about time...I have lots of pictures to upload, and will get round to it soon.
Just want to say still here! struggling, but alive!
Rachael x
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RachaelTowards the sky
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No RainbowsI sit here in silence, but inside I hear screams. A terrified child, who wakes from her dreams. There are no rainbows, sunshine or lollipops, All she wants – is for this to stop.No Rainbows
Beyond the wailing, there is no peace; Just instructions of a deadly kind, which refuse to cease. Frightening images, that no one else can see, Shackled by the curse; of being me.
For each minute I live, suffering must ensue, Echoes of the past that blend into the new. I see but cannot feel the descending tears, We are slowly drowning, destroyed by all our fears.
I sit h
by ~miss-disorientated
FallingAll around me, people are falling... And as hard as I try to catch them, I never get a good enough grip.Falling
Through my arms they descend, I reach out with no success. I’m scared, for all of us.
by ~miss-disorientated
Remember?Remember?Remember?
There are some days in the year, That I wish I did not have to face. I just want them to disappear And leave not a single trace.
For with these days comes upset, Distress too difficult to explain. Many associated memories, Which fill me with such pain.
As year after year as passed, I have learnt to perfect my crucial act. Then In silence I’m forced to suffer And from all emotion I must retract
These celebratory expectations, Fill me with unspoken rage. The lies and false pretence, Which never ease with age
by ~miss-disorientated
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An Infant's DarkroomI sit in the corner, unnoticed. I am not the action, the story, or the plot. I am the bystander, overlooked; By all the commotion, emotion, the ocean ...of allure.An Infant's Darkroom
I am small and unquestioned, But I hold all the answers. Captured in my camera lens is the story you've woven. Only, it's told in my view. My sight. My perceptions. You saw racket, clutter, mess. I didn't miss that. I am not blind. But, I saw what you didn't. I saw shadows undulate in steady movement. [Maybe it was my own-- ...me in the corner.] Or, maybe I
by *motionlessSndtrk
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take it away in a…
in a stiff little box,
to that desolate place where all bad things go.
Things too tormenting,
to wounding to dwell.
a place I won't to visit,
a place called hell.
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I photo what I see, I like to photo things people dont often see
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You're dangerous; I'm loving it~
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
I'm sorry i'm not around very much anymore. I do think of you and the others.
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"I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name" - Amy lee
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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"I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name" - Amy lee
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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