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Lost.I want to get lost inside myself
In the wraths of my twisted thoughts
In the warped, tempestuous intestines
That relentlessly attempt to purify,
In the acid that burns my stomach lining
In the veins that carry putrid blood
In the pumping of a heart
That has battled heartache and betrayal.
I want to get lost inside myself
Enter the pores that lead to oblivion
Watch the bacteria form,
Ally myself with the germs fighting an endless battle,
Surround myself with the cells
That mechanically follow the path laid before them.
I want to get lost inside myself
Through the paths of an all too twisted brain
In the eyes that have seen too much
In the mouth that delivers lies and delusions
In the kidneys that can't take one more coffee,
One more energy drink, one more ounce of caffeine.
I want to get lost inside myself
In the vagina that has stubbornly welcomed too many strangers
In the smoke-filled lungs that house too many cigarettes
In the ocean of a liver that has yet to break down the last char
take me.I want you to take me
Like youve never taken anyone before,
Like youve never touched, felt, held anyone
Like youve never wanted, craved, anyone
Like youve never needed.
I want you to touch me
Like youve just discovered your hands,
To look at me
Like youve never had the power of sight.
I want you to love, love, love me
Like its keeping you alive,
Like Im the organs, arteries, cells that keep you breathing.
I want you to have
Plenty of times before.
I am the one
that makes you believe its the first time
and know its the last time,
any of that will ever happen
Sarah's Story Chapter 2I pulled my heavy body up slowly.
“Ugh what happened?”
I looked around and saw splintered wood all around. I pulled down my tight shirt, rubbed my plump belly, and looked at the annihilated chair I was standing on.
“Oh wow I guess I was too big for this chair! I need to tell my mom I’m gaining way too fast.”
As fast as my bulk allowed me to, I cleaned up the broken chair. I walked upstairs, noticing how much my full belly wobbled, and plopped back into my bean bag chair. My chair wheezed under my heavy weight, and I turned on some Attack on Titan. I was very full, and I had already seen this episode, so I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
I dreamt something weird that night. I dreamt I was massive. I was huge. I was in my school cafeteria and every student and staff member was feeding me, I was lazing around in barely any clothes being fed. It was actually wonderful. I woke up feeling very hungry. I walked down the steps, jiggling as the food from last nig
Lights or stars
March 3, 2014 10:03
During this time, there was two guys walking down the sidewalk. They were talking about call of duty's next game. "So do you know what the name of the next one is?" the right one asked. "Mmmmm, nope. Haven't heard of the name yet. But I know the next one is gonna be hype."
And there was also a lady, talking and walking with her sister on the phone. "And so, this stupid bitch told me that she was going to call the cops. All I said that sofia fleece is a whore. And she immediately was like 'No she's not! You're wrong!'" she said.
Another was a couple talking about which paint they were going to buy for their bathroom. All these people had nothing in common....except....this thing.
All was just quiet until there was a shake in the ground. It started out small....then it came to like an earthquake. It shook the whole ground and made people lose their balance. Then....out of freaking nowhere....these to gigantic balls of light appears in the sky.
I don't know but I think
Securing the DoorsBy allowing someone to touch your body you expose the heart. The skin is the first line of defence protecting the heart. Once this is breached, it is only a matter of time before the heart falls. The body is much like the home. When one opens the door, he is letting someone closer to his most private places and belongings.
There is a violation to one's security if the home is invaded; the door broken in through violence or force. If someone uninvited invades one feels defiled and insecure and exposed to all the dangers that the world possesses. A person can respond in many ways to such violation; deny the impact, over compensate and make others think he doesn't care by inviting everyone and anyone to visit or redouble the defences. Invasion of a person's body leaves a similar impact.
It is perhaps even more difficult to understand when a trusted person who you willingly invite into your home violates your trust. Sometimes it is something small; slip
ThunderstormThe lightning resonated off the walls of his hive. The owner himself was curled up under 3 separate blankets, shivering in fear, his four wheeled device sat abandoned a few feet away. Tavros peeked his head out from under the blankets when he heard his husktop ping but let out a shriek and shoved himself back into the cocoon he had built himself, horns ripping the fabric as a crash rang out, light filling his respite block once again. The device pinged again and Tavros debated against crawling the small distance to grab it or ignoring it in favour of hiding in his blankets. He decided on the former, pulling his body out from under the blankets, legs dragging behind him as he made his way over and grabbed the device. Tavros was almost back under the blankets when the thunder came again, making the poor troll freeze. He was trying desperately trying not to let the orange tinted tears slide down his cheek but to no avail. After a few moments he found the courage to move again, final
Do You Feel Me  Thunderfrost/FrostironDo You Feel Me 
Loki is able to experience many things while living on Earth—Midgard, what have you.
His marriage to one quiet woman in particular brings about his own sense of peppered mortality, in fact. She reminds him of Thor in appearances—that’s probably why he loves her so much. She has stunning blue eyes and sun kissed blonde hair that she always seems to be frustrated with.
He watches her sit at her armour one morning, fussing with the strands, her fingers knuckle deep in the tangles. Her back is straight, her frame slender and shoulders tense. Her forehead is wrinkled in frustration.
“Sigyn,” he chuckles lowly, shaking his head in amusement.
She grimaces, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Good morning, darling.” She mutters softly.
Loki places a chaste kiss on the side of her face, reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes. She smiles at him, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. He begins he
New mother ch.1November 3, 2012 11:29 PM
It was a dark night and kinda cold. It was quiet in the neighborhood where this takes place. There was buildings on the left and right...but there was a building that was on the right...that was like three houses down to the side of it. All by itself. It looked old and spooky. It looked like one of those houses my brother and sister says "Ghosts are in that house..."
It looked to have some old boards built on it. The chimney was red but black dots on each brick. The door was faded in color but looked quite old like the rest of the outside of the house. The yard was green but there was purple orb stakes in the ground. The place look desserted but someone had to be living there. The neighbors don't know why there was such odd things around the house.
But that wasn't important, the main focus was on these two kids. One brown haired girl, dragging her blonde little brother thorugh the night. She wore a faded gray shirt and some jeans with holes in them. As for the
CheminJe marche seul sur le chemin de mon avenir.
Mes compagnons d'infortune ne durent jamais bien longtemps, ils viennent et partent, soit parce qu'ils sont trop jeunes, ou au contraire, trop âgés.
Et au final je marche seul. Encore et encore.
Mais ça va aller.
Je sais que des gens me soutiennent, même si nos routes sont différentes. Ils sont là pour moi, je suppose qu'on appelle cela avoir des amis.
Pourtant, qui peut prétendre connaître et comprendre ce que je ressens ? Qui peut prétendre comprendre quelqu'un ?
"Moi" seul connais la réponse, et pourtant elle ne me semble pas réelle.
Rien ne me semble réel.
Douter de tout c'est bien, mais ça ne me fait pas avancer. Pourtant il le faut.
Des gens comptent sur moi, je ne peux pas les décevoir.
Mais comment peuvent-ils se rendre compte de ce que je ressens ? Je ne peux en parler à personne, si ce n'est à moi-même.
Percy Jackson : The Frozen Flame REMAKE : Part 17 I stared at Bradley on the ground. "W-What did I do?" Chiron chuckled, "I think you put him into a state of shock." I smiled, I didn't know that he liked me that much. I was awake the whole time, I awoke a day earlier, but, I wanted to rest a for a few more days. It's tiring, being a child of the big three, born after their pact had been removed.... It was nice to get a break. Bradley quickly regained conciseness and stood, barely, but he stood. "What just happened?" He asked. I blushed and looked away. I guess his memory returned, because he gripped my by the shoulders and stared into my eyes. "I love you." My heart raced. I've loved him ever since I first saw him, I've fantasized about this day... I can't believe it, it's like a dream come true. "I've always loved you." I hugged him, and he hugged me. I waited a long time for this day. I looked up and mouthed the words, "Thank you... Father.." And thunder rumbled. I teared up and hugged him tighter, "Don't ever let me go." I to
layers.See, I look at you, and for a second, for a flash in time, I think you get me. I think youve unwrapped me from the layers that have kept me trapped all these years. I think youve destroyed the walls, one brick at a time. I feel like you can finally see me finally see the real me. I feel lighter, I feel less covered. I feel naked. But it feels good. Come to think about it, it feels fucking good. For a second, that is. Then I notice that I was simply caught in between one of my many layers, caught, twisted and tangled. Im trapped in between the layers that blur my eyes, blur my reality, make me see whats not there, make me believe whats not true, make me who you see who everyone sees. But its funny, because I wrapped myself tightly, careful not to let any light, or eyes, shine through. And I built these walls to protect me. To keep me strong and invincible. But whats funny is that I dont know how they turned against me. Theyre n
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