Lost As A Whole-Writer:Chaz Weisenstein

        Waking up out of bed is extremely hard every morning, it was hard to look at yourself & go on with your day. The flaws that spin right in front of your own face in the mirror. The person you try to be to fit in with your life. Putting on an act to feel comfortable every single day inside your own skin. Not being your true self, hiding away from what you’re really capable of. Walking with your head down every inch you go, what has become of our minds? Humans are powerless & weak in this day & age, as we slave away for large corporations barley make a dime.
         No one seems to stand up or have a voice in themselves anymore. Day by day more of us fail to realize how powerful we actually are, but shamelessly don’t put in the effort as our minds rot every second from all the negative-ness in this world which they love providing us with right in front of our faces with lies. Many will fail to realize the circumstances we’re all in at this given moment, & will shrug at anything out of the box off from the start.                                                                                                                                                                                                             Connections of positive beings bring others together which creates happiness, sharing nothing but love & pure happiness for that person, we were meant to always be happy.Being happy is the way we always should feel & nothing less. While you sit back & read this, are you really giving it your all. Open each other minds as one & come together, negative energy is poison. Think of others not yourself, become the bigger person in everything. Most importantly DO WHAT “YOU” LOVE & expand your existence past the common standard, because we’re all greater than this.

Forsaken-Writer:Chaz Weisenstein

Storms erupted with crackles of thunder throughout the mist of the night. The night was breathing heavy with a windy bliss. The house was silent as could be, after all it’s been abandoned for 11 years. Still rotting & sitting , left untouched since it was closed down. The crimes committed were never talked about again, the local town people knew to never go near that house. People have said the house looks like it’s always watching as people walk near. Never look in the top windows during the day they say. To Be Continued……

All In Your Head-Writer:Chaz Weisenstein

She wasn’t the richest but certainly not poor, selling her artwork consisting all types of paintings & odd drawings. The most popular one was her best seller she called “The Man” in her dreams. She claimed he always came for a late night visit unwelcomed or not. The lady gradually became more & more obsessed with this mystery man in her dreams. She actually started to live inside her dreams creating her own reality. “The Man” gifted & drove her envisions with beautiful ideas & creations for her beloved artwork. He explained to the woman that he would reveal his true identity in human form if she agreed, she did. police received a distress call near the apartment complaining of a horrible scream. The woman was found dead in her apartment white as a ghost. A painting was found behind, legend has it that “The Man” is actually stuck in the painting and scared his only true love to “death”.

& Then You Really Might Know What It’s Like-Writer:CW

What is life to you? Do we actually have an understanding of our kind? Think as the puzzle was never put together, but pieces are here for you to connect. Not a day is the same as I envision this dark cold world through my window that hides a beautiful mirage of beauty. All I see is a world completely disconnected by separation & jealousy over things that don’t matter. Friends have come & gone for the better, seems now days it’s all for show. People’s true emotions are stuck & frozen dead in the ground shut. The saying goes “Product Of Their Own Environment”

Devils Night

October 31st , the night of ghouls & ghosts. Dressed as creatures unknown, the fog & mist seams above. Laughter with sacks of candy run down house by house. He watches from a distance, his birthday is every Hallows’ Eve. The town never found his body but he’s here. Maybe not alive & well but he’s always watching from a far. Snatching kids one by one each year without a trace. The mans face was filled with the lost souls of the Trick ‘R Treater’s as they gave him the name Natas.

Darkness

The night was dark & sought with fear, leafs we’re falling from the strong wind in the early stages of fall. The depressed son was at his verge in life, everyone disappointed him, he was too misunderstood. Darkness is all he saw, pitch black, evil took over every inch of his soul. A smirk came upon him as he laid in the graveyard, the possession was “real”