u/BigCrip

As title suggests I’m looking for recommendations for some really good slice of life to add to my watch list!

What do you think about all the time?
Falling slowly from grace,
I’d like to think you’re doing fine,
But I don’t know that place.

What do you think about all the time?
Your soul isn’t the same,
Nothing left but soft crying,
Hidden in the mist of rain.

What do you think about all the time?
This lonely prison I roam,
Looking for you, trying
To find our home.

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By river’s edge, beneath the ashen sky,
I wander lost, with sorrow in my heart.
The current whispers tales of times gone by,
Of love once whole now torn and ripped apart.

The weeping willows bend with mournful grace,
Their branches trailing, brushing ’gainst the shore,
As if to offer solace in this place
Where joy once bloomed but lives in me no more.

The waters dark reflect my hollow stare,
A mirror to the shadows in my soul.
The weight of grief too much for me to bear,
It drowns my dreams, consumes me whole.

Oh river, take this wretched pain away,
For here in anguish I am left to stay.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/YUoiyIx81c

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/yzagXURO1C

By river’s edge, beneath the ashen sky,
I wander lost, with sorrow in my heart.
The current whispers tales of times gone by,
Of love once whole now torn and ripped apart.

The weeping willows bend with mournful grace,
Their branches trailing, brushing ’gainst the shore,
As if to offer solace in this place
Where joy once bloomed but lives in me no more.

The waters dark reflect my hollow stare,
A mirror to the shadows in my soul.
The weight of grief too much for me to bear,
It drowns my dreams, consumes me whole.

Oh river, take this wretched pain away,
For here in anguish I am left to stay.

Through the night, I lie awake, feeling tired,
Hopelessly, my thoughts ravage my young mind.
The darkness creeps in, feeding my desires
Can I truly change, leave these shadows behind?

The night pours down; I race but cannot escape.
Time and time again, it shows me the void,
A silent bargain, but who will hear my plea?
Caught in this struggle, my spirit destroyed.

I see no light at the end of this fight,
Only darkness that answers my restless thoughts.
If only my life could hold some kind of light,
But my path is paved, for I am caught.

Giving in is the only choice I see tonight;
There’s no clearer path beyond my sight.

Just sharing poems I’ve wrote throughout high school and college! Hope you enjoy!

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/YUoiyIx81c

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/yzagXURO1C

White rose, black rose. Those are the two sides of a person. The day and night. Summer and winter. Like a painting, it's hard to judge. It's hard to ask and really judge how a painting makes you feel. People are like that too. Everyone is abstract and different in this vast world, and I am no different. White rose, black rose is what I ask myself every day.

Emotions are hard to put into words. Like myself, I find them confusing. There is nothing in this world that makes me more lost than feeling a way I am not used to. I am used to feeling just one way. Like a straight road, I don't veer off in one direction or another. Those different branching paths scare me more than anything I could ever imagine. If something goes wrong, then I am the one to blame. It is a gamble I don't like to take.

Happiness is something I really don't like to think about either. I am not used to it since I have been alone most of my life. Lost in my thoughts. Lost in my own ways, never opening up to anyone around me since I don't like being a burden. You see, opening up to someone truly means being vulnerable, and that's not something I see myself doing much. Like the straight road I walk, I do not take this path.

I have no idea if this is healthy or if this is even doable long term. It is just something I am used to. There are two sides of a person, and I killed one of them. My white rose. My light. My summer. It's dead to me. I find it easier to succumb to despair than face the challenges of my life. The darkness is my home, and I embrace it with a soft hug.

To the outside world, everyone must think I am crazy. A man who dreams of better days. A man whose imagination is the only place of true freedom. I wish it wasn't this way, but it was the cards I was dealt in this life. I could sit for hours lost in my own thoughts, just dreaming of something better than this since it is easier to do than actually trying.

To try is to fail, and to fail is to accept oneself for who you really are. I do not think I can actually do that. I don't have that side in me. If I fail, then I am nothing. If I never try, then no one expects anything from me. As I lay here in this darkness, I feel safe. As I throw away this white rose, I feel safe. I don't come out during the summer, only the cold winters. I don't find myself bathing in the light of day, but only in the stillness of the night. That is who I am, and for once I can accept that since that is all I will ever be.

White rose, black rose. Those are the two sides of a person. The day and night. Summer and winter. Like a painting, it's hard to judge. It's hard to ask and really judge how a painting makes you feel. People are like that too. Everyone is abstract and different in this vast world, and I am no different. White rose, black rose is what I ask myself every day.

Emotions are hard to put into words. Like myself, I find them confusing. There is nothing in this world that makes me more lost than feeling a way I am not used to. I am used to feeling just one way. Like a straight road, I don't veer off in one direction or another. Those different branching paths scare me more than anything I could ever imagine. If something goes wrong, then I am the one to blame. It is a gamble I don't like to take.

Happiness is something I really don't like to think about either. I am not used to it since I have been alone most of my life. Lost in my thoughts. Lost in my own ways, never opening up to anyone around me since I don't like being a burden. You see, opening up to someone truly means being vulnerable, and that's not something I see myself doing much. Like the straight road I walk, I do not take this path.

I have no idea if this is healthy or if this is even doable long term. It is just something I am used to. There are two sides of a person, and I killed one of them. My white rose. My light. My summer. It's dead to me. I find it easier to succumb to despair than face the challenges of my life. The darkness is my home, and I embrace it with a soft hug.

To the outside world, everyone must think I am crazy. A man who dreams of better days. A man whose imagination is the only place of true freedom. I wish it wasn't this way, but it was the cards I was dealt in this life. I could sit for hours lost in my own thoughts, just dreaming of something better than this since it is easier to do than actually trying.

To try is to fail, and to fail is to accept oneself for who you really are. I do not think I can actually do that. I don't have that side in me. If I fail, then I am nothing. If I never try, then no one expects anything from me. As I lay here in this darkness, I feel safe. As I throw away this white rose, I feel safe. I don't come out during the summer, only the cold winters. I don't find myself bathing in the light of day, but only in the stillness of the night. That is who I am, and for once I can accept that since that is all I will ever be.

This is where time turns slowly,
Nothing here truly falls,
Everything is unholy.

Blackness is what keeps us going,
Through thick and thin of it all,
This is where time turns slowly.

I can’t help but feel so lonely,
Trapped by the weight of sins too tall,
Everything is unholy.

The light I see is moldy,
Ruined beyond these crumbling walls,
This is where time turns slowly.

Maybe if I had another chance, only,
But it’s nothing but endless brawls,
Everything is unholy.

To my true self, the phony,
I know the secrets, big and small,
This is where time turns slowly,
Everything here is unholy.

I sat there per usual, nothing going on and nothing to do. My whole life seems like a failure to me. I have done nothing with it. College for a year, but never finished. A business I started, but it never amounted to anything. If I am being honest with myself, it is nothing short of a miracle I am even still around wasting air. I have tried everything I could in this life, and when that was over, I tried some more and then some more. Nothing ever changes, and at this point it seems like I am cursed just for living. Everything I touch crumbles to dust anyways, so why even try anymore?

I almost forgot that I was in a public place drowning in my own self-pity. It wasn’t until the bartender asked me a question that I was snapped back into this miserable plane of the living. I gathered my things and walked out of the bar. I just continued walking down the streets of endless darkness. The street lights and the city glowed in this nasty shade of grey, but that's okay. I am used to that.

I walked until I was tired, then walked some more, ending my lonely journey somewhere close to nowhere. Nothing here but me, my thoughts, and the darkness that haunts me. The curse that consumes my very soul. The faint sounds of the rain and the music from the local clubs helped maybe a little as I sat up against the damp brick wall to rest and maybe cry a bit. I was in a part of town I wasn’t familiar with, and it wasn’t familiar with me either, but it doesn’t matter. Everything's the same in this cursed world.

As I sat there, lonely and broken per usual, listening to the rain and to the music, I stared at the sky begging for it to come to an end. Nothing I do ever works. Nothing I do has no purpose. I have no purpose. I looked down at the cold wet ground, and before I could close my eyes, a kitten was rubbing against me. It was the same as me. Dealt the same cards as me. Cursed the same as me. Broken the same as me.

The black cat stared at me in a way I have never seen before. Like it was looking into this broken soul, reading my failures, seeing my misfortunes, and oddly enough, that felt comforting to me. I can see myself in this cat's eyes, its trials and the cards of fate it was dealt as well. Lonely and broken just like me.

As the music and rain began to pick up, I found myself petting this animal. I found myself starting to see the world in a color that isn’t grey. It’s strange how fate acts and how the cards fall in this life, but for once I can see something and feel something that doesn’t make me feel sad, and that scares me in a way. This cat scares me in a way. Somehow we both found each other somewhere close to nowhere, and that scares me in a way.

I stream horror games on twitch and outside of the occasional good ones I find on steam im searching for some recommendations for the scariest ones you guys can recommend to me!