A Childs Wish, And A Love Come True by Darknessunderthemoon, literature
Literature
A Childs Wish, And A Love Come True
We cry at night with whisper words of loneness
Our tears fall as we think of the death of a mother
Who means the world to us
At night we look up at the sky, that's dark and empty
Wondering, will heaven doors take her?
We hold ourselves tighter, hopeing, praying,
God just a little bit longer?
Let us say our goodbyes?
More tears fall as a child's wish is spoken into the night's air
With thousands of questions unanswered
Will we feel broken and lost without our mother?
Can we move on, knowing she's no longer here?
While everything around us, reminds us of her?
Her soft voice, telling us "It's okay. I'm here."
She's been
We have D.I.D.
We are not fake or made up.
We are not a set or a cyborg.
We are a family.
We just happen to share a head.
Yes, that means we don't have a clear past.
Yes, that means life isn't all flowers and rainbows.
Life isn't always nice.
We aren't mad.
Dissociative Identity Disorder is how our brain chose to deal with our past.
So you deal with it too.
-A Dark Passage- by Darknessunderthemoon, literature
Literature
-A Dark Passage-
A dark passage
To and from
back and fourth
around, around we go
come here little prince
Walk a little faster
closer we come
closer we fall
down the hole
up became down
DID and the Illusion of Self by yournamehere47547376, literature
Literature
DID and the Illusion of Self
The study for the cause and proof of being gay is not about being gay. It is about being straight. It is about sexuality. It is about love and lust and chemical reactions causing us to perceive emotions.
The study for the cause and proof of DID should not be about having DID. It should be about being singular. About having one mind. About having a mind. About having a "self".
"I." What is this concept? I? How did it come to be?
Humans are animals. Advanced animals. We recognize the "self". We can even recognize existence in other beings. But what causes this existence? In the end, we're all just chemicals. Just neurons firing, telling us w
She sits on the front steps,
forearms resting on her legs,
Cigarette between two fingers.
Her posture is casual, but she is not.
Every move is calculated, planned out.
She takes a drag, leaning back she slowly blows it out
the smoke hangs in the cold air, ever so slowly dissipating.
She stares up at the cold wintery sky
watching the delicate clouds that her breath makes
float away into the night.
She leans forward again, left arm resting on her leg
while the other gently pulls back her sweater,
and she gingerly rubs her wrist.
Her face is blank, but not devoid of emotion as usual.
There is something there, hiding behind
A Troubling Thought by fallenxxangel12, literature
Literature
A Troubling Thought
I sit watching things happen from a passerby's veiw.
I am seeing things through my eyes, yet also from outside my body.
I shift trying to see better. My vision is blurred.
I can see my hand, elbow resting on my knee, lighter in my fingers.
I stare... I can't feel it... I can't move my fingers.
My hand moves on its own and lights my cigarette...
I quit smoking over a month ago.....
I feel myself breath in the smoke, and exhale.
I feel sick.
I can't see straight...
I can't think...
My thoughts tumble over one another.
I strain to move my body, yet as I see myself from outside
I can see it doesn't follow my commands.
It moves,
I shiver as his finger tips
slowly and gracefully dance across my back.
I'm trying to breathe,
but I can't concentrate.
He moves closer his body close against mine.
I can feel him breathing,
his chest rising and falling.
I feel his breath hot against my shoulder.
I roll over and look up at him.
his eyes catch my gaze, and I'm lost.
so dark and hypnotizing,
that cocky smirk just makes him more alluring.
I brush his dark hair aside
and just stare, lost in his eyes.
His hand is hot on my skin,
resting on my stomach.
I shake my head.
I feel foolish for swooning like
some silly highschool girl
falling for her crush.
I chance a glance