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Sex Is A ReleaseA kiss for all the stress
Because I know you do your best
For all the times you cried
Let my hands hold you by my side

My desire for you is strong
That in my eyes you do no wrong
Never could another compete
The way I make you feel beneath

It just seems so right
You and I tonight
Your shudders and screams
As I manifest your dreams

Your feelings of ectasy
As your body writhes next to me
And as your heart beats harder
I take you even farther

Forget all the problems of this world
While I make your toes curl
And erase your pain of the past
Your breaths are all that should last

Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside 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 destruida

Lo 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

Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.

Strike me with suppression.

The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.

Mark me with a letter, a number.

The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines me

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

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 nightmare
whichever you choose

i 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 since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

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,

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by ~Kizin-of-kaplumba, Feb 16, 2013, 2:54:22 PM
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                                                      When will it be enough?

                    When will I have proved myself to be strong?

    When will I have done enough 
to be recognised as better than you?

                                             Or simply different than you?                   

                                                              When will I have I have shown 
                                                                    that I am not you?

              When will I be free of you?

                                                        How do I convince them that 
                                                               I am more than what you did to me?

                     Maybe I need to prove it to myself first.


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~chancerox Feb 19, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

i feel like this so often. guess we have to recognize the good in ourselves sometimes. beautiful work.

~Kizin-of-kaplumba Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yes, sometimes before others can recognise our good points we must see them ourselves first.
Thank you.

~ReizYouUp Feb 16, 2013

i feel like this sometimes. great poem.

~Kizin-of-kaplumba Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, and thanks for the fave, it means a lot to me to know when someone likes my piece's. I'm sorry that you can relate to the subject though, I know how hard that can be.

~ReizYouUp Feb 17, 2013

Well thank you for the great art and the encouragement.

~Kizin-of-kaplumba Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You can always come to me for encouragement, I may only be able to write darkly but I try to help others whenever I can.

~ReizYouUp Feb 17, 2013

That's so sweet of you. Thank you.

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