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Relaxing Tips

by WanderingDreamer91 7/25/2018

written by WanderingDreamer91

Intro

So like, I was wondering about posting as much 1-3 posts, and then maybe taking a big break for a while… I might come around to comment and stuff, but yeah. :p

With that said though, here is my first one with general ideas on things that might help you feel at ease a bit more. 🙂

Music

(Solfeggio (Hz), Lofi, Classical, Hipster/Indie, etc.)

Sometimes I like to listen to really relaxing music, from anything like the solfeggio (hz) stuff which I heard 432 hz is really helpful, to lofi, to even… one 1 hour indie music track even on youtube. XD I think I got it from Life […]

7/25/2018 3 comments

What would you do as a Ghost?

by WanderingDreamer91 7/25/2018

written by WanderingDreamer91

What would you do as a ghost? :p

I’d like to do all sorts of things…

I can visit my neighbors, see what their lives are like, whose nice and who isn’t, who’d be scared of me and who wouldn’t, travel around the world, maybe pull some pranks and haunt some haunted places or take part in ouija board sessions, etc…

I wonder if goths are really nice about this kind of thing… I don’t want any weirdos trying to exorcise me. 🙁

P.S. This part is kind of random but I didn’t know where to put it unless I make a post about ruling the world or sonething. […]

7/25/2018 14 comments

afterlife

by ahannah123 8/24/2013

written by ahannah123

I wonder where I would really go if were to commit suicide today…I guess I fear the unknown , I might’ve killed myself a long time ago if I knew where I was going…I don’t have enough “faith” to beÂ atheist or christian.But I do believe in ghosts , Once IÂ Â heard something whisper call my name or I feel like something’s watching me (especially when I’m alone)Â . And once I had this dream that I was in a dark place and I felt something reach for my stomach and then I woke up my stomach felt weird…

Anyway I think I should becomeÂ atheistÂ or christian but I don’t […]

8/24/2013 18 comments

I would say I’m sorry. But I’m not.

by LostLight 3/31/2013

written by LostLight

Goodbye, I wish I could have left you with more. But, this pretty much sums up why I have decided to move on. Don’t worry, if there is such a thing as ghosts I will stay and watch over you all until the end.

I have always felt that suicide was connected to communication. Not due to a lack of opportunity, but to an impossibility to communicate and be understood. It can be frustrating to try to share something with somebody, something important and real to you, and see in the face of another person that he doesn’t care or, worse still, simply doesn’t understand you. […]

3/31/2013 1 comment

Perfect. Book mini sentences I love…

by Bloodi 1/26/2013

written by Bloodi

Pretty

isn’t

good

enough.

“Built”

pain.

and

drive.

bomb.

make

vaporize.

love

a deadly

weapon.

ghosts don’t

scare me.

flesh and blood

people do.

Don’t

plot.

I fail

life

presents

obstacles.

to overcome.

to fly.

to flee

To run

far away

fly

liberated

beneath,

The sun,

who

the stranger

inside

help

I’m

1/26/2013 2 comments

To my sweet sister Elizabeth Lynn,

by EvanMchale 1/13/2013

written by EvanMchale

I remember the way your hair looked in rollers the first night you slept in your new room. You had bags under your eyes just like your dad, and I kinda knew why. I always seem to just know. The comforter on the bed was thin and had strange pink and blue pastel colored dots or some sort of design. I had no idea what kind of impact you would have on my future. The entire time I knew you I didnâ€™t get a glimpse of what was bothering you, I just saw how it made you feel. If there was anything I could have […]

1/13/2013 0 comment

first time for everything

by closetcloset 12/22/2012

written by closetcloset

I’ve put off writing this, because I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what I need to say.. I know that I have many thoughts that aren’t coming out right in my head and I can’t share them outloud because they only nod their heads in response. I knew a guy who committed suicide. I think about him everyday. Wonder if he knew me too. I cry when I think about people growing old. About my family members growing old while I’m away and then when I snap back to reality in 10years… they’ll be dead or no longer who I grew up […]

12/22/2012 1 comment

Class Reunion

by EmM 11/24/2012

written by EmM

Iâ€™m sitting outside the hotel.

I donâ€™t want to go in there.

Itâ€™s only a class reunion,

But what if they stare?

Twenty-five years ago,

Did they really even know me?

Will they remember the pain they caused?

Did they even see?

I tried not to let it show.

I had to stay strong,

But with their mean words and actions,

I was almost gone.

Itâ€™s a miracle Iâ€™m still here.

Itâ€™s a miracle I was found.

Hanging by a thread,

Close to six feet underground.

I havenâ€™t seen anyone in forever.

Last they knew I was in rehab.

Doctors wouldnâ€™t let me go back.

A better life, they wanted me to have.

So I couldnâ€™t be around them.

Not anymore.

They didnâ€™t know when I left

That […]

11/24/2012 0 comment

3::00 am another sleepless night

by sowhat 8/1/2012

written by sowhat

Something wakes me up , Â if Â I am asleep I’m sleeping wih ghosts Â if Â Â I Am Â awake I have monsters under my bed

8/1/2012 3 comments

I’m kira, and this is MY story.

by NoOneSpecial666 7/26/2012

written by NoOneSpecial666

I am 16 years old. I am not welcome into my own home. I have always been an outcast my whole life. I’m a freshmen.
I play sousaphone in marching band.
I am on depression, anxiety and scizo meds.
My best friend got in a car wreck and died.
My mom tells me I’m useless, I’m nothing.
I write poems. I’m put down for them.
a total of 10 friends of mine have killed themselves.
I’m too fat to eat…I’m 197 pounds. I don’t eat.
I cut myself a lot. I have tried suicide.
And i have a therapist. She doesnt help.
i am […]

7/26/2012 3 comments

Quick rant and weird dream.

by RogueShadow1281 7/24/2012

written by RogueShadow1281

1:30 A.M.

Ghosts of my dreams of voices hit me randomly. I can’t explain what I hear, but it sounds like a voice, but like a broken record player rapidly replays what it said, anxiety fills me and then the continuous ringing fills my ears again.

I wonder when I’ll dream of it again.Â

7:10A.M.

Dreamt i was part of a program to test things for money. We started out on a metal bed where I laid down and it began descending. Quicker and quicker until I was free failing. While there i was freaking out until i realized it would lead to my death so […]

7/24/2012 3 comments

Fear life, not dead. Fear people, not ghosts.

by theboy 6/27/2012

written by theboy

People are part of life, family, friends, even unknown people whom we have to talk with if we want to walkÂ through life. Do we really have true friends? have you ever make this question to yourself? Human nature is to be selfish. Friends will let you down, that is a fact. People will always come and go. Â That is a fact that we have toÂ accept if we want to feel at least comfortable in life. because I don’t like to use the term “happy”. Happiness is actually anÂ illusion, an illusion that suddenly will become a need. Parents , boyfriend, girlfriend, our friends. Everybody have said […]

6/27/2012 1 comment

My nightmares

by lostchild445 6/14/2012

written by lostchild445

My nightmares

When children have nightmaresÂ
It’s usually of the dark
Fears born from lies
Thoughts born from the unknownÂ
Their dreams are plagued with monsters and ghosts, darkness and ghouls.Â

They wake up knowing that it was just a dream
That in reality there’s nothing to fear but fear itself

Oh how I wish I was still like that

Because in my dreams monsters serve me, ghosts fear me, ghouls fall for me and darkness is my kingdom.Â
these are my happy dreams
The ones I hope to relive
You see, my mind is kind of flipped on its lid.Â

My nightmares are of love
Of happiness
Of caring

6/14/2012 0 comment

Lifeboat Sinking

by SuicideBoy 5/30/2012

written by SuicideBoy

A sailor (me) sees a ship sinking, so he rows his boat to the wreckage to see if he can help. He takes one refugee, then another, then another. More start clamoring for help, each one desperate to cling on to anything that floats. The rowboat can’t take any more. But how can the sailor leave them behind? How can he choose who gets to live, how can he tell the others, “No room. You have to die”?

He can’t. So he keeps taking on refugees as his rowboat sinks lower and lower. There is no solution, none that he can accept without being haunted by […]

5/30/2012 7 comments

Poetry Cleanse #3: Insanity?

by subtle_bloodstains 3/25/2012

written by subtle_bloodstains

Through this graceless ravaging tempest
You seek to forsake this pitiful flesh
As you attempt a hopeless and doomed extrication
It clings to you with gladiator determination
You remain grotesquely animated
Choiceless, as your pain throbs unabated
Decaying within a merciless incarceration

Demonic phantoms do a deathly dance in your mind
Creating these hideous nightmares for you to find
On the despairingly glorious doorstep of hate
A gate guarantees elusively infinite escape
Bloodless corpses swirl through the mist
Promising a torture more fulfilling than this
Entranced, you eagerly stumble towards the howling wraiths

There is no hope in hell
No comfort when you fell
But purgatory is […]

3/25/2012 0 comment

Remembering

by Kizzy 3/21/2012

written by Kizzy

Nurses whispered, like a constant buzzing

Looking down on us, judging us

She rested on the bed next to me

Sick from the pills they gave her

ListenÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â

Conform

In a place where friendship is weakness

Eleven is too old for trust

Never asked but always taken

Pain is exchanged for freedom

Smile

Adapt

Recover

Running scorching water over my hands

The first time I tried to burn

Unyielding ghosts clung to me

She watched lazily from her bed

Haunting

Deceiving

Thief

3/21/2012 2 comments

You don’t need to read this, but I need to write it.

by worrystone 1/17/2012

written by worrystone

I HATE THIS. I feel so many things, and at the same time I feel nothing. I spend part of my day believing that everything will turn out alright, and I spend the other part wondering how I can even fathom waking up tomorrow. I’ve managed to turn my life upside down (feel free to have a look at previous posts for something of an explanation, if you really care). I’ve hurt one of the people I love and need most. Not that she knows how much I need her in my life. She said I keep too much to myself, that I’m too secretive. […]

1/17/2012 1 comment

To Fade Away…

by Shelly 5/11/2011

written by Shelly

For me memories are like ghosts that haunt the perimeters of my conscious mind, often making me feel ill at ease when I donâ€™t even know why. The more upsetting memories are like demons that torment me from the depths of my unconscious mind, bringing up flashes of painful experiences when I’m least prepared for it and my defences are down. Both want to fill me with self doubt and self hatred and sap every ounce of confidence I once might have had, to leave me an utterly shattered and blithering wreck in the shambles that my life has become. And yet the more I […]

5/11/2011 8 comments