chimerawrites

[chimerawrites]

Dear Chimera,

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

Time escaped me. Like sand between fingertips. I'm left with words rotting on my teeth, cavities eating enamel. Sweet thoughts I wished I said to you.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

So young to understand the world. You didn't know enough but lived through too much. So stupid, still so naive. I let you get lost in people that aren't real.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

You were only fourteen. How I wish I could tell you all of this. Nothing left to do, but walk around with regrets. The feeling of doom, things left unsaid.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

Please forgive me for letting you go. You escaped my skin and took with you my bones. I'm trying to find you again but I seem to be lost.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

Why am I still thinking about this? I want to move on, but I can't ‘till you understand. I didn't mean for it to get to this. Please listen while I beg.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

I have to find myself. I can't be another you all over again. You did great and you'll eventually forgive yourself.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

We are gonna be okay. Time passes by and we’ll continue to forget the pain. I'll send all those years down the drain. I'm gonna start all over again.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

I will love you forever, as part of myself. It's time for you to rest. This has to be my farewell.

[chimerawrites]

ex·o·dus

I've lived in yearning for quite too long.

A victim of a six-year-long headache.

I seem to have lost my way.

Home nowhere to be found.

The colors aren't on my map.

Too many kilometers away-

Or should I say miles?

All I can think about,

the lone ceramic square on my bag.

I've ripped it from the floor.

I wanted something of my own.

I've got nothing else in my name.

Desperate to remember.

A red square to recall my blood.

Strong enough to know where I'm from.

But there aren't any squares.

Everyone is distressed to not forget.

Millions out the door, there's nothing left.

And I still have this headache,

but the mosaic lost all its squares.

[chimerawrites]

The Undead Robin

“He hollowed me out and he filled me back up with hate” - Jason Todd in Batman: Arkham Knight

A bird made into a trooper, like a puppet on strings.

His body pulled apart at the seams.

The ignorance of innocence.

A child soldier made into a dead man walking.

risen by broken promises of being a savior.

Grew up too fast.

Rotten flesh clinging to revenge.

He’ll give everyone a taste of their graves.

Boney fingers cling to the trigger and a sick desire for peace.

He has been cut open, his organs sorted through.

Rugged chest stamped, scar goes all the way down.

Seems like a denied entrance badge.

Mindless lurking meeting Dead-end alleys,

Looking for an escape on the battlefield.

He finds no light in this never-ending war.

A battleground of his own mind.

His decaying beliefs tasting like iron,

drags a heavy bag of skulls, sealing his faith.

His future only holds pain.

He is choking on his sins, heaviness of red obscuring his brain.

With crimson-stained falling nails,

Just a hollowed-out man filled with hate.

As he prays for mercy,

ways of braking frenzied sound.

Pull him back to rest in paradise,

In the shape of a wooden box.

Unceasing chaos and punishment to live.

Perhaps blessing him with death

is the mercy he deserves.

[chimerawrites]

To My Young Self,

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

Time escaped me. Like sand between fingertips. I'm left with words rotting on my teeth, cavities eating enamel. Sweet thoughts I wished I said to you.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

So young to understand the world. You didn't know enough but lived through too much. So stupid, still so naive. I let you get lost in people that aren't real.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

You were only fourteen. How I wish I could tell you all of this. Nothing left to do, but walk around with regrets. The feeling of doom, things left unsaid.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

Please forgive me for letting you go. You escaped my skin and took with you my bones. I'm trying to find you again but I seem to be lost.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

Why am I still thinking about this? I want to move on, but I can't ‘till you understand. I didn't mean for it to get to this. Please listen while I beg.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

I have to find myself. I can't be another you all over again. You did great and you'll eventually forgive yourself.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

We are gonna be okay. Time passes by and we’ll continue to forget the pain. I'll send all those years down the drain. I'm gonna start all over again.

Oh sweet, sweet girl.

I will love you forever, as part of myself. It's time for you to rest. This has to be my farewell.

[chimerawrites]

Go Ahead and Cry, Little Girl

I see him in everyone. Maybe that's why I can't seem to fall in love. A fear that I'll just end up with someone like him. Maybe it's the fear that I will never be enough.

Because I was never enough for him anyway. The person that was supposed to love me unconditionally, irrevocably. If I wasn't enough for him then how can I even expect to be enough for someone else? I wasn't enough to make him stay.

I wasn't enough then and I’m not enough now.

Every time he gets the chance he leaves. He seems to love strangers more than his blood… but it's not him. It can't be.

He never chose me.

I surely must be the problem then. Leaving me twice isn't enough when he is still looking for the opportunity to leave again. Leave me again.

So how can I fall in love with someone when I'm always expecting them to leave? It’s always “when” not “if”. He left, and they will too. Because I will never be enough to make them stay.

[chimerawrites]

Il Predestinato

Pushing the pedal till it smashes on the floor. I want to feel the breeze and the adrenaline. Going so fast my eyes and my brain can't keep up. It's hard to breathe. Till my heart tries to match the speed of the wheels and I feel my chest compressing with the force.

Risking my life for an empty trophy,

money?

Maybe for the fame…

Going hundreds of miles per hour so my name is remembered. Building a legacy that will outlive me. Till I make this sport my own. I make myself the best, for I will become the greatest.

But people hate it. People spit their venoms at me when I stand with the gold in my hands. I reached the top of the Everest and all they want is to push me down the hill.

The adrenaline makes me deaf. I can't hear them booing. Not even the roar of the engine. They hate me, I work so hard to give them a show and this is the thanks I get. I did all I could to be remembered.

I might just crash my car against a wall. Wait for the gasoline to fill my body and the flames to make my bones into ashes.

After all, you only become a legend once you are dead.

[chimerawrites]

Welcome to my silly lil blog<3

I'm Chimera :) she/her 18+

Here I just post silly drafts that I probably will never revisit to fix. This is just to get me to write more without care if it's good or not :3

Sometimes I get ideas or concepts from stuff I like so, just somewhere to put all that energy and not take it too seriously.

Anyway, feel free to send me messages and even ideas! I don't really write fanfics or x reader/oc stuff but I can come up with a concept or even just my take on a character or something of the sort!

Hopefully, you read something that you enjoy!

[chimerawrites]

An Abandoned Soldier

Hollowed out and filled up with hate, to a point where the only thing that can relieve that itch, that pain, is death…

Or maybe destroying this city would help.

The city that did nothing but watch as a father beat a mother and his own child after a drunk night.

The city that watched while a mother injected that forbidden substance in her veins to forget. Forget till life leaves her eyes and she leaves her child behind.

The city that saw that same child starve and steal just to try and stay alive, watching him freeze in the streets with not much clothes to cover himself.

And then the same city threw him some hope.

A man filled with revenge and regret to his bones.

The city kept going as this man takes the child in. For a child with nothing this man gave him everything.

The city stayed the same as this man makes the child a fighter. A warrior. A trooper. A puppet.

A soldier in a meaningless war that has no end.

The city didn’t stop for a second as the clown destroys this child. As he breaks him and destroys who he is. Or what he was supposed to be.

The city watched as this child dies and becomes a man. A broken man.

And the city fears as this man, this broken man, comes back from the ashes of his past with nothing but revenge on his mind.

Ready to destroy it all. Destroy the man who cursed him with this burden.

The false image of protecting a flawed paradise.

To destroy this city filled with broken men and if he can't, if he fails again, then he prays the city will finally show him mercy and bless him with death.

[chimerawrites]

A Slave of My Own Mind

A slave of my own making. With the world at my feet and everything to live for, everything people can wish for, but still frozen in place.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I'm pretty, I'm smart, I'm polite and nice, i'm funny, I'm creative and talented, I'm talkative when I want to be and I know how to listen. My feelings are genuine and I like to help, I smile a lot, and I'm patient, forgiving, and understanding.

So what the actual fuck is wrong with me?

I have everything people say is necessary but why am I still stuck? Why am I holding myself back? Is all that not enough? Am I not enough? Everyone says I am but why do I not feel like that?.

I simply feel like a slave of my own making. Hands tied with a simple rope flimsy enough to break in an instant. But I can't move my arms. I can't feel them. A simple tug and I'm free but I can't. I don't know how.

A slave of my own making with everyone telling me I'm made for great things and I just have to walk forward to achieve them. But how can I when I forget how to use my legs?

Trapped in the same place forever with my hands tied and unmoving legs. And everyone forgets about me and continues to walk forward and leave me behind.

Leave me here making myself a slave of my own because surely something is really fucking wrong with me.