Corrupted Dreams

Author: Amelia Victrix

  • Goth girl with an e-diary

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    These haunting words reach out to me, the droning string being all I have taking me out of this realm of pain and extreme discomfort. All is internal now, my exposed armor weakens by the day. My core ungaurded. These words that float out of magnetic coils are alien to me, their meaning lost but…

  • A season of change

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    Compiling compost. Stacking the children of the woods. A chore ending with a memory I like the most. Breath in the air, runny noses, tightened hoods. A season of change, marshmallows to roast. Blood picking fights, swarms for goods. Spiked eggnog and dubious cider for toasts. Sweet dreams for rough days. Tart ones for the…

  • I wish

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    Making a dent in a dayat least that’s the worstthoughts like these don’t keep fears at bay.I fixate on the bestI fixate on the worstAny idle thought or process that crosses my mind stays thereIf there were no financial worryIf there were no reflective fear?If a career was something I had and I felt glad…

  • Something to think about

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    And here I am, the difference between the ideal and real me waning every day. The costume and the being slowly growing greyer, not a dreamer but a doer, someone actually putting forth the effort. My flaws becoming open but also gifts. My curses, my tools. The question no longer whether I’d be anything, but…

  • Trading Spaces

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    I stepped near the pool, the night sky casting it’s familiar mood upon the concrete surrounding the crystaline blue water. A lone figure lightly kicking her legs, water up to her knees. Her porcelain skin covered by gaurish gashes, bruises, wounds that had not yet healed. I sat next to her, nothing and everything on…

  • Hopeful Depression

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    Cold carpet, warm embrace. Pillow pressed harshly against my face. Paranoid the same spike on awareness. Only makes me hate this place. Desire to trust, desire to love. Therapy not supplying preparedness. Lots of ideation, lack of a desire to eat, distancing myself in case I can’t get a hug. Brooding over nothing, punishing myself,…

  • The #3

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    Two defining traits wound themselves tightly across every drop of rain that formed a day. Some days bright, others dark. Fingers point to circumstance, DNA, chemicals. Every breakdown, a new finger to point. Therapy over USB, connecting trauma from you to me. An ear that hears too much, preventing what I need to be. Scraping…

  • New Perspective, old dreams

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    I’m creating a new world One that I hope you’ll enjoy Flexing creative muscles New mindsets to employ Trying to stay positive Extendng my social reach Removing every leech Maybe I’m glorifying a detox binge but I haven’t felt this good in years Doing all that I desired Moving all my gears I hope you’ll…

  • Algorithmic Deterioration

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    I’m thinking about death. I’m thinking about paper trails. I’m thinking about blind typing. When I go would there be an investigation? Would my S.O. follow clues? Watch every blu-ray left behind? Chase what little social media I had? Would he ask friends about me? Interact and learn? Would he try to find my ghost in my past? Try to grasp every ounce of my…

  • Good Riddance to Tumblr

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    I’m happy my format is gone I’m happy hyperlinks are broken things are better then ever they took the media too i’m really really progressing even my avi is gone i’m proud of myself i don’t think anyone reads this I’m just so much better than i’d ever have hoped thanks for making the Internets grave you scumbags April 29th, 2019 11:05pm