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Valentine's Day with the Incubus Bros.Ravi: Yes...the holiday where Incubi and Succumbi can be themselves...or get horny turned up style. These days all humans want to do is have sex on this holiday...maybe that's why female humans get pregnant on this month...Valentine's Day with the Incubus Bros. by KimikotheWriter
Vesper: My favorite human holiday. No one can do a holiday better than an Incubus and Succubus. We know how to love you. Just get ready for your life to be swept away...right before your climax.
Qamar: I'm an a relationship. So this Valentine's Day, I'll be quiet with my babe. But don't knock on my walls when you hear my name. It's just me being rough on her. (wink)
Remembering how to Love myself"Will? Will. Will, I know you can hear me. I know you've gotten my messages.Remembering how to Love myself by drowsydoe
Please call me back. We really need to talk."
His voice was clear from the speakers, as good as though spoken in real time.
That was from last week though. He had only started calling recently.
Things were getting bad again.
My heart ached in my throat, and my stomach lunged with sick. I remember, I remember. Breathe. Breathe. You're not good when you're sad, sweetheart. You're not good when you lose yourself. Don't lose yourself, don't try to lose yourself. It's impossible to lose yourself, and it's almost impossible to feel like you've found yourself again once you've done it. Don't lose your head, don't try to lose your head. You're not losing your head, you're not crazy. Stop going crazy. Relax, relax. Breathe and relax. You're not crazy. You've never been crazy. Breathe and relax. You're here and you're within yourself––right were you always have bee
the forgotten fairiesthe forgotten fairies by herebewonder
It is known that every fairy has a talent, but not every talent is known.
Some talents are renowned for helping bring the seasons or supporting the other fairies.
But there are other talents that are not spoken of.
Talents of concealing, of stealing, of lying. Talents that don't help the seasons, but instead help a fairy help themselves.
Those few fairies born with these talents are banished. They are the Forgotten.
They do not bring the seasons. All they bring is trouble.
The ReportREPORT DATED : 16 APRIL 2021The Report by Maxojir
Report compiled at request of Director Charles Bolden of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, for presentation in United States Presidential Cabinet and United Nations Security Council briefings
This report concerns the astronomical object PW212310 and contains information provided by NASA, SETI, FKA and the ESA regarding observed and data pertaining to the object. All agencies involved have shared all relevant information with their respective governments as dictated by their respective protocols, and given the nature, and conclusiveness of the data recorded up to this point, the decision was made to fully brief the UN Security Council, and UN general assembly at the earliest convenience. The data presented below has been observed and recorded by the agencies listed above over a period of five month
2015 In Review I don’t know one person that would say the 2015 was their best year of their life. In fact more than one person have mention how hard the year was for them or someone they know. Often most openly declared 2015 the worse year of their life and I have to place myself among that group. I have to say 2015 had the most challenges and set back I have ever experience in my life so far. The trials and troubles I have experience this year just staggers me. When thinking of 2015 and all that happened I am dumb founded that I came out of it at all. There were moments that I didn’t think I would make it.2015 In Review by ExcaliburBlade
If I learned anything in 2015 it's that life isn’t fair but it doesn’t mean you can give up on it when it gets hard. Life is a challenge that everyone has to face in one form or another and we have to come to terms with that. 2015 made me realize that I need to be more resilient to what life throws at me and I was not
I Never Blamed You“Katalyna?” Rose asked. I looked up. “What’s your first memory? Mine is when I was still learning to walk.” She smiled at the memory. “I was using one of those not-walker things. You know, the ones that had parts that spun or made noise but only when a child was walking with it? I was heading down the hallway in the house we grew up in. Mom was in the back room, and Dad was in the living room. I don’t know why I remember that.” She chuckled. “What’s yours?”I Never Blamed You by cechapman95
“My first memory?” I thought about it for a moment, then frowned when I found it. “My first memory is of the back of the couch.” Rose frowned, too. “Well, that’s not strictly accurate,” I added. “You remember how I teethed on the dog’s tail?” She smiled and nodded. “That’s what I was doing at the time. He was laying in the patch of sunlight in the living room, acting so put-upon and doing his best
DANGERFIELDThe Richmond punks beat up Dangerfield. Frequently. He was just too weird for them. They really hated the growing college community in general, the Fine Arts and Drama students collectively and Dangerfield in particular. To them, he was the best example of everything that was beginning to go wrong. Long hair. Ragged jeans. A damn hippy. There were a half-dozen or more violent incidents in our freshmen year. Punks would rough up someone from Fine Arts or some Business School guy who looked defenseless. The campus is a mile from the center of town and the epicenter where different worlds collide. Wide urban boulevards sped past industrial areas and trickled off into neighborhoods that allowed the very rich to bump up against the desperately poor . The Punks were the local boys. They were there first and considered the college students to be spoiled little rich kids who shouldn’t be running around on their home turf and needed to be taught something. The harder the lesson the betterDANGERFIELD by PK4only
Red Skies: Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past pt1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Red Skies: Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past pt1 by MrZxs
Chapter 1: Shadows Of the Past pt 1
Cal & Trent
“Now” shouted Cal as he kicked open a wooden door with a Scimitar in one hand and a bronze revolver in the other.
The sight of brick buildings plated with metals many stories tall shrouded by clouds of smog that created a brown hue over the city greeted him. He ran out the door onto a balcony that overlooked a giant bridge made of bricks and steel that stretched between building for many blocks. On the bridge ran a squad of eight men all clad in dark red with a steel plate pressed to their chests. At first sight Cal took the single story jump onto the bridge shortly followed by his close friend Trent.
As the two jumped onto the bridge the squad of soldiers stopped and turned back to face them. When they did an echoing roar filling the sky as a fireball erupted on another brick bridge in the distance. The now destro
Final First : 1st Account of MaxFinal FirstFinal First : 1st Account of Max by Maxojir
1st Account of Max
It had been a gentle ride to the elevator so far, for the most part, and it was quiet. Max hadn’t even opened his mouth once in the past twenty-four hours, the whole way down the coastal rail and now his hovar ride the rest of the way south. It was the longest he’d gone without talking to anyone in while, without having to talk anyone.
He enjoyed it; not the silence, since there wasn’t actually any, just the total absence of voices directed at him. Even from the outside Max looked right away like someone who wasn’t in the mood. And, to an extent he never really was. It made him an odd-one-out; in a world with so fewer people than it used to have it seemed only natural that over the course of time most people came to desire each other’s company, but not him. No, he was rare kind of person now. Supposedly there used to be a lot of people like him
The Magic Stone - 1The warm afternoon sun wove between the trees and danced playfully across the surface of the water. A gentle breeze played with Avi's long dark hair as she sat by the edge of the shallow brook, filling water skins. It was tedious work.The Magic Stone - 1 by ZachValkyrie
Avi sighed as the skin she was holding under the surface of the brook slowly filled with water. It wasn't fair! All the other girls were back at the campsite helping the women preserve meat for the journey, or mending clothes, or looking after the infants. Why couldn't she have been given something to do back in camp? There was more than plenty to be done before the tribe started north tomorrow.
Avi pulled the water skin out of the brook, sealed its top, and laid it on the pile beside her. She had a good idea why she had been put to this particular task. This past winter had been her sixteenth; she was a grown woman now as far as the tribe was concerned. What set her apart from other girls of her age was that she was still unmarried.
It wasn't her fault
MX: 1 - Silver Tongues and Ivory Towers The gods were crying.MX: 1 - Silver Tongues and Ivory Towers by zelaeii
Their solemn faces of colorful glass invited the trails of rain down their cheeks. The lulling patter on the arched roof echoed between stone walls; creating a rhythmic purr. In the dim candlelight, she struggled beneath the weight of her lids. The lines on parchment were beginning to repeat, the words beginning to blur.
And on days like these, in the realm between reverie and retention, she couldn't help but remember him. The man who would lead her people to salvation. His desperate eyes, his proud stance. A man dressed for a grand feast, soaked in mud and rain. His chest visibly rising and falling in sync with her racing heart. Fingers balled into fists at his side.
"Where are you going?"
She had been cautious to leave when no one was looking. She had slipped into the shadows, and disappeared in a silent dash. Yet somehow she knew he'd be there, demanding unnecessary goodbyes. Despite her best
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 18While Samantha and Penelope don aprons, along with tying their luscious hair into a simple ponytail, Nathan sits back as Eris carefully lift Natalie’s head off her lap as she heads to the kitchen due to checking out what they’re doing. Eris also does a simple ponytail style as she looks over into the kitchen.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 18 by Dj-Despair
“Oh Samantha, can I help you?” Eris quickly snatches an apron from the side.
“You don’t have to, but you can start beating eggs for the omelette.” Eris does what she said.
“Okay, so who’s the guest in the living room?”
“It’s Natalie’s friend, Nathan, and he also brought his wife with him.”
“Where’s the wife though?”
Samantha just smiles as she moves back, revealing a petite girl peeling and chopping various vegetables with ease, setting them aside in separate glassware meant for ingredients. Eris just looks away and finishes the mix for the omelette, thus pouring it in the pan and
Punk and Goth Chapter 14Within the same moment of the night, Kuroi is just texting Mikan through her phone while she lies back with ease and leisure on her massive-sized bed. The curtains were flaring up gently due to the breeze travelling its way into her room and hitting the Japanese-styled wind chimes, seeing as she prefer the night’s cool breeze than the air conditioner.Punk and Goth Chapter 14 by Dj-Despair
“You’re still awake, Kuroi? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little insomniac and it’s only early Sunday morning.”
“From what I see, you’re worrying about that guy...”
“I’m not, what makes you think I am...?”
“You had a very disappointed voice despite of your neutral expression.”
From my experience, I keep my expressions neutral, but it seems that I can’t keep it up for too long. I guess there isn’t going to be a change; we’ll still be strangers like always, the thought itself made me sigh into sadness
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 16Within that evening, Samantha was the first to retire for night, leaving three of them feeling a bit tipsy as they drink and even indulge on the raspberries mixed into their cocktails. In fact, there’s actually a pitcher of it left as they feel more queasy with every sip of the delightful yet elegant cocktail drink that Samantha spiced up for them.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 16 by Dj-Despair
“How many cups of vodka did she put in here?” (Eris)
“Judging from her live boast of cocktail, I think a cup?” (Natalie)
“A cup is already deadly, but at least it’s not a tall glass.” (Bruce)
“I agree we would be passed out right now.” (Natalie)
With a trace of boredom lingering around the apartment, Natalie marches to the dishwasher to pick out something to ease their sluggish state. On her hands are three skull double shot glasses, setting them up on the marble counter with a mischievous grin as a smile.
“We’re going to have a drinking contest together!”
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 15With Elton Monticello jailed up in his cell, Xavier and Henry are still occupying the office due to some unfinished work, especially Xavier who is reading the report that Eris sent to him through email from her phone. As Xavier sips the latte that his trusty yet thoughtful assistant, Henry, purchased for both of them, he silently reads the report regarding the case with Eris’s explanation and the back-up’s discovery in their area as a combination of the mission’s outcome.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 15 by Dj-Despair
Assassin Den’s Statement
Current task: Rescue The Abducted Hackers
This is Eris reporting from the aircraft flying back into the headquarters. Our task is a success, aside from Natalie decapitated the remaining pawns of the mastermind. This is the real thing, first of all is the scheme that the ringleader was trying to make it happen, from what I’ve recall, it has something to do with uncovering secrets and possibly surrendering freedom of
The washing up faeriesThe washing up faeriesThe washing up faeries by TheAssholeProphet
I never used to like the chores that came with domestic living, I’d put off the cleaning til the next morning, then again until I came to cook. Each time I found the mess, realised what it meant and met the task with a groan. I didn’t realise there might be an easier way.
One night I was too sleepy to finish cleaning up after I’d eaten, which was no good since I’d made mashed potato, which hardens like rock if left to dry out. I left the cutlery to soak, then took myself to bed. In my pyjamas, teeth brushed, I fell asleep and I dreamt... of glitter.
“Tee-hee. So this is a human’s house!”
“Shhh, Anabel, pass me another sponge.”
Pixie dust fell from their dainty pointed wings, caught shimmering in the light of the moon that s
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
A wonderful, joyous festivalWe're having a fun day together,A wonderful, joyous festival by ScribbleLife
Foods and drinks everywhere,
The confettis and fireworks scatter here and there,
Dancing around in pairs.
Come and join the fun,
We'll chat a lot and make some pun,
For our good hard work to get the jobs done,
Let's eat some buns and enjoy the sun because,
Let us all fill this night with laughter,
And stop all this nonsense jeer,
Come on, let's have some fun until we have grown wear,
For another great year.
We keep on playing,
After all the fights we are in,
We don't have to worry about a thing,
We've reconciled so keep on cheering because,
LittleI used to play in the snow when I was little.Little by quietuses
When it rained, I jumped in puddles
And bathed in mud—I know
Sentiment only lies;
Nostalgia makes you miss your growing pains,
But I miss when my bones were made of rubber and not glass.
Now my father wears reading glasses.
He squints at smudges of ink, encased in their little
Blurred forms on the page. He loses his glasses and complains of the pain
It takes to find them. I can still see dirt floating in puddles
On the street, and slime where an old slug lies.
My sharp vision is fading—when will I, too, see no
More? One day I’ll wake up to no
Thing, vision clouded. Stumble blindly, fingers brushing the glass
Face of the mirror, touch like ice, age where my youth now lies—
Soft skin turned to leather. I’ll cry a little,
Tears cupped in my sightless eyes like puddles,
Rain pattering outside on the windowpanes.
Passing years will bring new pains:
Arthritis in my bones, the ache of lost innocence. No
Matter what pi
DON'TDONTDON'T by TheAssholeProphet
Don’t stick your face in your child's face,
kids will try your patience for a joke,
it’s inbuilt to test the boundaries,
watch your children see how they work,
attempt to understand them,
enough with the aggression,
learn that play is as good as discipline,
that a distraction is your very best weapon,
it’s not their fault the world is their playground,
you’re bringing the darkness to it by shouting,
learn to become a better parent,
don’t stick your face in your child's face.
cheosnun-e salang There was a Korean refugeecheosnun-e salang by TheStoyTeller
of my window that night.
He held no weapon but the dark stars in his eye against me and I knew
he was a pulchritude
sent from some sky to curse me.
I could have turned him in,
even had him killed but I let him stay for dinner in the living room
of my chest and the hollows of my head.
That boy was gone the next day
but I swear I still saw his foot prints
burned into a patch of grass
in the front lawn and every night when I looked up to the sky
I felt as though I was going
to be struck down by his armed eye, twinkling and born against me.
Ophelia's Death~Near the brook by the willow tree~Ophelia's Death by DatenCityDragon
Ophelia: (Humming as she skips and walks randomly in no pattern whatsoever)
Free as a bird! A song bird asunder*1* by no master!
(She twirls around, falling over in the process)
Soft!*2* The children of the night. What music they make.*3* Like honey to the ears, to the ears that listen, and the heart that revels in’t.
(She crawls to the tree, feeling the bark upon her hands)
Oh faeries! Please whisk me away with thee. Take me to her highness Snedronningen.*4* I will face her snow bees *5* in Spitsbergen *6* and lie at her feet until my heart is as frozen as those around me.
(She scours by the brook for flowers, mumbling)
Crow-feathers, nettles, daisies….
(Her voice quiets down as she finds some wild orchids)
Dead men’s fingers…..
(She traces the flower with a finger, but quickly picks them and scales up the willow tree. She starts to sing as she weaves them together)
Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon m
The Ship Of No ReturnThe Ship Of No Return by DraganTheMighty
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
Thought I'm left the one
to live and tell the tale,
But human wisdom
is condemned to fail.
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
We dare to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
Some of us can't stand it,
they just give in,
The others we keep going,
sailing deep in!
Through frost and fog,
an uncharted land,
We dare to step
on NoMan's Sand!
The Treasure On The Mountain
That Never Was,
The Gold Inside The Cave
Of The Demon Loss!!!
Pictures of a future,
it was not to be,
each of us will face,
It's too late to flee!
Back To The Ship
Of No Return,
Of Many Men
Back again to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
No one could stand it,
They all give in!
Left Alone I'm Sailing
The Sea Of UnSin!!!
On The Ship Of No Return,
Fire OpalPiercing rays of light,Fire Opal by ShiningSteel
Bathes the trees in a pink glow.
A sudden rainbow.
Turning HomeCold winter sunset.Turning Home by ShiningSteel
A scent of sweet burning wood,
On the frigid breeze.
You leftIt's three in the afternoon.You left by mikeemee16aa
I was at the corner of the room
Waiting for the sight of the moon
that would ease my gloom.
It's been weeks now, I assume
since the last time we talk.
I still smell your sweet perfume
that you wore when you left our block.
That night I remember
the time you had enough
of me being acting somber
while treating you so tough.
You packed your things
and telling me you'll leave
I snatched your things
But you started to grieve...
You rumbled about sleepless evenings
when we fight 'til morning
stopping you to leave
to the dream that you wanted so badly
I tried to stop you
but I couldn't bear the sight
the fruit of things that I do
Marked in your tears, our fight
And I recalled you said to me
"please, do even love me?"
I wanted to say I do
But I know it wouldn't do
Then tears began to fall
your eyes pierced my soul
You marched down the hall
And went out, ignored my call
And now I'm left with somber
And thoughts began to wonder
In our strained love I pond
TG Tale - Wish Upon The Falling StarWritten as requested for HoleInTheHeartTG Tale - Wish Upon The Falling Star by jim-ruggeri
Ten years ago
The cold December night sky was a tapestry of blinking white dots, painting pitched, ancient, battles against a backdrop of pure obsidian. It was a night that none should forget, but only a few remembered. At the end of a sleeping suburban street, high up in the attic of his aging wooden house, sat Jake, who was watching the constellations through a borrowed telescope. He was eight years old, a fact he was incredibly proud of, and frequently introduced himself as, and then name, if he remembered to name himself at all.
Frost was creeping across the glass, tinting the cracking paint a bright, glassy, white.
Now Jake should have gone to bed many hours earlier, his parents sure had, but there was something about that night’s sky that was calling to him. The allure of the unknown, the chasm of emptiness was open to him, and curious, he couldn’t help but throw himself into studying it. The astronomical gains however, of an en
The Dark SideThe dark side of the moonThe Dark Side by BloodshotInk
cannot see that the sun is just around
so it is not brightened
by the prospect of future flooding lights.
To the bleak face of the moon,
turned away from the Earth,
of the galaxy is blackened
by gaping wounds of star lights long gone out.
The dark side of the moon
doesn't consider the fringes,
the edge-edge of the edges of the sadness.
It doesn't remember how the sunrises came before
but they creep back round just the same.
ChillsMy world feels darkChills by Agent36496
With all the burdens
A voice without words
For anything to mark
Look out the window
And tell me what to see
Small friends fly free
Ere they feel low
I see only tears left frozen
A cry still going on
For a night lasting long
With only a small glow
I have seen too much to hate
My old park is in ruins
Everything I had is singed
And I acted too late
BreakthroughHere goes nothin', I'm not quite sure I know how toBreakthrough by Choirgal463
rap like all you big shot rappers do
slayin' the rhymes like professionals, I ain't gotta clue
all I got under my belt is a poetic soul, that much is true
ambition and a unique point of view
so I'm gonna rock what I got and will have to make due
so maybe my lyrics are simple and ugh, dare I say it maybe kinda cute
but one of these days I'm gonna have a real breakthrough
spittin' out rhymes like they're nothin' like I finally got a clue
how to do, that thing you guys do
rap like all you big shot rappers always get to
you the professionals are the ones I try to pursue
all I got under my belt are my simple rhymes and unique point of view
so it's true, rappin's not my thing, it's not what I'm used to
but here it goes, this one's for you, here's my debut,
yes I'm a little new, so hold your review
don't mind me I'm just passin' through
my words, they come and they go, right outta the blue
so I'm just gonna rock what I got and will try to ma
Be Mine, Valentine?I hope the day is well for you and happiness has sung.Be Mine, Valentine? by Miistical
I hope you know my feelings have long since begun.
There is something magical in the air this day.
(I know it isn't like me, but I wish for it to stay.)
In the years past, I had found myself without need.
Yet, I see that this year comes with a might creed.
You see, my sweet, nothing has changed, not really.
Just that your beauty can drive me silly.
I know you cannot see what I mean.
But that doesn't stop it from being seen.
The beauty you cannot find everyday is merely hiding from you, my dear.
Why, if you take a closer look, you could see it so very clear.
It shines from your eyes, so sweet and so bright.
It shines from your smile, a lovely burning light.
Your beauty is reflected, from your soul and from your heart.
And I'm here to tell you, Valentine, your beauty is a work of art.
Now, Valentine, I know you so very well.
Please, quiet those words I know you wish to tell.
My praise of you is something of a fact.
My dear, there's n
when i grow upDisclaimer: This piece is by my lovely fiance. He doesn't have a dA, so I post his pieces for him.when i grow up by Bearbuns
When I grow up,
I want to be a chef.
I want to chop and cook and create
a life together so grand
that her mouth will water at the thought.
When I grow up,
I want to be a therapist.
I want to help her heal
in ways she was never taught.
I want her to believe her true worth.
When I grow up,
I want to be a doctor.
I want to study her body
and become its caretaker.
I want to observe her curves
and the glow of her skin
like no one else is allowed to do.
When I grow up,
I want to be a rock star.
I want to make her heart flutter
when she hears my voice
and dedicate hand picked words
When I grow up,
I want to be an athlete.
I want to have the strength
to climb hills and mountains
I want to conquer the earth with her.
When I grow up,
I want to be an astronaut.
I want to explore the galaxy
that’s bursting in her eyes.
When I grow up,
I want to be the person
Just A Teenage TearIt's just a teenage tear, it will dryJust A Teenage Tear by Rifle1980
Sorry, but I think I'm going down
No apologies are necessary
I can tell you don't want me around
It's just another day it will pass
The sun will not wait for me to change
I will be easily replaced in your heart
Now doesn't that seem ever so strange
It's just a lonely world I live in
Not even close to the one where I was raised
At what point did I become so lost?
And how long do I wait to be saved?
It's just a teenage heart that has broke
But this time I am afraid it is mine
It now only exists in pieces
Too many to piece back together this time
When Living is Dreaming of NothingnessIs existence truly a desirable stateWhen Living is Dreaming of Nothingness by Apelure
When living is barely a thirst to sate?
And at nightfall when seeds of sleep are grown
The dreams are of darkness, and life is unknown:
Deceiving light of mass illusion
The master of riddles with no solution
The light gave shape and caused restriction
It had universal, complete juristiction
But brightness would fade, and darkness emerge
A formless void would ensue from the purge
With boundaries gone , the emptiness came
Existence no more, life and death were the same
But day has dawned and sleep has died
Though the carcass of which can not be denied
So is existence a thing to possess,
When living is dreaming of nothingness?
and the stars watched you and i like a TV dramawe've all put the universe to our little test.and the stars watched you and i like a TV drama by drowsydoe
just to make sure God is listening and keeping his end of the bargain.
if the dog across the street barks four times
she loves me.
and when the result is exactly what we hoped for,
there are two reactions possible.
Excitement, or nothing.
Theres also that third reaction
when the universe starts shoving
every kind of hint imaginable down our purple little throats.
A store has his name in it.
A certain flower she likes.
A favorite song.
A cherished word.
we'll feel delusional, but in the most lovely of ways
where it's yes, yes, yes, all the reassurance you need that
things are going swimmingly up above in the big wildly spiraling galaxy of ours.
All the planets are laughing and
satellites are kissing and
meteors are stumbling drunk-happy across the sky
screaming hey hey hey you couldn't be
in a better place than now you lucky bastard.
After we ask for so long and after so many tests
when the higher po
Dear bullies and abusersDear Bullies and abusersDear bullies and abusers by guardianarchangel
You think you're tough and cool
You think you own the world
Control every school and home
Abuse your power over the weak
Let me tell you this
You can kick us, push us around
You can call us names
Tell us we're not worth living in this world
But let me tell you this
You don't control us
Based on what we do it or who we are
Even deceive others to believe in your little lies
You're just sick cowards
Hiding behind words
You don't think when you hurt someone
Physically, mentally and verbally
So listen up bullies and abusers!
We are not going to be your punching bags
Or labeled objects anymore
We are people too
We deserve the right to be different
And to be in this world
We will strive for a better bright future
Have better jobs and starting families
While you will be brought to justice for all that you have done
RegretsThe chalkboard looked like a Picasso.Regrets by artem-vivendi
Intricate webs woven with implications,
wavering lies scrawled haphazardly,
and heavy knots filled with unfulfillment,
formed an angry mob screaming for his attention.
A cacophony of color turned the board into a newspaper:
black neglect and white lies and bloody red all over.
The things he didn’t do mocked him
from their comfortable perches on
the stone. But he laughed back.
After all, they weren’t written in
Eraser in hand, he marched up to the mess.
He was ready to be rid of his regrets,
to be finished with his failures,
to be done with his dark past.
But when he touched bristle to board,
the rude guests occupying his mind refused to leave.
They stayed and drank and ate and sang even louder,
like attention-starved children finally receiving
a sidelong glance or exasperated response.
The harder he rubbed, the higher they rose
from the dark crevices of his unconscious.
The harder he scraped, the louder they screeched
YouLife is illusionYou by DanielleDestiny
Consciousness a dream.
Thought is an abstract
What does it mean?
Perception isn’t perfect
The norm is a lie.
Stereos have no type
Ask yourself why?
Opinion isn’t fact
Knowledge isn’t truth.
If you know different
Then show me the proof.
We are different people
Depending who we meet.
So many faces for the world
All stuck on repeat.
Imagine if, for one day
We were who we really are.
That hate and fear did not exist
And understanding raised the bar.
Would it be such an evil
To simply be you?
Let others not rule your life
And, to yourself, always be true.
HallucinatingI shut my eyes and close my ears.Hallucinating by randomMeAndBob
But I can still see the blood on the walls, their faces.
It's not real. It's Not real. It's Not Real.
How do you know? How can you be sure?
You have to trust me. It's all in our head.
tell Them that.
It's gonna be okay. Just SNap out of it.
but they're coming closer, Oh god, Their faces...
It's not real. It's just another hallucination.
What You Chosethis piece is meant to be read as a continuous sentence, don't pause at the end of each lineWhat You Chose by Swanhyld
Beyond your domain
yet held by your chain
to wander terrain
in ponderous pain,
I stumble aloud
where once I stood proud
and creep under clouds
that cover and shroud
my green land in grey
and blacken my way
with rain and delay
the sun from the day.
Here mountains lament
the blizzard’s intent,
beneath its torment
can’t move or prevent
the storm lifting high
a cold battle cry
and me to deny
a needed blue sky,
and freedom from you,
– to bid you adieu
and promises too
that held no value.
Now on seas arcane
my body sinks slain
with ice in my veins
to freeze and remain
in depths dark and deep,
in caverns that sleep,
where Joy goes to weep
and Hope's counsel reap;
to drift on the flows
and sift through the woes,
alone, just to doze
and forget what you chose.
the Taste of your pastYour lipsthe Taste of your past by randomMeAndBob
tasted of dreams
that I'd never want to know.
but your eyes
that you'll never
Three Hearts EclipsedThree Hearts EclipsedThree Hearts Eclipsed by Swanhyld
– a love triangle ballad –
I met him some years ago,
his sea eyes sung my heart;
my skin was soft, his eyes aglow –
we couldn't bear to be apart.
The golden light of new love,
the beauty of the stars,
surrounded us – below, above –
our hearts as red as Mars.
But then he spoke of another,
her eyes – blue as sapphire;
a first love, his former lover,
the water to our fire…
Three years they'd danced in dreams
and then it fell apart.
Three years then had passed between
till my love warmed his heart.
True to me he thought to be,
he loved me well, and so did tell:
only she, a friend would be…
And thus his loyalty did sell.
Hemispheres divided us –
I knew of her and she of me…
But we could not predict the gusts
of his summer/winter breeze.
Many holidays he made,
far away and overseas...
And for our love I always prayed
that he would keep the keys.
Weeks and months and years flew past,
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