Alixzandra Wiseman
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No Romance
I want to lay in his arms, hear his voice whispering sweet nothing's in my ear. I want to feel safe and secure to know I'm not judged for who I am, let alone what I believe in, or what I do. To know my son is safe and secure, that my son is loved and supported by someone that loves and supports me, to know we are both treasured, trusted and respected.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Humans
Numbness of The Darkness
Let me lay on the ground, my tears becoming a puddle round my face while my chest filled with pain with every breath while my heart that's become unable to protect me any longer. As it has become shattered, scattering shards like glass that become the sharpish breath as I feel my heart slip apart from a once whole structure. My throat tightening from shards of glass as air barely makes it to my lungs in tight whimpers of breath, filled with hurt and disappointment.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Dream State Part 4
Dream State Chapter 4: Awaken My Senses. My eyes once again open as I observe that I'm in a room that seems much more lighter than the one from the night before, the dark walls of this room seem to be made up of a black and crimson patterned wallpaper.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
Dream State Part 3
Part 3: Hello Stable Insanity. I feel insecure, I can not trust myself and the day seems so unreal yet it is very much real. I can not focus these dreams I keep having most be nightmares caused by being over worked and the shadow I saw must have been my mind playing tricks on me from not having woken up fully.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
Poor or Rich
Do you judge a poor man, with a roof over his head? The poor man which chooses to give to others, even though he has so little himself, that he is willing to sacrifice what he has to help someone. For what truly makes the poor man rich? For he is rich in knowledge, kindness and wisdom, surely these are the greatest things in this ever emotionless world.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Storm
Clouds of murky black with undertones of deep purple and blue, that twist and spiral over echoing valleys where no morning sunlight of the day shines down upon the mountain tops or costal views, as the winter storm tightens it's grip confusing daylight with night.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets