Sex Is A ReleaseA kiss for all the stressBecause I know you do your bestFor all the times you criedLet my hands hold you by my sideMy desire for you is strongThat in my eyes you do no wrongNever could another competeThe way I make you feel beneathIt just seems so right You and I tonightYour shudders and screamsAs I manifest your dreamsYour feelings of ectasyAs your body writhes next to meAnd as your heart beats harderI take you even fartherForget all the problems of this worldWhile I make your toes curlAnd erase your pain of the pastYour breaths are all that should last
Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.
The Artificial FaceThe Artificial FaceInside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t
Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruidaLo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios. He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel. Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve
Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]
Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes
Just that.I wish I could write something special.Something like so many other peoples out there.Something which is touching and fascinating.I wish I could write something that people don’t forget.I want to touch their hearts and bring them to think about everything.Their lifes and behaviors, their deepest secrets and most difficult decisions. Just something that someone wants to read.Just that.
Imaginary Friend Ch. 1I gripped my dress in sadness as I pressed my back up against a lone tree, sliding down just as my tears slid down my face. It was like any other day at the orphanage I remember it clearly, but this was the day that things changed many years ago. Back then, I didn't even know how to smile anymore. Adults would try to cheer me up, but none of it worked. Since my mom had died of illness when I was only six, I didn't know how to smile, I didn't know how to laugh. I was only six, and my life felt like it was already coming to a close.I cried, my back against the tree, facing the warmth of the sun. I heard a ruffling sound against the tall grass
Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story. For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful. Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious. Find your beauty. N
Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you. I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t. You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you
I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,
This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu
NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on, and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.You never know, we could all very well be insane.delusional and drunk in what we think is real.who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmarewhichever you choosei thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know sincemy closest friends are in my head.i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in methe child I hope dies when I dieI hope it nev
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ShitSometimes at night you can hear the wind howling and it sounds so pretty to you. You've always loved stormy weather. Sometimes the wind says "Come fly with me, come fly with me...." The wind comtinues to call out to you but by the time you've made your decision whether you'll fly with the wind or not, it has already gone.You've never much had the desire to fly with the wind but recently you have. To just go somewhere, feel the wind, hear the wind, and to just fly away. Away from your problems, away from the people that treat you bad, away from everything. Everything will be gone and below you. What you fly away from is your down points in li
Une Soiree d'Hiver en Ville (suite)Alors je suis partie dans ma chambre et j'ai pleuré. J'avais envie de sortir dehors. C'est donc ce que j'ai fais. A 19h30 j'étais aux cheminées sur le bumker. Echarpe au cou et gants aux mains. J'avais envie de pleurer mais n'y parvenais pas. J'étais calme. J'ai regardé les maisons sur ma gauche, celles qui étaient éclairées. J'imaginais ces familles là heureuses. Pourquoi encore cela à nous ? Puis j'ai regardé la route et les lampadaires. Je me suis mise à chanter seulement ma mélodie est recouverte par le bruit des voitures qui passent. Tout à
Une Soiree d'Hiver en Ville17h06 : Il a arrêté de neiger, par terre, sur les petites ruelles on voit des traces de pas sur la neige, celle-ci ayant recouvert les sapins, les arbustes, l'herbe, les toits, la route, la ville. C'est très charmant ! Ce qui est trop gentil aussi, c'est la couleur du ciel maintenant que le jour a tiré le rideau de nuages et que la nuit arrive avec ses étoiles. Tout à l'heure gris clair, puis gris sombre, et maintenant gris noir, mélangé avec un bleu orage et une petite touche de rose, là où le soleil se couche. C'est splendide et triste, c'est calme et mort. L'hiver en ville en résumant. La nuit tombe à vue d'oeil, c'est beau ! Tout est bl
Un Orage au PrintempsLe soleil avait disparu depuis quelques heures déjà, enfouit, caché dans le sombre feuillage cotonneux, gris foncé, presque noir, des nuages de printemps. Je sorti alors de chez-moi et grimpais sur la petite colline à la verdure pâlotte. Une fois arrivée à son sommet, un immense ciel métalisé s'ouvrit devant moi. Il se détachait nettement de la terre, recouverte d'une épaisse couche de forêts, prairies et clairières verdoyantes. A ma droite l'air était flou, les gros et lourds nuages y déversaient tout leur fardeau liquide. A ma gauche, la luminosité avait baissé sans plonger dans l'obscurité totale. En effet, il y avait même un arc-en-ciel
Des Flocons dans la NuitLe ciel en rosée colorie gentiment les douces courbes naissant du doigt de neige. Des arbres les plus brancheux, des toits les plus pointus, les plus aplatis, ceux qui sont noirs, ceux qui sont gris, aux barrières nues ou recouvertes de toutes ces fleurs flamboyantes en été et endormies en cette soirée, tous repose sous ce drap doux et cotonneux. La fine herbe a disparue. Tout est calme et silencieux. La lumière a peu changé, à peine nuancée d'orange. Une rangée d'hêtres encore parés de leurs feuillage automnier accompagne le petit chemin, gris au printemps bla
De l'Automne a l'HiverIl n'y avait que des sapins. On pouvait tout de même apercevoir l'immense et mystérieux lac. Au loin, de grandes prairies d'un vert tendre, illuminées par les rayons d'un soleil fragil, contrastaient merveilleusement avec les montagnes, elles même dissimulées dans l'ombre des nuages l'enveloppant.Je me retournais et regardais autour de moi. De nombreux arbres aux feuilles flamboyantes étaient parsemés ici et là sur toutes les collines. Un souffle de vent vînt agiter le feuillage, l'eau du lac frissonna à la surface, et de petites vaguelettes se mirent à tapoter contre les rochers et le gravier, telles de légers coups de tambours. Un orage s
The Seagulls GatheringSeagulls are gatheringSecret council's on the hillNo talking while flyingFor that was the dealRacing with the windHeading over the seasThousand of graceful wingsAs far as the eye can seeSinging with the leavesAs they get closer to treesThey mustn't take you for thievesKeeps whispering the breezeFinal lending on the hillAll around the Wise with YearsAnd while opening the sealSays we shall have no more fearsLook for the sky at dawnYou shall see moon, stars and sunAnd a new era will comeWhere we shall live as oneFor gone is our enemyWe shall all leave in peaceComes to an end our journeyNow you shall give each one a ki
La NeigeQuand la neige tombe je ne me sens plus seule. C'est comme si elle vivait et me parlait. Elle parle à mon coeur, à mon âme. Je l'écoute et oublie le reste. Mais quand elle s'arrête, je redeviens seule.Ljuljana 26.01.2006