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[AzureMoonx4x]

Sometimes…

My heart beats, and I sit on this couch
and my heart beats

Nothing going on, not really…
While my body is here heavy and still, my mind floats
Drifting between thoughts like
a lonely satellite drifts between stars

beats

It's dark and empty like space
but it's not cold
Well, it's not anything really
beats

Sometimes…
I don't know if I should be doing something more
more than just thinking
and then I wonder why thoughts seem worth anything at all
this melancholy becomes tiring
beats
my default setting
is sad

Sometimes
I wish I wasn't here, that I could
vanish
I'm not afraid to die
(beats)
I just don't want to stop living and
Sometimes

I wonder…If this is what life is then
why do I want to keep it,
clutched to my chest like a flapping bird
Sometimes
the bird lies still
sometimes
I cease to care

sometimes
I just…
stop

listening

--Hm. Any good?

[TheMikimouse123]

You never truly understand heart ache until you have been pushed into it. You see, everyone deals with it in their own way, whether its crying or holding up inside you until you explode. Yes the pain is unbearable at certain points but you will achieve happiness if you keep pushing through this jungle of vines. It only gets worse if you don't keep moving, always do your best.

[Unitatoe]

years of people stepping into this and never returning. Years of people grieving and going insane inside of it. Years and years and years of CIA and cops and investigators going in but not out. What is it? They call it the magicians door.
They say the first to go through this door was a young girl named Sarah longing in 1907 and she had once stumbled upon a strange door in the woods. The door had no house attached to it. Only a door and no house. Well Sarah got curious and opened the door. The door turned out to lead to a house full of talking mirrors and closets and flower vases full of ladybugs and butterflies. She found a strange man in a tuxedo drinking tea and he smiled at her. "Hello," said the man. "Have tea with me?"
And that is how it began. Sara and the man began to be friends, and the magician would have had his first friend. On her birthday he gave her the most magical gift of all. The magician gave Sarah three wishes. "For the first wish, I wish for beauty," began Sarah. "And the second, I wish for grace." The magician looked at Sarah. "And the third?" He asked her. "I wish to be a princess." She finished. The magician shook his head. "I can grant you only things that effect look or belongings. Being princess changes your entire perspective." He warned her. She shook her head. "Than I wish for you to tell me what it is to for me to do to become royalty."
At that it was done. She soon became princess. Her fame got to her head and she got greedy. Only more gold can please her, and alas, the only gold left she knew of was in the magicians house. She sent her men to the door, but the magician didn't wish to fight. They took him into custody and he began to sob. "Please.. The house is protected by an ancient spell! I need to be in it to protect this world from the madness!" But nobody would listen. Sarah went into the house along with the rest of her men into the door, but now only found a flight of stairs. They went up the stairs and the door shut behind them. They then never returned from the door, for it was now locked from the outside. The only way to go was up. But above that was another door, and another after that. The only way out was the last door, but what was inside the first room was filled with traps. They were never heard of again. The door was forgotten and so was the queen. The magician as well.



2085 the door was re-opened.. thousands and thousands awoke in the house time after time. Years and years of people going in but not out. The only way to stop the madness and reform the original door was to beat the game the magician created. It had 27 floors and each one more torturous than the last. Once in theirs no connection to the outside world. No choice of where to go. Their are tests and choices to be made.

I will be the first one to finish it.

I will free the people Who were trapped in here.



I am chess, and I.. Am the magician.

feedback?))

[Connor.Deviant]

I really liked that its very original please write more

[.the slayer]

We live to die,
We fall to fly,
We win to fail,
We're strong to be frail.

We love to hate,
We toy with fate,
With every choice we make,
Promises we keep and break.

We're happy and sad,
Feel good and bad,
However hard we try,
We fall not fly.

[wishbone!]

I don't know my forever.
Do you know yours?
Maybe they're behind one of these millions of doors.
What if all the doors are empty,
and nobody's waiting on the other side?
What would happen then?
Maybe I'll never meet them.
Not now, not ever,
Will I meet my forever?
Do I have a forever?
Do I have that missing spark that everybody yearns for?
Or will I always be staring inside an empty door?
It could be too soon.
It could be too late.
I don't think I have the patience to wait.
I could take a short-cut,
but what if I miss it as I go by?
My one chance at forever,
Gone. Gone forever.
Am I overthinking?
Am I overhoping?
No, no; I don't believe so.
Surely I have faith in something true.
Something that refuses to be deceitful
but always could have been.
I don't want a forever.
Then again, I could be my own forever, right?

[SachikoKurisu]

As I looked upon a falling star
Whose trail was long and ever far
I made a wish for something rare
To find someone who's good and fair.

Though as the days they came and went
I thought my wish was gone and spent
I looked up high and wondered why
That lonely star had left the sky.

Its not the wish that got me there
The place I met him, this I swear
But who I was when our eyes met
And what we said, I won't forget.

I cannot say what's said or done
But all I knew was he's the one
And planted seeds of hope and love
For he's the star from far above

[Tanetane]

I could try to explain
The frigid breathe escaping
From a variety of mannequins
Or perhaps golems
That sway back and forth
Only to never truly move

I could

Or I could try to explain
That those swaying
Idle caricatures of humans
Are living creatures
Who complain about the heat
Perhaps because they're afraid
Of melting

No, I'd rather explain
How cold their breathe is
Because it's very hard to see
That those figures of plastic flesh
Are truly animated and real

It's hard to fathom
How alive they are
In comparison to me
They must be manufactured
To be so perfect and lively
And in sync with one another
Living in a hivemind freedom
Akin to robots, without
The strange inhuman voices

Or maybe I'm the manufactured one
Who is in denial
Of how truly alive I am
Or rather, how dead
Merely surviving, not living

I'm not even animated
Unlike the golem-like
People I see
Everyday

[*~.Imagination.~*]

Small Talk

I am aiming for witty banter,
But instead I come off unintelligently sarcastic.
Not quite how I wanted to present myself,
But I did not have time to filter-
Not under the probably-somewhere-written
Rules of small talk,
Based on widely hated yet accepted
Societal dictations
On meaningless conversations.
I wish we could just skip
These interchangeable interrelations,
Because I want to know you
But I don't know how to.
See, there's no easy way to segway from,
How was your day?
to
Are you comforted or disturbed by your own insignificance?
Do you imagine heaven is really above us,
Or is it on some separate plan of existence?
or
Describe to me the curve of your mother's cheek when she smiles,
And the tightness in your brother's face when he laughs.
or
Convince me that the universe does not exist-
That we are all figments of our own imaginations.
Convince me that nothing we do will ever make a difference.
Explain to me why humanity is only a blink on the timeline of the universe
And that nothing we accomplish really means anything
And that the moon laughs at us when we think we matter.
And then tell me why we matter anyway.
I want to here your description and commentary
Concerning every abstract thought.
I want your hypotheticals told like reality
And then I want you to twist it so it's realer than you and me-
Because I find you only really know someone
Once you've known how they view the world around them
But more than that
How they view the world that's not around them.
I want to see you use the creative spirit God has put in you
To explain why creative spirit does not exists
Or why it's the only thing that exists
Or how we're all really spirits
But we just don't know it yet
And death is just realizing what we've been all along
And why it is not sad that the epiphany comes sooner to those who are good
Or why it is heartbreaking that the epiphany comes sooner to those who are good.
Screw small talk.
I want your take on the universe,
And the trees
And your dreams
More than the weather.

[~Melly~]

Its nearly 2 am and I wrote this....


Numinous Love

My feelings are powerful but remain unspoken.
I only hope that my eyes tell the story
That i'm too scared to utter:
I'm too scared to admit that I need you,
That I need anyone
Because I realized I was in love
With the way you laugh
And the way you looked at me
Like you knew that I thought you were familiar
And we weren't really strangers.
My heart is gaping open, spilling my secrets
Flowing with newfound passion.
I want to hold your hand forever and feel the veins hiding under your skin.
I see the cosmos when I kiss your lips
And my heart implodes when you gaze with hungry eyes.
We're risking it all,
The rise and fall
For a chance to hold someone for eternity.