.:Amor:..:Amor:.10 years ago in Horror More Like This
Te vi arrastrarte entre las ánimas perdidas. Por la noche, lentamente, entre sueños lames mis escalofríos. Tus ojos se clavan de nuevo en mi alma. Arrancas la piel de mi pecho con tus uñas negras y susurras palabras de amor en mis pesadillas.
Han pasado cien mil años y aún tus huesos descansan en mi lecho, han pasado cien mil años más y tu maldad aun habita entre mis venas, las cicatrices de tus besos jamás desaparecerán, y el deseo me esclavizará para siempre a tu locura...
Las sombras de tu voz azotan con fiereza en las frágiles ventanas de mi debilidad, tus dedos susurran con una frívola ternura en las llanuras de mis labios, mientras por dentro muero, muero e imploro por un momento, esta eterna tortura...
Las alas rotas de tu carcomido corazón se extienden envolviendo mi melancolía, mientras esperas a que, con una sonrisa cortada sobre esta retorcida mueca de dolor, conteste a tus obscuros deseos de una mórbida felicidad imaginaria...permanece donde estas, allí donde tu cuerpo seco
Choice?If I have one frustration as a gay man, it's the constant insistence that homosexuality is a choice. I wouldn't be bothered by this, however, if not for the fact that it is often used as a justification for slandering homosexuals, for judging them, for continuing to keep homosexuality in the domain of the immoral. The simple reality is that homosexuality is not a choice. Perhaps a closer look into what it is like to be a homosexual will help to disabuse some few people of this notion.Choice?11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I do not recall the day I chose to be gay, just as I doubt there is a single heterosexual in the world that recalls the day he or she chose to be straight. There was no moment when I thought to myself, "I will be a homosexual." There was, instead, just a subtle progression of development that ultimately ended in the realization that I am gay. I can remember being as young as five or six years old and having crushes on other guys. I had a few crushes on female teachers, but overwhelmingly my heart w
Teen Titans Fan-fic.Realm of the Titans.Teen Titans Fan-fic.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beast Boy lay in bed tossing and turning. He was still unable to sleep after seeing Terra almost two weeks ago as his mind was in constant turmoil. Why did she say the things she had said? Did she really not want to be a superhero any more? He just couldnt wrap his head around everything she had told him let alone the fact that she was back at all. Sitting up with a sigh he groped around for his shirt. If he was wide awake then he might as well get up and do something. Maybe he could get some practice in on Super Mega Blasteroids 3 so that he could beat Cyborg the next time they played. The very thought of Cys shrieks of frustration was enough to put a huge grin on Beast Boys face and he had a happy spring to his steps as he made his way to the living room.
He had barely stepped through the door though when he realised that he wasnt alone in the break room. Silhouetted against the predawn light Raven was leaning against the windowpane. Beast
DEPRESIONLa vida es como la escalera de un gallinero, corta pero llena de mierda. A veces pienso que de qué me sirve tener cosas materiales, conocimientos, cultura, personalidad, si la única cosa que realmente quiero no la puedo conseguir. Me estoy dando cuenta de que por más cosas que intente todo será inútil o así me lo parece, pues ya he empezado con mal pie y no veo más allá del rechazo que muestra, de su timidez y de la mía propia, porque no me atrevo a dirigirle la palabra, no por vergüenza si no más bien por miedo a un rechazo, a volver a cagarla. Siento dolor, siento como me pudro por dentro, me pudro con estas ansias, más que ansias es pasión, porque siento, por fortuna o por desgracia. La quiero con tantas ganas que me autodestruyo pensando en que no la tengo y paso tanto tiempo pensando en ella que empiezo a olvidar por que vivo y por que seguir a delante, mis razones, mis motivos pierden sentido y todas las preguntas me dan la misma respuesta: la amo. Mi vida a perdido el norte o máDEPRESION9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
... Perdida ...Y si me ves como perdida…... Perdida ...9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Es porque me dejo llevar… Quizás demasiado… Quizás muy lejos…
...tan lejos que a veces olvido regresar…
Hasta que el eco de tu voz retumba tan fuerte como los latidos de aquel abrazo…
...tan lleno de ternura, de cariño... un poco de inocencia… y amor.
Y si me ves como perdida…
Es el recuerdo de ese dolor punzante en mi pecho que con sus gritos ensangrentados ansían desesperadamente alimentarse de nuestros rayos de luz.
No, no quiero tu lástima... Llevo en mi piel las marcas… con un orgullo distinto al de los demás.
Y si me ves… perdida?? Abrazame… Tal vez si escucho esos sonidos nuevamente... tan intensos… tan tuyos… todo vuelva a ser perfecto…
Por un segundo…
MissingMissingMissing9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please, please forgive me
But I won't be home again
Maybe someday you'll look up
And barely conscious you'll say to no one
Isn't something missing?"
I woke up and rolled onto my back. My muscles ached from my recent battle to save Cyborg from that virus I gave him. Even though he said he forgave me, I still felt bad just knowing that I caused it. I slowly got out of bed. I was so tired last night that I slept on the bottom bunk instead of the top, like I usually do. I stole a glance at my wall clock and read the time. 5:27 a.m.? No wonder I'm still tired. I grabbed a white towel and made my way to the bathroom. The sun was barely rising and I knew the other Titans wouldn't wake for at least another two hours, giving me some serious personal time. I walked into the bathroom. With five teenagers using the same bathroom,
StereotypesI speak my mind,Stereotypes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I MUST be a BITCH.
I wear black often and put my eyeliner on thicker than most,
So I MUST be GOTH.
I used to self harm and I don't even know if I'm done yet,
So I MUST be EMO and WANT TO DIE.
I want to dye my hair and I dress oddly,
So I MUST be looking for attention.
So I MUST be RACIST.
I'm part German and I can speak and read some,
So I MUST be a CRAZY NAZI.
I like dark art and literature,
So I MUST be DEPRESSED.
I have a nice body,
So I MUST be a WHORE.
So I MUST be NAIVE.
I love art,
So I MUST have NO FUTURE.
I almost always smile around others,
So I MUST ALWAYS BE HAPPY.
I'm part Canadian,
So I MUST love MAPLE SYRUP.
I wear makeup,
So I MUST be FAKE.
I believe in spiritualism,
So I MUST be a WITCH who wants to KILL YOU.
I like Marilyn Manson,
So I MUST be a SATANIST.
I'm a teenager,
So I MUST be a DISAPPOINTMENT TO SOCIETY.
So I MUST be WEAK.
So I MUST be UNSOCIABLE and HATE PEOPLE.
I'm a lesbian,
So I MUST be a FEMINIST a
HakkaiGonou closed his eyes briefly as he plunged the knife home. He could feel the blade tearing through skin, damaging muscle and scraping the bone of the demon. And he didn't care. It had become routine. His mind thought of nothing but calculating the next move, the demons' next moves, where to thrust the blade. How and when to kill. The screams of those still dying echoed down the castle's halls of stone, blending and overlapping until it sounded like a perfect chaotic orchestra ringing in his ears. Tearing into his mind, like that time when…Hakkai9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voices of the children floated out of the old room and down the corridor, reaching the old library with its tattered books lining the dusty shelves. The boy paused as he looked up from the book he was intent on finishing in record time, while sitting on a wooden chair with his back to the closed window. Sunlight filtered in through the diamond shaped cut glass, but did nothing to warm him. Expressionless, he pushed his glasses to a more comf
ShinoTen - Snow Beetle"I am going to kill Lee for answering that ad in the newspaper," Tenten mumbled to herself as she watched the autumn scenery outside.ShinoTen - Snow Beetle10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A chill wind was blowing outside as Tenten stared out the window of a dimly lit restaurant. She eyed the soft blanket of snow that had fallen the night before, wishing that she could indulge in her child-like urge to go outside and play in it. But Tenten soon pushed away such thoughts when she was reminded why she was there.
She was carefully nursing a glass of wine, making sure not to overdue the drinking before her date arrived. A few tables away sat Hinata and Lee, carefully keeping an eye on her to make sure the guy was a perfect gentleman. With a wave of his hand, Lee made sure his teammate knew that he was still there. Hinata simply blushed at all the attention the taijutsu master in training was creating for them.
"And nothing he or Hinata says can stop me," she added as she waved back to him,
Princess Peach's Heavy HeartPrincess Peachs Heavy Heart- By PeachykataraPrincess Peach's Heavy Heart7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you ever wonder why I get kidnapped so much? Its not because Im a blonde, and Im not as weak as I look. And I have a great chance at winning any sport.
I get kidnapped because I have power.
What? You say. I have power? Pretty, girly, little Peach has power?
You say these words like a snake, watching every word drop onto me, and what I am suppose to do? You dont see me, but every little insult adds a scar onto my heart.
I have power because of my royalty and money. But I am also the kindest and most gentle person in all the dimensions existing, or at least, thats what people say.
Poor little Peach if only weaklings like you had brains.
Dont you dare say that. I am very smart, and I have inner strength
Wait a minute I do have inner strength. I can be just as strong as anyone. I dont need to be a big hero like Mario. I have a pure heart and my own power that you, Bowser, o
Mi asesinato.-Te va a doler un poco, trata de no gritar- fue lo que dijo la voz atrás de mi.Mi asesinato.7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Lentamente acerco el cuchillo cebollero a mi cuello, pude sentir como el frío y filoso acero toca mi piel, solo era cuestión de realizar un movimiento rápido y todo se habría acabado, la sangre saldría a presión y la muerte vendría rápido en un par de minutos.
-Quiero que te veas morir, vamos al espejo- me susurro al oído.
A empujones me llevo a mi cuarto, subí las escaleras con un cuchillo en el cuello, fue un trayecto rápido donde no hubo oportunidad de poder escapar, tampoco puedo gritar por ayuda, no tengo vecinos cercas, es domingo en la noche y la señora del aseo viene mañana en la mañana.
Me encuentro a merced de una mente enferma, a punto de morir y no se quien es mi asesino, su respiración se oye tranquila, pausada y habla con una calma que da miedo, no es la primera vez que mata.
Estaba claro, no era un robo, no quer
Last NightA start to an end:Last Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We kissed with painful passion,
between tears that couldn't wash away the hurt.
I asked you to make love to me one last time,
knowing it wasn't possible, but you tried.
You kissed my breast and collapsed,
your lips shuddering against my skin.
Holding you close to quell your quiet crying,
I cried with you, as we cried as one, for the last time.
"It's okay," was all I could manage.
And it was. Somehow, it was all I needed.
Now that lasting memory haunts me like I need it to:
with an ache I can see,
a memory I can feel,
and salty tears I can swim in.
One Life Ch.10 Things That...Chapter 10: Things That Go Bump In The NightOne Life Ch.10 Things That...10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sesshoumaru materialized in Rin's room in the next instant and took in every detail in the blink of an eye. Rin stood in her nightgown with her back against the far wall across from the window. She gripped her short staff in a white-knuckled grasp and her eyes were wide with terror as she stared at the window. He sensed her heart beat racing and smelled the fear rolling off of her in waves.
"There's…there's…s..s..something trying to get into my w..window!" She whispered hoarsely, her eyes glued to the window.
Lightning flashed outside and a bulky black silhouette outlined her window. In a flash, Sesshoumaru was at the window, his arm shot out to grab the intruder, vaguely aware that he had gashed his arm on the splintered wood of the windowsill. He grabbed only emptiness a he tried to catch sight of the fleeing figure, but could see nothing but the blackness of night. Just then, Lord Kazuo burst through the door, his snow white
I love..."Homophobe..."I love...5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate random people I've never met
Because what they do in the privacy
Of thier own bedrooms confuses and
titillates me... I find myself excited but
I have been told all my life that it is wrong
"God hates Gays" They tell me... "Gays go to hell..."
I see two men holding hands and I
have to turn away...it makes my heart
race and my face burn...so I lash out at them
I see two women kiss and I don't know
what to say...I am literally without words...
So I respond with the hate and rage that I was
Taught by my Church and my God that I am
Supposed to feel. I say things that hurt them
Or anger them...because I don't know what else
To do... And it doesn't make any sense to me either.
As Fragile as a House of GlassYou are faking it again As Fragile as a House of Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know the one I mean.
When you pretend to be happy
You can only injure yourself.
Is that your reasoning?
The burden you bear is invisible but solid,
And its weight presses on everyone around you.
You cannot do this alone.
You are not Atlas.
You can ask for help.
The cherry red you spill
Tastes like iron to the ground
And licorice to the crowd.
Having a clear canvas
Does not mean you have to paint.
You are not a little Barbie.
Makeup will not give you
An unbroken smile.
You were not made to have skin
That barely surrounds your spine.
Hear the whisper as the air enters your body.
"You are alive!"
You are stronger than you know
And more beautiful than you would dare to believe.
You are here for a reason.
Nobody is born
Simply so they can die.
So do not step off the ledge in front of you.
You know it is not what you truly want.
ButchI cut my hair with a pair of rusty scissors on the eve of my sixteenth birthday. That morning my mother screamed.Butch5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?! YOUR GORGEOUS HAIR?!"
I cut it off.
"WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"
Because this feels more like me.
Because I'm tired of being confused.
Because for once, just once, I want to look like I feel.
And not feel this emptiness.
I raided my older brother's closet the week before that Christmas. He didn't get mad, he just got quiet.
" don't you have your own clothes?"
"' then why do you need mine?"
Because this feels more like me.
Because this lets me cover those curves I never wanted in the first place.
Because they make me feel
Like I should.
I kissed you two days after your birthday. And you smiled at me, and said that you loved me.
Because, you smiled.
"That's not an answer."
Because this feels more like you.
Because you come across as so strong, but deep down, I think you're br
midnight prayerA girl lies in her bed in a cold little townmidnight prayer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In an isolated state with its frozen crown
She looks up at her ceiling and prays to God
"Dear lord," she says. "I don't mean to prod,
But I want just one thing. It's a simple request.
Return to me the girl who makes me my best."
This other girl was funny, fierce and caring
Without her the great loss was unbarring
"I know you have your reasons my lord
But more pain is something I can't afford.
Why do people watch us with those eyes
They say 'I hate you' and then she cries.
Why have you denied me my little bit of heaven?
Am I really that bad or is this test number seven?
Even so for once I have faith in you
I know that someday you'll see me though
But please tell me now what to do
Because I'm lost and afraid I might rue
The day we met, the day we hugged and we kissed,
The days when nothing else mattered are all well missed.
Please, what I should to do when I need you and now
I won't stop asking even If you won't tell me how."
So the girl who l
lesbians are people toothoughts hang in the air like the remainslesbians are people too5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of shattered shards of chandeliers--
once a well-hung girl, poised above the dinner table
where vultures ate and ate and ate
her soul until she was nothing more
than the fragments of an empty shell.
she had hung in very long,
and she had played very hard,
for she was hard; she was crystal, dark crystal
to hide the scars and burns of past memories
and fatigue and stories that no one wants to tell
in the shadows and darkness.
held she the power, the ambition to change the world,
but the world changed her and those scars
and maybe she saw in black and white
like the early watchers,
or maybe she saw in technicolor
but if she did
it was more red, black, and white.
it surprised her how the girl's name
came so easily to mind
but rolled so cautiously off her tongue.
she liked to let it roll off,
let it wallow in the heat of her mouth
before escaping with sound
into the harsh cold world.
in her was the devil;
in her was an angel,
Lover's SpatJuly 8th, 8:02 pm.Lover's Spat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
20 minutes since argument.
Took a shower, let the water run on my face.
I feel a little less hot-headed.
Researched couples and money problems,
It didnt make me feel any better.
So I flipped through pictures of us together,
But it only showed me our happy faces,
And I was sad.
Thats when I decided.
I ought to type up a quick list...
'The Things I Like About Ashley'.
She loves me, she takes care of me..
Nice things only, nice things only.
She dries my hair when we get out of the shower,
She holds me at night. Were getting somewhere.
She puts up with me.. and sometimes she pisses me off and we have an argument like this because she is fucking impulsive-
But she tries.
She tries and thats important.
'So take a deep breath, walk up the stairs,
And make it right.
Because you said some nasty things,
And you can sure get mean when you're mad.'
Remember that she tries.
ChokingI'm choking on these words,Choking5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pain it breeds.
I'm choking on the fear
you're pushing me out of your life,
or so it seems.
I'm choking on your love
as you reach down inside of me;
pulling back everything you gave,
the best of me.
I'm choking on the silence,
the stale air,
the distance between you and me.
I'm choking on your promises,
the dreams you stole from me.
My heart is crushed,
while suffocating lungs,
drown on lost possibilities.
A hollow chest,
gasps for breath,
watching you destroy everything.
So fuck the world.
Just a girl and a girl,
captured in a love affair.
causing this relationship tear.
So I'm choking on the anger.
And I'm choking on the pain.
Because I want to bide my time,
till we can be together again.
But you keep me in the darkness;
you're hiding out in there.
There's nothing left to do,
but choke on these spilled tears.
Just FriendsI'm tired of beingJust Friends5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a piece of furniture
This feeling in my chest
I don't know what to do
Do I let it stay?
Do I push it away?
You aren't going to change your mind
Opinions will stay the same.
Feelings will too.
So now what?
I suppose I have to try
To move on.
To find someone else.
To get over it.
It's not the first time it's happened.
It won't be the last.
I find myself
Beginning to speculate.
This keeps happening.
The common denominator
Isn't that hard to spot.
So what's wrong with me?
You love me as a friend.
I'm happy you love me at all,
But that doesn't really change anything.
I'm still that someone
Who you just want to be friends with.
I apologize for my emotional baggage.
And everything else
That comes along with me.
The mood swings,
The crazy-strong emotions.
All these things
I hardly want to deal with myse
Why My Amy Is So SpecialWhy My Amy Is So Special4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Oh God, again?" She sighed. It was true, this happened a lot. I was not in the best of health right now and honestly I couldn't believe she hadn't burned out sooner. "Well, go get yourself cleaned up, I'll take care of this."
I walked to the bathroom nearly in tears. Surely she must hate me for being like this. I was horribly anaemic and unable to do much of anything, as well as having a stomach that revolted against anything I put in it. I couldn't even take tap water we had to buy special filter pitchers so I could stay hydrated. Throughout all this, I had no health insurance and my mood was unstable due to un-medicated bipolar 1 disorder. I was starting to break. I didn't know what to do and I couldn't find the words to express how I was feeling.
But through it all, she was there. Patient, kind, strong. She often put her needs aside for mine, which both warmed my tortured heart and worried me to death. She helped clean up when I had the period from hell, she put up with me w
ConversionHer eyes dark brownConversion5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her smile bright
When they all said it was wrong
I couldn't help but feel so right
We laid there in the grass
And stared up at the night sky
Right then it was just us
With not a moment flowing by
I held her in my arms
Her head lightly on my chest
We were but only friends
Yet with her I felt so blessed
As summer started to fade
And dead leaves fell from trees
I had to watch her leave
When the world started to freeze
Days just went by
Contact was short
Time just seemed much slower
Without her support
News had reached me then
That she was "reborn"
Religion had taken hold of her
I felt my heart being torn
Had she taken a liking to men now?
I heard rumors, not sure if they were true
A conversion, they'd say, where she was no longer gay
No more women would she pursue
I found this to be untrue
The next time we had spoken
It was then that I was worried
If her heart would soon be broken
I have nothing against her religion
Her beliefs are all her own
But what if her friends d