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KissOne the day we met,
I knew you were the one.
I'm happy Myranda introduced us.
We talked for a week,
I knew there was something there.
"well, what are you waiting for?
Go get your boyfriend."
I went upstairs.
Turned my back on Myranda's door.
And you jumped out while I turned towards you.
There was a dog bone on the floor.
I nearly face planted into a tv.
You caught me and we laughed.
All four of us sat upstairs,
Myranda and Cliff had the couch.
You the chair and I sat between your legs
We held hands the entire time.
I looked up at you.
Our eyes locked the entire time.
"Just kiss already!"
We ignored her.
Our eyes locked again.
I turned around.
you leaned down.
Our lips locked.
It was the most magical experience of my life.
We didn’t stop making out for god knows how long.
Myranda and Cliff left without our notice.
We broke and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.
It wasn't my first time,
Mine was with a girl- vomit was involved
Emotional Switch (Razor)Where did that emotional switch go?
It used to be how I made it through,
Through all the shit in my life.
Through my father's hatred of me,
The extreme sadness,
The worst of my pain.
I could turn off my emotions like that.
Be indifferent to all.
Ignore what was wrong.
So where has it gone?
I need that switch now.
It's not getting easier.
This is the closest I've been in a while.
I'm close to the edge,
Close to giving up on it all.
Life is pain.
Why can't I find it?
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Four months together,
and now I can't work.
Without that switch,
I don't think I can live.
I was finally happy,
So I threw it out.
I shouldn't have.
Why does it have to hurt this much?
The George of old is gone,
All because of one boy.
I was whole,
And now my heart is smashed.
The razor's inviting me to play,
And no one is actually helping.
I don't think I can be fixed.
I just don’t think i
Sweet CamerenI'm not over you.
I've tried everything.
I'm drinking to try to forget now,
But all the vodka and rum in the world
Won't erase my memories of you.
I've sought comfort in the arms of another.
They just make me feel worse,
Cause its not their arms I want around me at night,
My sweet Cameren.
Friends keep you out for a while,
But when I'm alone, you creep back in.
I've danced the night away,
Stayed focused on my classes,
But with the books away,
And an actual nights sleep,
The truth is spelled out.
You plague my mind and my dreams,
My sweet Cameren.
My family doesn't know how I feel,
I hide from them.
I'd rather they think I'm happy,
Than know how fucked up I am.
I loved you with all my heart,
I finally felt human with you,
And its been four months of torture,
I don't think I can take it anymore.
My sweet Cameren.
Your sister knows how I feel,
As does your special buddy.
Myranda knows how I feel.
And so do your parents,
My sweet Cameren.
I can't figure out where we went wrong,
ChaseYou were the first person I loved,
with my heart, body, and soul.
The one who sent me on my path of self-discovery
And made me enjoy life for the first time.
You'll always be as my memories,
Though I won't be in yours.
July 4thJuly 4th, our country's birthday, and look how far we've fallen.
Our economy is in the crapper,
Extreme right nutbags are taking over,
The government can't work together to make a simple agreement.
We celebrate the worthless,
Make the trivial important.
American Ingenuity use to make the world go round,
But no one has it any more.
The last good Idea to come from this country was to revolt from Britain.
Still wonder why our economy is so broken down even suicide looks like a good Idea?
Our country use to inspire revolutions,
And actually, it still does,
However, now all we do is protect the governments that give us oil,
Or give that country a new regime that will give us what we want cheaper.
And if the government doesn’t have anything we want,
We say “fuck ‘em.”
Now the “Tea Party” wants to change America back to what it once was,
But we’ve already passed the point of no return.
And judging from the remarks of their leaders,
They have ab
AnonymousHis eyes roll back
And the damned are released form their prisons
Only to vanish into a pitch black abyss.
For them he cares not,
But for his act he feels great shame,
Only after the greatest pleasure.
DreamSo I was in this hospital with a few friends,
Probably Dilley Ridge,
Volunteering, helping out with some patients.
When the hospital closed down for the night,
We went outside.
Out there, slowly walking towards the building,
Was a giant of a man,
Dragging a heavy axe.
He had a burlap sack on his head
With three vertical eyes painted on it,
A sadistic, joker-like smile too.
He was coming again to kill people in the hospital,
Just as he had last night.
My five friends and I were there,
We barely survived,
Though how I am not sure.
We figured, go to our car and not stare at him
(Staring is what prompted his attack the night before).
We tried our hardest,
But our hardest wasn't good enough.
I looked for just a second.
He stopped and turned towards me.
As he raised his axe,
I shouted run.
We got to our car and all piled in.
We couldn't see him,
He had disappeared.
His axe swung down from above,
Cleaving the engine in half.
We scrambled out and resumed our run.
I saw a van just up ahead,
Personification: DepressionAbstract noun
Depression has lost the one he loves, the only person he ever had.
He wants it all to halt,
Believes it's his fault.
Now he has scars straight up and down his veins,
Formed by many attempts to end his pain,
Hidden from everyone by his long, dark clothes.
It all started when he and Joy were robbed by Loath,
And in a flash of gun powder, Joy was dead,
He lost all will he had to survive,
His whole reason to be alive,
And his "friends" deserted him in his time of need,
Save for three,
Despair, Desperation, and Despondency.
They know what he's going through,
It's happening to them too.
Joy wouldn't want him this way, so he's trying to get better,
No longer a zombie going through the motions,
He doesn't attempt suicide at every junction.
He sits in his psychiatrist's office and explains it all,
She'll help him back to where he was before last fall.
He'll live life for the both of them.
High schoolFour years ago I entered your halls for the first time,
And since that date I have faced many trials and tribulations.
Social Services came around and threatened my mom,
I lost my best friend,
I struggled to get by,
And who I am was realized.
And that was only the beginning.
In the next year
I spent only three months in your traditional halls,
And it seemed as though fortune favored me,
I gained unlikely friends,
And build an actual social life;
I fell in love for the first time
And in class I could do no wrong.
However, this is not what fate had in store.
I had my first seizer,
Broke my first bone,
And was forced to move to Columbus,
Away from a life that perfection was nearing.
I got a choice for schools,
Either gang infested or online.
I made the right choice.
As proven by still being alive.
I learned to hate God,
Who gave me a taste of how wonderful life could be
Only to yank it away.
Once again I was alone
(Text and MySpace offer no comfort),
And I had no reason to try
Metamorphosis (Chapter 18)
“What did you just say!?” I gasped, unable to believe my ears.
“I said that if you’ll calm down and come with me, I might know how to turn you back.” James replied. I quickly climbed off my bike and ran over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. I glared into his eyes with so much intensity that he must have been intimidated, because he started to back up a little.
“James…I swear to God above that if you’re lying to me, I will never forgive you.” I growled.
“I’m not lying Chase! I mean it!” James said. “If you come with me, I might be able to help. I can’t make any promises…but we gotta try right?” I felt my knees going weak and I almost collapsed from the delight I was feeling. It was as if all the depression and fear I had felt was being lifted from my aching shoulders.
“Oh my God…I could be a guy again!? You mean it!? I’ll do whatever you say! Just tell me what to do!
Faith of the Heart-Pt 3-Ch 25Faith of the Heart
Part 3: Chapter 25
THE TRUTH IS OUT
Written by DisneyFan-01
HTML Coding by Shadow20X6
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Hour by hour, Marina, Goofy, Panchito, and José helped get Ariel's surprise present from the shipwreck all the way across the reefs. They had some help with a few sea turtles and some dolphins like Flounder said, but it still took some time. It was such a heavy gift that it took the whole day to get it close enough to the secret grotto.
After excusing the turtles and dolphins when they were outside the cave, the gang took a short breather. Once they had a long
Expanding Your Horizons Ch. 1Chapter 1: Freshman Fifteen
College is such a curious time in life. As much as many like to say high school is the turning point of maturity, what do they know? High school is just working from report card to report card and pretending you’re an adult by driving your dad’s old car and flipping burgers to get minimum wage on the weekends. College is when you actually become an adult, the apron strings being cut as you train in school for a career you hope to have for the rest of your life.
This coming of age story begins in a college. Bayan East College, to be precise. A darkened room on the north side of Bayan East.
In the room sat two figures. They sat opposite each other, staring in contemplative opposition.
The taller man was sitting backwards in his chair. He looked like the typical sort one expects to play the role of a mad scientist, black hair a mess, white lab coat permed and pressed, ending in black slacks, and a somewhat crooked, yet kind, grin. The three days
Abducted School route C part 5
Day 20 (dream)
The last conversation continue but was less awkward than before, until something or more someone came out...
“Hey look like you are having fun” said a voice that was behind us
This voice... I couldn't forget it, we turn around and see her... Rose was standing there
“Rose!” yell Violet as much surprise as I was
“Wha.... what are you doing here!” add Lillie
“Oh, I was just passing by when I receive a call from one of my friend saying you would not mind my visit” said Rose
“A call from... no” I said looking at Lotus
She look down avoiding any eyes contact “I'm sorry...” was the only words she said, but it was enough to make me feel like the most stupid person on earth...
“You traitor!!! How could you!?” scream Lillie, pissed off
“She was just following the orders, don't get angry at her, but I have to say that I am a bit proud of the plan I made... even the great strategist Violet didn
The Shadow on the High Seas (Ninja vs Pirates)Golden Age of Piracy, pirates of all kinds sailed the seas in the year span of 1700s, which they ranged from all kinds of people from Black Beard himself to Captain William Kidd. They sailed the seas high and low plundering any ship or town they came across.
On another sunny day, which the seas were calm and easy to sail the One Eyed Pirates sailed the seas looking for their next plunder. The men were either scrubbing the decks, slacking off or watching the horizon for anything of value to go after. Soon the door leading to the captain's room flung open and out walked Azure Hair Shanks. His hair was a bright flaming red color with his left eye permanently shut from a sword wound, and a black and golden coat was draped over his shoulders wearing a black and red outfit under it with black boots. He took several loud steps forward and took in a deep breath of salty sea air before exhaling.
"Avast me hearties, today be another joyous plunderin' day!" Shanks cried out which was met by the j
DmC Dante x Reader: Second Chances
Part 8: A Nephilim's Tears!
(Name)- Reader or OC
(h/c)- Hair color
(e/c)- Eye color
The wedding was a small one and not by your choice; Dante wanted to be on the safe side if not too many people knew of the baby and you and him getting married. He even told you that it just rile Vergil up and attack you more and you understood him clearly; you twirled the ring on your left ring finger as your other hand rubbed your stomach, feeling the unborn child within you. Kat was beside you as you two spoke of the baby. "I've never seen Dante this ecstatic. I mean, yeah at first he seemed nervous but look at you, (Name), already five months pregnant. Where does the time go?" You shrug and say, "I know. Dante doesn't want to admit it but he's glad to have a child" You look away from her and say, "But Vergil-" Your voice got choked up, fearing the baby wasn't Dante's but his twin brother's child; it made Kat look at you and say in a
Female Mowgli Request- Second PartThe bark was rough against Mugdha's red loincloth, and the trunk was hard and unforgiving. Still, she knew sleep would not evade her, she was more than used to spending her nights in these trees, safe from the dangers of the forest floor. Her eyes were closed, not even glancing at the sinister presence that had emerged from the dense leaves above her head. Kaa eyed up the young woman, eyes rapturous with hunger. She would do very nicely, though the serpent suspected that she would be a tougher meal than most, given her muscular frame and sharp eyes. Kaa lowered a thick loop of coil from the canopy and let his tail dangle like a creeper behind her. He hoped to intimidate the girl with his vast length and powerful, crushing coils.
"Oh, what do we have here in my tree, hmmm? Could it be a delicioussss girl-cub?" He hissed softly, approaching the girl whose eyes flew open in alarm, her body visibly tensing.
"Who are you?" she growled aggressively.
"Why I am Kaa, sssooo nice to
Chimera Chronicles: Frosty Festivities Part 1
Chimera Chronicles: Special Episode I: A Festive Soccer Game
“I really hate to sound like I’m stupid or somethin’, but what in tarnation’s a ‘soccer’?”
The ice cold room filled with a sudden silence, its denizens stunned by her admission of her lack of knowledge concerning the game of soccer. With everyone staring at her in disbelief, the fringed jacket-wearing Delibird tensed up in her seat, fearing she might’ve said something that might get her feathers plucked by her fellow Explorers. Thankfully, the only thing she got were a few rolling eyes from the other Pokémon in the room and a reassuring pat on the shoulder from a tie-wearing Floatzel by the name of Cassidy.
“Don’t sweat it, Delilah,” he said, watching from the corner of his eye as a female Braixen with an orange shaded neckband raised her hand, “We can teach ya all ya need to know about soccer in no time!”
A Strange Beauty: Chapter 3
Lyra pulled up in her infinity to Alice's mansion and began motioning for everyone to get out of the vehicle so she could turn the car off. (Background info: All of the friend group are among those who were better off in life. Lyra as a sorceress had huge amounts of money as those skilled in the arts of magic were rare, and thus lived privileged lives. Alice lived off the large inheritance granted to her by her parents, and Maria and Lucas were simply the children of wealthy parents. Their school is an expensive private school for upper-class children hence the uniforms.) Though Alice desperately wanted to see her little sister she was unspeakably nervous. Her mind kept dwelling on how Akane would react to seeing her older brother as a girl. Alice had raised her little sister from ever since the two's parents died some years ago, and she didn't want to see Akane cry again. Having seen Akane cry at the prospect of losing her older brother was a sharp blow to Alice the previous night. It
Mira FujitaMira Fujita
Age: 532 (appears 17)
Birth date: April 24 1478
Date of Rebirth: August 1495
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Skin color: Creamy white
Hair Length: Short
Style: no distinct hair style
Eye color: Gold with purple swirl in center
Power: Can seduce any human, werewolf, or vampire and get them to do as he ask
Mate: Daisuke Yamamoto
Strength: Sex; Immune to Shiro's powers and Atlai's Poison
Weakness: Pagan Religious signs
Likes: Being near his mate; human blood after sex
Dislikes: Pedophiles; Nyxie
Desires: Kill Nyxie; Kill Lucas and Shiori
Born into noble bloodline sometime in 1478, Mira lived a sheltered life within the confines of his families estate. When he leaves the estate after his fourteenth birthday to visit one of the nearby villages,
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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