[Serenity Reed]

I cannot move; I cannot breathe.
This pressure, this sudden weight, holds me down.
The emptiness gnaws like a chisel at my soul, and indeed I am wood.
I am a mannequin, pale white, naked, waiting to be clothed, feeling nothing, a false smile touching colorless cheeks.

 

[BlackHawkGS]

Zahmen

I love it, but why is everything so emo in this guild?

I've tried to fend it off with humor, but it appears to be failing...