Freak of the Matryx

🤘🏼✨We are the Matryx system in the world of Dissociative Identity Disorder ✨🫶🏼🏳️‍🌈

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Freak of the Matryx

🤘🏼✨We are the Matryx system in the world of Dissociative Identity Disorder ✨🫶🏼🏳️‍🌈

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Frozen Moments

Freak of the Matryx

3 min read

Mackie had always felt like she was on the outside looking in, a mere spectator in her own life. For as long as she could remember, time had this strange way of freezing around her, like a film reel that got stuck in the projector. The world would come to a halt—people caught mid-laugh, glasses frozen in mid-air—leaving her enveloped in an odd stillness. She’d chuckle at the absurdity of it all bu...

Fantasy

Romance

Embraced In Threads

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

This simple ugly sweater

I wear no matter the weather

Soft wool whispers

A comfort so tight

Hiding stories out of sight

Stitched seams tell of a story where warriors live,

Hiding the wounds that the eyes seem to give.

Warm touch embraces patterns fingers can weave,

Healers exist, if hard to perceive.

Shadows from red, cradle the pain,

Here in the sweater, I feel light from the strain. ...

Poetry

Moonlit Affection

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

In unspoken words,

Two people waltz

In the dim light of the moon,

Affection develops

in its untainted, ecstatic state

Dreams breathlessly hover,

Paired with the breeze, petals,

A heartbeat captured

Each look transforms into a tune.

Time freezes,

Hearts freely sway, breathe, unravel.

Shadowed silks cradle each movement,

Ascending towards the ethereal rhythm,

Stars seemingly agree, ...

Poetry

Romance

If I Am To Be Honest

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

If I am to be honest

you never kept your promise

you told me I was safe

but you put me in a grave

if I am to be honest

you said I was a secret

I always felt defeated

Deleted

I hope this makes you squirm

If I am to be honest

You are not a man

You are but a sham

Made my life the hardest

if I am to be honest

I've learned to go the farthest

you left my life

Yet left me under the knife

If I ...

Poetry

Quiet Night

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

I never was an early riser

Never understood the desire

Greeting the world at first light

While shadows still bond with earth

Morning holds quiet promise

Though my heart beats with the stars

In the stillness of the night

Where thoughts dance in solitude

The sunrise holds whispers of beginnings anew

I find solace in nights embrace

Why in those hours flows creativity

Unrushed, unburdened by suns ...

Poetry

Dead Roses

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

Roses are dead

Violets aren’t blue

This world is a blur

But I still see you

Once vibrant petals

Crimson faded to gray

Whispers of the past

Thorns of memories sting

Piercing hearts once held light

Silent tales of longing

Lost in the depths of darkness

Roses are dead

Daisies lost their charm

In a sea of gray

You still bring me calm

In the gardens shade

Beauty lies in silent grief

Life cycle unc...

Poetry

Leopards Never Change Their Spots

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

People never change

Is that not strange

Like leopards clothed in spots

They talk, they act, weaving thoughts

Leaving us yet so estranged

A dance where trust is rearranged

In fleeting moments we find our truth

Comfort found in what we know

For in our core lies refrain

A cycle spinning, never lost

With every chance to break the chain

Yet we still bare the heavy cost

In shadows deep, we find our p...

Poetry

Whispers In The Dark

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

Lurking in shadows

Whispers of nightmares unfold

Eyes like the sun glow...

Poetry

Mystery

Story Time

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

Even the dead tell stories

From their things,

From the left behind memories,

In shadows where silence clings.

Whispers crawl through dusty halls,

Echoes drip from crumbling walls,

Fingers trace where laughter died,

In the seams where time has cried.

The rusted key beneath the floor,

Opens the door to dark folklore,

Each trinket holds a ghostly gaze,

In forgotten, haunted lab...

Poetry

Thriller

Eternal Echoes Of Youth

Freak of the Matryx

1 min read

In the quiet corners of my mind, she plays,

A child in sunlit gardens, lost in golden rays,

With laughter like a songbird, sweet and free,

She dances through the memories, the heart of me.

Her sketches on the margins of my weathered days,

Painted dreams in crayon, in innocent ways,

Each giggle echoes softly from long-lost time,

A gentle whisper lingering, a sweet, sacred rhyme.

T...

Poetry