Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[Todger65]

I’m twisted up
Nothing feels natural
Nothing feels like it did
Nothing is the same
As the before

My head may explode
My heart may burst

I’ve been alone in them before
But to have to find the pieces?
Again?
Is too much
Too much right now

That’s for future me.

Right now
I’m trying everything I can
To make the numbness go away
And to feel something more
Than this edge of shattering
That snuck up
And was always there.

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Thank you
To everyone.

I likely don’t deserve the kindness
You show in your comments
And your messages
And your words

So thank you all.

I hope to never find you
In the place I am now,
But if I do
And I know about it,
I’ll be there for you.

I’ve seen you in a dark hole before, I know I can help you rise out of it again. Keep hold of my hand, I’m strong enough to keep us both from sinking further in, I will help you find the light again.

 

[Moochienanu]

I did not realize you were going through a difficult time. I hope that everything improves for you soon.

Thank you. I know it will get better, with time.

O M G !!!! That is insane!

For a masochist, it is a small attempt at feeling something while in a numbness which pervades everything.

*hugs*
You already have been.


And you deserve more than kindness.
Never forget how wonderful you are.

Thank you, Azul. I’m doing my best.

I’ve seen you in a dark hole before, I know I can help you rise out of it again. Keep hold of my hand, I’m strong enough to keep us both from sinking further in, I will help you find the light again.

True, my hole has been in varied levels of depth over the years. It feels difficult to see a light right now, but I know it’s there. It will just take me time to find the rungs of the ladder this time, I think.

 

[wilderness]

I’m twisted up
Nothing feels natural
Nothing feels like it did
Nothing is the same
As the before

My head may explode
My heart may burst

I’ve been alone in them before
But to have to find the pieces?
Again?
Is too much
Too much right now

That’s for future me.

Right now
I’m trying everything I can
To make the numbness go away
And to feel something more
Than this edge of shattering
That snuck up
And was always there.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2126017&stc=1&d=1635251570

You're holding it together beautifully.

 

[JKL123]

I think you have turned the corner. Things from here on will get progressively better. Remember that you have a lot of people here pulling for you.

 

[Todger65]

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True, my hole has been in varied levels of depth over the years. It feels difficult to see a light right now, but I know it’s there. It will just take me time to find the rungs of the ladder this time, I think.

I think we are in need of a safety harness, to stop you falling back off the rungs as you find them.

 

[grumpyoldperv]

Moochie-

You pics define sexy.

Your words make me want to hold you in my arms, making you feel safe, until the dark clouds blow away.

 

[Souless_Ginger]

I’m twisted up
Nothing feels natural
Nothing feels like it did
Nothing is the same
As the before

My head may explode
My heart may burst

I’ve been alone in them before
But to have to find the pieces?
Again?
Is too much
Too much right now

That’s for future me.

Right now
I’m trying everything I can
To make the numbness go away
And to feel something more
Than this edge of shattering
That snuck up
And was always there.

So sorry you’re not feeling it, you’re absolutely gorgeous and I hope your writing brings you comfort as I love reading. Take care of you

 

[Azuldrgon]

Leaving you hugs my friend.
I hope today was a better day for you.

 

[Moochienanu]

I feel like a story…
But the one in my head isn’t finished yet.
Should I start it
And see what happens here?
Or keep it inside
Until it’s ready?

 

[Fingerfuxs]

I feel like a story…
But the one in my head isn’t finished yet.
Should I start it
And see what happens here?
Or keep it inside
Until it’s ready?

If you are asking for advice ?

A writer Writes , be it poetry , stories , fictional or factual.


If ones blessed with that talent , the answer is simple. Share with yourself by putting those emotions into words and setting them free.

If they love U , they will return your ju ju ten fold.

Good luck

 

[Joxlrg]

I feel like a story…
But the one in my head isn’t finished yet.
Should I start it
And see what happens her
Or keep it inside
Until it’s ready?

Do Spill !!

 

[Inspirinious]

I feel like a story…
But the one in my head isn’t finished yet.
Should I start it
And see what happens here?
Or keep it inside
Until it’s ready?

Of course you realize that is quite a tease.

And

Of course we believe you should start it now.

We're all-in for the entire trip.

 

[Moochienanu]

The problem was
She fell in love
And it wasn’t just a surface love
But the kind that sank in
Deep under her facade
And kept her dreaming
Day and night
About everything impossible.

 

[Moochienanu]

She dreamt of futures
Together with him,
Of the exciting things that they would share
Of the boring, everyday things
That would be made better with him,
With his presence closer

 

[Moochienanu]

The problem was, that she was dreaming, though,
And those things that she dreamt…
They would never have been.
They could never have been.
Even from the beginning,
When she was fooled into thinking they could.

But I’m getting ahead of myself now,
As the storyteller here,
I need to tell this from the start.
They both deserve that.

 

[scotluvsoral]

The problem was, that she was dreaming, though,
And those things that she dreamt…
They would never have been.
They could never have been.
Even from the beginning,
When she was fooled into thinking they could.

But I’m getting ahead of myself now,
As the storyteller here,
I need to tell this from the start.
They both deserve that.

You know that I think you are a wonderful storyteller, lovely Moochie. Please make sure your storytelling is healthy and cathartic for you and not damaging!

 

[Inspirinious]

The problem was
She fell in love
And it wasn’t just a surface love
But the kind that sank in
Deep under her facade
And kept her dreaming
Day and night
About everything impossible.

She dreamt of futures
Together with him,
Of the exciting things that they would share
Of the boring, everyday things
That would be made better with him,
With his presence closer

The problem was, that she was dreaming, though,
And those things that she dreamt…
They would never have been.
They could never have been.
Even from the beginning,
When she was fooled into thinking they could.

But I’m getting ahead of myself now,
As the storyteller here,
I need to tell this from the start.
They both deserve that.

I love your poetry.

Now I also love your storytelling.

Use this as a healing process.

 

[Moochienanu]

Her friend had dragged her to a Halloween party.
It was on actual Halloween which fell on a Sunday that year,
And who the fuck goes to a party on a Sunday night?
But her friend needed a wing-woman
After being recently dumped,
And she was the only one who had a late shift on Monday,
So she was volentold by the friend group.

 

[Moochienanu]

By the time her friend came to pick her up,
She had finally decided to dress in a very classy black dress,
White faux fur stole,
Long black opera gloves,
Her hair up in a bit of a fancy twist,
Wearing sunglasses,
And holding a long, slender, fake cigarette holder.
She was going for a Holly Golightly,
And she hit it on the nose.
She could be told to go to a costume party,
But she wouldn’t ever be one of those girls
Who had more skin showing than costume.

 

[scotluvsoral]

By the time her friend came to pick her up,
She had finally decided to dress in a very classy black dress,
White faux fur stole,
Long black opera gloves,
Her hair up in a bit of a fancy twist,
Wearing sunglasses,
And holding a long, slender, fake cigarette holder.
She was going for a Holly Golightly,
And she hit it on the nose.
She could be told to go to a costume party,
But she wouldn’t ever be one of those girls
Who had more skin showing than costume.

Sounds glamorous!

 

[Moochienanu]

Her friend, Julie, however, was dressed as a farmer’s daughter
Who wouldn’t be caught dead anywhere near real dirt.
She was wearing the tiniest pair of shorteralls
And an ultra cropped plaid tank top.
Julie wanted attention,
And would certainly get it with her blonde hair in pigtails
And more of her naturally tanned skin showing
Than felt right on a chilly fall night.

 

[Moochienanu]

They drove to the party which was at a local bar,
Polite, complimentary talk was exchanged,
But then Julie quickly lost her in the crowd
And she didn’t mind.
She would check in on her in an hour or two
And maybe be able to skip out.
She didn’t intend to stay long.
She ended up staying all night.

 

[Moochienanu]

He was taller than her
And not particularly the classic handsome
She always thought she would want in a man,
But rather a bit old-fashioned and nerdy-looking.
The thing was, he had eyes that saw her,
And she saw him
And they just knew.

 

[Moochienanu]

He was dressed as a ghostly apparition,
All paler than he should be
And in beaten-up, dated clothes from the 60s -
A mustard sport coat, skinny tie, dark trousers, and his hair slicked with grease -
It wasn’t particularly appealing,
But under the well-done ghostly makeup,
She knew in her heart he was an amazing kisser.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

(psst, Moochie: faster! Please!)