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Annika21
I am "... a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma;...". (Churchill, 1939)
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Annika21
• 38 reads

The Inevitability of the End

Why am I fighting something that is going to happen naturally; that can't be stopped? What makes rushing the ending unnatural? Where did all these ridiculous rules come from that say I can't and why should I listen to them? Pain is everywhere. There is just the question of cause and transference. What is really left for me anyway? All the things I always thought were so important are all unattainable now and it only brings me pain whenever I get sucked down the rabbit hole of bullshit, American Dream, fantastical, fucking delusions. Everyone always wants what they can't have, but it's torture. What is worse than revolving your life around a concept that isn't real and can't become real for you, no matter what you do? You could argue that I should change my concept, that I should find an attainable goal instead. That's not very satisfying, and honestly if I'm dumping the weight of the entirety of my being onto a small insignificant achievement, I predict the collapse of the concept (or even several, if I was motivated enough to multiply my absurdly, masochistic baby steps). I'm not handling reality well. I'm not handling my existence well. I am my own worst enemy, and yet I am the only person I can never escape. I'm never going to allow myself to be happy, so why can't I just not be? I've been looking for a personalized and intellectual argument to this question for most of my life, and ironically, the society that insists upon the continuation of my pain and clear depression (among a longer list of issues) cannot seem to answer my query. This society that has become obsessed with everyone's opinions on everything being so vital, cannot even convince me of the reasoning. When did people stop telling ignorant assholes to shut up? When did the ignorant assholes stop feeling like their opinions were unwelcome unless they stopped being assholes? Why can't people understand and believe the truth of it all; that not everyone is going to give a shit about your opinion, and furthermore, most don't care. I get that everyone wants to feel loved and most people want to be liked, but when did the reality of "Not everybody gives a damn." go out the window? Why are we raising fucking narcissists? What kind of society does that? I mean, seriously, what the fuck?

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Annika21 in Poetry & Free Verse
• 5 reads

The pain pulls me down

The pain pulls me down

I writhe and I scream

The pain pulls me down

I am worse than I seem

I tremble and cry

Even knowing just why

The pain pulls me down

Tries to bury me, underground

I am lost to the sea

Of unpleasant memory

And the pain pulls me down

Back to that town

Where I lost all control

Where I lost my own soul

And there's nothing left

But feeling bereft

The emotions I experience

Are intense and delirious

I question my sanity

I question everything

The panic and shame

Race back with his name

And the pieces I see

Are all that's left of me

The pain pulls me down

Crimson staining my gown

The pain pulls me down

Now I'm underground

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Annika21 in Romance & Erotica
• 42 reads

Urges

I don't know what's come over me. I've gone years without sex and been perfectly fine, but suddenly that seems to be all I can think about. I feel crazy. I feel obsessed. The guys at my work are young and attractive and do manual labor all day long.

I keep getting these urges, these impulses to do something with one of them. I fantasize about one of them losing control and kissing me in the middle of everyone. I imagine that he confesses to being in love with me and looks at me like no other man ever has. I try to be rational and tell him that he can't possibly love me because he doesn't even know me, but logic and reason go out the window when he kisses me. My blood boils so hot I know I'm going to lose control. I can't contain myself. It's been so long. All I want is to feel him; his toned abs and warm chest. I just want him to wrap his arms around me and lift me onto a railing and devour me with his mouth. I want him to use his teeth to unbutton my shirt and ride his hands up my shorts until he grabs my ass. I want to suck on his neck until my lips imprint on him. I want to bite and play and make him ache for me. I want him to feel like the thrust itself is a release and it's all he can do not to finish before he begins.

As the days pass and the fantasies become more intense, I'm left feeling alone and unsatisfied. I just need a warm, hard body. I just need some sweet release.

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Message to Your Past Self
What would you say to an old version of "you" or a past self? This could you as a child to you a few months to a year ago, heck yesterday! This can be in prose, poetry, or in a literal letter format.
Annika21
• 10 reads

Just do it

Dear Self,

While you're reading this letter, you're going to know that it is true. You've always known. You were convinced when you were young and nothing that happens to you until the age of 37 is going to change your mind. Nothing is going to get better. The realizations that you discover are both depressing and unchangeable. Your third year in college will be the easiest time, but whenever you have the impulse and conviction will work. You know what you have to do.

-Your future self

For Challenge- "Message to Your Past Self" by AnnFan14, due February 18.

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Annika21
• 2 reads

Just do it

Dear Self,

While you're reading this letter, you're going to know that it is true. You've always known. You were convinced when you were young and nothing that happens to you until the age of 37 is going to change your mind. Nothing is going to get better. The realizations that you discover are both depressing and unchangeable. Your third year in college will be the easiest time, but whenever you have the impulse and conviction will work. You know what you have to do.

-Your future self

For Challenge- "Message to Your Past Self" by AnnFan14, due February 18.

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If there was one place you could explore
In 100 words or less, describe a place you would want to explore. Doesn't matter what or where. Although this challenge is set up as a Monarchy, I will choose the winner based on the amount of likes as Prose has had in the past difficulties in determining a winner with likes on its own merit ... but be sure to tag me as I want to read your entries as @Danceinsilence in the comment box not inside the post itself.
Annika21 in Stream of Consciousness
• 10 reads

Heaven

Of all the places in existence, I would like to explore Heaven. I want to see my loved ones again and know that they are happy. I want to be happy myself. I want to meet God and ask him all the questions of the universe and what my purpose was in life and would be in death. Most of all, I would like to know that I lived a good enough life, that I was a good enough person, so maybe what I really want to explore is my own soul.

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Did we move on?
Two lovers split due to a misunderstanding, certain occurrences that had them separate but they did love each other intimately... now, they can barely find another lover after five whole years. Create a story or poem of not less than 30 words ending or beginning with "Did we move on?" Don't forget to tag me in... I would love to see your creations.... be in fiction/fantasy or non fictions.... cheers creators
Annika21 in Romance & Erotica
• 25 reads

Did we move on?

Did we move on?

How would we know?

We're together,

Then we're alone.

The years that passed,

Dragged on and on.

They're incomplete,

And feel so wrong.

But then I think,

Of what I knew.

Converged to one,

When we were two.

I remember

Those awful fights,

Screaming, crying

All of those nights.

Depression came,

Happiness left.

When it ended,

I felt bereft.

I have freedom,

For what that's worth.

Disorders haunt,

My very girth.

But going back,

Is not a choice.

I can't return,

To silenced voice.

I must recall

My very soul,

Is not cut out

To take this toll.

Being alone

Is what we need.

Does not matter

How much we bleed.

We cannot ask

For more from man,

Than we're willing

To give a damn.

For truth conveys

Darkness within.

Life's not a game

To cheat, to win.

We don't deserve

Optimism.

We are full of

Narcissism.

Did we move on?

I do not know,

But we must face

The life we chose.

For Challenge- "Did we move on?" by funlynry due October 5th.

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Annika21
• 3 reads

The Dreary

Sleep eludes me. It often does when I'm in this heightened emotional state. I can't stop thinking about all the things that went wrong in my life and all the choices I made that I shouldn't have. I can't stop playing the what-if game and losing. I can't stop the depression that overtakes my thoughts, like ink slowly turning the water of my mind black. At this point I no longer want to stop it. I welcome the darkness. Somehow it gives me what I need. It fills me with a purpose. Hating myself gives me purpose.

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Annika21
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Where was I?

Where was I when you needed someone to talk to?

Where was I when you needed someone to be strong for you?

Where was I when you were in pain?

I was the one to blame.

Where was I when you needed support?

Where was I when you got that wart?

Where was I when you needed me?

I was nowhere you could see.

Where was I when you bought a house?

Why did I always make you kill the mouse?

Why did I ruin our love?

I took away the peace of a dove.

Where was I when you took care of our kits?

Where was I when they threw their fits?

Where was I when you cooked all the food?

I was too busy swinging my mood.

Where was I when you went to work?

I went off to be a jerk.

Where was I when you washed all the dishes?

I was taking advantage of all of my wishes.

Where was I when you were in pain?

I am the one to blame.

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Annika21
• 12 reads

Never-ending Pain

I feel like I can't breathe. I always have a reaction when I see him post something. It's been years now and I still feel this way. I don't understand what's wrong with me. I've been in relationships before and even one since and no other time hurt for this long.

I've heard people talk about "the one that got away" and thought that seemed a little too Disney to me, but now I think I understand. The desire to be with that person doesn't subside over time the way it does with other relationships. The heartbreak doesn't stop and I can't figure out how to move on. The worst part is that he was more like "the one I pushed away" because I was the unhealthy one in the relationship. I still am.

I can already hear rational people giving me advice about how to fix myself, but if I truly am what I expect I am, there is very little hope that I will ever get better. That is not even my self-pity or depression talking. That is the viewpoint of professionals. So it seems that the relationship was doomed from the beginning and only in the past few months can I truly understand why. Despite the bleak outlook, I am still trying to get better. Although, for the first time in my life, I am finally trying to get better simply for myself and not someone I'm dating at the time.

The sad conclusion I've come to is that I cannot be in a relationship and I have had to accept that I may never be in a relationship again. My dreams of one day getting married are crushed, but I am finally able to accept that this is for the best. I cannot continue to hurt the people I date and I know that other peoples' lives will be better for never having been with me. This is one of the hardest realizations I've ever had to come to in my life.

Still...how do I stop loving him? How can I let him go and be with the new person he loves? I know he deserves that. I want him to be happy. I really do. I just keep finding myself wishing that he could have been happy with me; that I was the kind of person that had that ability; that I could have been for him what he was for me. When will I be able to let him go and stop this never-ending pain?

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