Rambler's Society
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Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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Demons and Oh How they Grow
The sun shines through the slits of my window like a dark pastel dream. Enticing me with its warm embrace and encouraging bravado that pulls hundreds of people up every morning. Drones and drones of walking bodies getting ready for their day. Lines and lines of cars slide down the roads one after the other. With the rest of the ants moving along in their own journey of the day. Fueling their dreary tasks with caffeine. What beautiful attention that shone on everyone except me. I’m told it’s not only me, that plenty of people feel the same. I can’t seem to find the feeling of empathy or sympathy. I just continue to lay here soaking in my self-pity and surly thoughts. With nothing to land my eyes on I close them hoping to fall asleep. I try to keep doing everything I can to make sure nothing bad happens.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Psyche
Creeping darkness
I’m not sure where you came from, or where you go. All I know is that you’re not welcomed here by anyone. I want you to leave, you're dampening the mood. Just pick up your stuff and leave. You make me hate myself, and everyone else. Doing literally anything hurts your muscles, almost like your body is fighting it. Why can't I leave you alone?
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Psyche
Missing freedom
Freedom. To walk around where ever, to hang out with whoever, whenever. To breath and exhale with ease. Life feels so restrictive now, in the name of safety of course. Never with ill intent, but never necessarily ill results. With failed attempt after failed attempt, we finally get a hint of freedom.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction
Falling forever
Once upon a time, there lived a father and a daughter. The daughter looked up at her father with all of her heart. With little responsibility and even smaller stature, the young girl eagerly awaited for her father to pick her up. She fidgeted, fumbled, and clung to him, terrified of falling.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
Pure blissfulness
It’s Sunday morning and you have absolutely nothing to do today. The sun is warm, but the air is chilled, the birds sing, the kids playing, dogs barking. The life that surrounds you can’t help but feel warm. A momentary peace that makes you forget the struggles of the world.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
To bee or not to be, that is the question
What is my purpose? I buzz... I buzz... I buzz......all day long to return home to too many brothers and only a few sisters. My mom is never home and I eat what I brought myself. There's no time for fun or games, just work, eat, and sleep.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
