Suicide is like a virus đź¦
Help I’ve got nutters around.
I would really love to please some children, however I believe we are in the adult ring . When you have lost everything you have emotionally,
your thoughts running wild, you really want to punch someone in the face, but that’s in my dream and we are in reality , so when you trip over your jack in the box, and it doesn’t rhyme, don’t go running to snitch, you three faced slime. Of course this is just a dream , reality is much more supreme, do you ever consider those that are around, who feel the pain of your fucking around? Well obviously you are so stuck in your grime you haven’t noticed the slime, watch the razor doesn’t slip, wouldn’t want a mess or a drip , on your cream shaggy carpet now would we, oh my is it Halloween, no I was just in a dream . Think of others.
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Dawn Earnshaw
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
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Why do I write ✍️
I write so that one day, someone will read my words and resonate with them, like a light switch or a tiny little spark of inspiration and support that we all suffer through dark times, it’s the way we react to things that make us who we are. I may not be able to change the world but I can make positive waves in the hope that they stir positive energy and thoughts that can change the world in others.
By Dawn Earnshaw8 months ago in Poets
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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