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Illuminate my nightLover why don't you share
Your nightlight of lighting bugs
Sealed into your translucent mason jar
Illuminating my pathway
To a dreamland
Safe, far away from here
I don't have your arms to hold me
The darkness is overpowering now
Love's tragedyLove's tragedy.
You thought your seduction
But I'm just a pawn
in the devil's clockwork.
secretly using you.
to be used by you.
But we only abuse you,
and that simply
The ViolinWe all bid for your attention
with sorrow in our eyes
and pity in our hearts.
The violin plays on
as your colorful marionettes dance
Tears are shed
as the performance dwindles
Strings attached to our hearts
make us involuntarily move
while you watch on
in joyous splendor.
Oh how my wooden joints ache
from years of entertaining.
How I would like to gnaw through
this twin that enslaves me.
Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze
you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore
I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed
I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...
How you like the same music I do.
The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.
The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.
The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each other
I love the way...
You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.
You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everyday
We compliment each other.
You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.
The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.
The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it back
You told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
She sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.
The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.
The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan.
"The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."
She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes.
"I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."
I sat contemplating loneliness and death while I lay in the tub. I watching the bubbles evaporate along with every feeling I had inside my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out; I was all alone in my existence.
"Why do people always feel inclined to make my day a little worse?"
I remembered what it was like losing someone you loved, who didn't love you as well; back then I promised myself never to love again. I suppose that's why every hope of a relationship always dwindles away with my tears. I stared at the pale pink walls in my bathroom and listened to the songs on the radio about love; I felt like throwing up.
I felt the bubbles on my skin as I laid face down in the bath. I wanted to stay that way forever; I felt invisible, and under the calmness of the water no one could hurt me.
Fisticuffs and love muffins
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Perfect tv show
We tune into your story. You're left alone, pursuing dreams; and girls in short skirts. Does he ever get the girl? I'm sitting on my couch, throwing popcorn at the television screen, laughing at your tears.
Left alone to resurrect my pride
The picture starts to fade when I see her visiting you. Smiles and kisses outbid my spite. I begged you not go, I begged you; I pleaded The screen goes black and I'm left alone. You were my only hope Now you're watching me from my two way television screen basking in my misery.
My shock and surprise to your newfound love never once brought tears to my eyes, until i was safely in bed, tears fell on my pillow.
Your naive outlook on the situation made me frustrated and depressed. You were obviously unaware of the love I thought we shared. It's a lose lose situation for us. I'll stay depressed while you pursue happiness the happiness i gave was too far from your heart.
I thought I'd let you know just in case she
The 30we break each other with kisses
to open, to bruise, to overcome our bodies
there's only sighs and impressions,
just love love love
and urges and slowness and pushes and eyes sink
we are infinite in an indefinite intimate form
melting moans, scraped skin, salacious tissue red and white
we're losing edges, where might I begin? but you are
completely my dear, my love love love again
Steve x readerHi hi! First story on here, whoop!
(y/n) was simple. She didn't like too much attention, but she enjoyed it, just like any other person.
However, if given unwanted attention from the wrong people, things can get ugly.
"Come on, babe. One dinner," Tony Stark whined. (y/n) often ran errands at Stark Tower for the Director, Nick Fury. And every time she would step one foot into a room Tony Stark was in, the first thing she would hear would be Tony asking her on a date. She thought she had heard every pick up line there was.
"You look nice in that SHIELD suit. It would look nicer on my floor," He winked. (y/n) crinkled her nose. The Captain America looked up at the two from the couch. He recognized (y/n), whom he had seen sometimes around the Tower. They had grown to be friends.
"No thanks..Tony. I literally tell you that everytime." She sighed and walked over to the fridge.
"Are you sure you don't want to go out tonight, darling?" He drawled, placing a hand under his chin.
Good...but not good enoughI will sacrifice my heart and mind
You will always come first, I'll try to accommodate your every need and desire.
Sometimes I'll come up short and I'll fail because I'm good just not good enough.
I'll be your secrete because deep down you are ashamed of me.
I fulfill so many of your needs but fall short on some because I'm good just not good enough.
I have a pure heart but an ugly body.
You'll look past that at first but not for long.
You will take every ounce of love and compassion I give you and rarely reciprocate because I'm good just not good enough.
You will live in my protection but ignore my affection wanting more than I can offer.
You will grow weary of my appearance and frustrated with my short comings
because I'm good just not good enough.
You will keep me around for what I offer but give your affection away to others.
Eventually you will destroy my hopes and dreams, my heart and soul and I'll ask why? because I'm good just not good enough.
Lady Lilac Mowing Grass1
Newly moved in to our neighborhood, she was
a single mother, a decade older
than me, at least. With a rambunctious son,
she stayed at home to raise him. How she paid
the bills was always questioned by the neighbors
(especially you, yes you, Doris H---).
I had not noticed her until
the height of summer's heat in July,
on a Friday afternoon---height of the week
(until Sunday); weather conditions
as humid and hazy as a young man's
desires, remembered afterward. Mowing
her front yard, she wore a bikini top
with faded, boot-cut jeans. Her unshod feet
were sheathed in nylons (the supermarket kind?
(knee-highs perhaps?), light tan, very sheer
with reinforced toes, opaque dark brown
(the kind fashion magazines forbid;
softly opaque, those reinforced toes).
Behind the mower and beneath her footsteps,
the newly clipped grass seeped sweet chlorophyl
on to her gliding stockinged feet. I thought
of ancient love poems. and iambic lines
that lose their contours to the
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What is the main enemy of the ugliest girls?
If I put inside it hurts, if I take you bleed, if I teach you scared XD what is it?
There is a plane where this hitler, fidel castro, Pinochet, bin laden ossama, zacarach, avion who survives the fall?
(This I invented it) is an orange cat with freckles and an eye patch who? XD
Because the man is like a broom?
What's the worst that can happen to a dwarf?
Why is the math book killed himself?
I'm so poor that my house is carton, all are with me because health I who am I?
Pinchame Juan and went to bathe, leaving juan Who was left?
Well guys here comes the hardest ... so prepare well those brains and think your answer!
What grade is m
Forrbiddan Love (ShadAmy) Intro ...
Everything was perfect. I was a mature 17 year old women. I've grew...a lot. I used to be a whiny, bossy ,aggressive little girl. Now...well I still act like little girl (a little). I'm energetic, hyper (sometimes), wise ..some other things..I always think of the brightest of things. To try not to think about .....that tragic day.... The day my mother and father died. The day of "The Attack." 10 years ago my mother and father were in battle ...to try to protect me and my brother. But ..that man killed them in front of me. Trying to torture me. Mocking me. Laughing at me. Me and my brother got separated. I never saw him again... To this day I go deep in the forest of my planet. To the forest and found a water fall so beautiful. I've never told anyone about this. I think I never will, it's to tragic to tell. I've been through a lot .. I sne
I SEE HERI see her walk-in
making it hard to cope,
hugging me over tight
and kissing her bliss of harmless
warmth, making the hands feel the beauty
of her curve,
I see her calling my name
as if calling a pope,
Her voice melting spiritual
frequency, making it extinct to
peace and stability,
I see her like blindness in hope
Feeling my beat inside
her heart, as the nightmares of ill faith
and miseries come in power,
I see her in this Massive society
taking the load away, her wondrous smile
calms the pressure and No longer I live in
I See her and I see us.
The dissolutionThis honestly still seems really unfinished to me...
This is about socially imposed ideologies, such as zeitgeists. It's about various contemporary elements of our social paradigm ingrained within our belief system when we were innocently receptive and unable to question their validity.
It's about shedding those ideals and allowing for independent discovery.
(It still needs revising, to me it seems a little insubstantial.)
I feel like plastic uniformity
A generic sculpture of conformity
A toy soldier
Melting in a burning building
Eye's wide, unseeing
Limbs strong, unmoving
Heart beating faster as I begin to melt
Oh dysphoria, release me
Skin dripping like wax
My mold: broken
As my husk falls away
And the certainty of my dissolution solidifies
As I become more
A viscous mass
An amorphous, liquid entity
But I am not sad to see you go, machine
I'm escaping from the dream
Formless and free
"I will always love you,"
"No, no you won't."
"And how do you know?"
"The Stars told me,"
"How do you know if the Stars lied?"
"They do not lie. They are not able to but humans can."
"I will never lie to you."
"Ah, but you just did."
"I love you,"
"Lying is bad for the soul."
"I love you. Say whatever you please. I will forever be in love with you."
"Did the Stars say that I will love you until the end of time? Maybe even after?"
"So Stars can lie."
"If the Stars say that I don't love you than why do you stay with me?
"Because I love you,"
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