.:Amor:..:Amor:.9 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?10 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
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 ...8 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…
La leyenda del cenzontle...La leyenda del cenzontle y el quetzal.La leyenda del cenzontle...7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Existía una vez un enorme bosque lleno de vida y color, a donde quiera que voltearas encontrarías cientos de árboles verdes de distintos tamaños, algunos eran tan altos que muchas veces parecían devorar el azul cielo entre sus verdes y carnosas hojas, otros se vestían de pintorescas flores de cualquier color que pudiera ser imaginado y sus aromas eran tan dulces y embriagantes como sabrosa era la miel que las abejas fabricaban con su polen.
A través de este hermoso bosque corría un cristalino río cuyo correr de las aguas susurraba entre los troncos de los árboles y se expandía por todo el maravilloso bosque. Y como era de esperarse, habitaban en ese pequeño trozo de edén numerosos animales de todos los reinos. Habitaba el gato salvaje, cuyo siesta vespertina nunca se perdía; habitaba la ardilla laboriosa, quien siempre procuraba levantarse muy temprano para recoger la
Staying InThe Shadow of your bodyStaying In5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pressed against the midnight sky
Tastes of sin against my pink lips.
I like it better
When I can't see your auburn eyes
Because they tell me to kiss you
They tell me to pull you into me
By your dainty hips
And beg you
To never leave me
Your beautiful auburn eyes
Tell me to see the truth
But the lie
Is what keeps my family smiling
For one day
I'll marry a handsome rich white man
Have beautiful Catholic children
And die with a golden wedding band
On my dead finger
The things your eyes beg from me
Betray my family
But somehow it feels so right
Love is nothing compared to hatred like this
And I don't care
If that guy who lives down the street
Calls me a dyke
Or a homo
But when mom can't stand to look at me
I'll swear to god I'm straight.
ConsumedYou gave me a waterfall.Consumed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pouring across my shoulders
over my waist
it seems to wash away
Maybe that's just because
I don't understand you. I still
throw myself i
El tiempo de esperar?Te espero...no por obligación, sino por convicción...El tiempo de esperar?7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No por amor a la soledad, pero si por amor a la esperanza...
No porque no existan otras personas, sino porque existes tu y eso me basta...
No por temor, sino por valentía...
No por emoción o deseo, sino por decisión...
Te espero...no porque me esperas, no porque me sueñas, no porque me ames, no porque me quieras...
Sino porque yo te quiero y te sueño...por eso...por eso es que te espero...
Lover's SpatJuly 8th, 8:02 pm.Lover's Spat3 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.
midnight prayerA girl lies in her bed in a cold little townmidnight prayer4 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
Some_hing's MissingI feel somethingSome_hing's Missing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
missing in me
That spark I was too
blind to see
In fear I hid the truth
afraid to reveal any part
The part of me that's missing
may well be my heart
The path I walk is shrouded
in the darkest kind of hell
I transverse the landscape alone
But then that's just as well
For every hand that is offered
another friendship falls apart
While wondering in the darkness
of another broken heart
Something is missing in me
and I can't get it back again
When you are battling yourself
there's not much chance you'll win
Another soul lost in the screaming
silence of the longest night
Yet another lie is being told
with the whispered--it's alright
Something is missing in me
sometimes I want to scream
Will reality ever conform to the mold
of this sorcerers dream?
The battle leaves my soul so tattered
I know there's nothing left to gain
I can't give up and I can't give in
I can't surrender to this pain
Others look into this void and fill
it with what they need
While in the recesses of the so
I love..."Homophobe..."I love...4 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.
ShoppingI'm not looking hard enoughShopping3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm seeing underneath,
Tell that to my knees,
the very ones
that throb, and ache.
Bruised from car doors
They hurt a lot worse
than it looks.
But, boys don't like girls
with broken knees,
or eyes for someone else.
I don't bother anymore
looking, that is.
I write and write and write
and write and write and write
Of loves that never happened,
flaws and imperfections
[ as I forgot how to shape my lips
to form words in my defense. ]
Just a Breath AwayWhen your heart is achingJust a Breath Away4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When you need to cry
When your heart is breaking
When you don't know why
When the night gets too dark
When you don't know what to say
When life leaves its mark
When the price is too much to pay
Pick up the phone and call
Even if you don't know what to say
For any reason, or none at all
I am just a breath away
Don't be afraid to cry
You'll never be alone
If you just want to sit and sigh
Just pick up the phone
If your path you just can't see
If your tears you can't hold at bay
Remember I will always be glad to be
Just a breath away...
As Much As I Love YouYou can try to find another who will love you like I do.As Much As I Love You4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But you'll be unsuccessful.
You can search for that perfect one. They'll be a different gender, I know. They'll hug the Bible and pray at night. They'll kiss you and you'll both wait for the night that you can finally take off those rings you're wearing, the ones that promise God you'll stay pure. But I'd have waited a thousand lifetimes for that moment; they'll only wait so long.
Because I'm the only one who loves you this much.
I want to feel those soft, plump lips of yours on mine. I've imagined it so many times.
But you won't ever know.
You won't ever know how I feel. If I told you, you'd hate me. You'd be disgusted. You'd never want to talk to me again. "It's wrong, it's immoral." That's how you think. You think a kiss on the lips will send you to Hell. You think I ought to be there. Well, not me personally, but anyone like me.
Only because you do not know.
I keep thinking of the moment I'll reveal my fe
LesbianThe love for,Lesbian5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The subtle curves,
Of another woman,
Draw me closer.
For she is,
Dominance"I'm taller."Dominance3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"You love me."
All these we've used as an excuse to be the dominant one.
You're older, shorter, feminane, much more beautiful.
I'm younger(if only by nine months), taller, thicker, much more lez worthy.
I'm taller, stronger, so I can easily pin your small frame down;
on the mattress, on the ground, on the wall..
Hold your wrists down, run my hands on your body; show you how small you really are.
//I've always loved our contrasts. My skin always looks so pale next to yours'. I love how it always looks like you have just the perfect sun tan, even in the winter.//
Wrestling. Cuddling. Holding. Any of these, no matter what, I know giggles would fill the air. I'd pin you, dominate you,
just try to force you into loving me.
I'm thicker, taller, more masculine. But I can't quite tell you how I really feel..
So, I guess you really must be stronger than me.
A Curse Of ProficiencyI guess you could sayA Curse Of Proficiency4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a jack of all trades.
And while it can come in handy
It is also disappointing.
They tell you
"Everyone has something they're good at"
Everyone but me.
Or you could take it to mean,
I'm pretty good
At a lot of things,
But only just passable.
I'm a pretty good artist
If you just want a sketch of something.
My freehand drawings
Still look like they did
When I was five.
I'm a pretty good writer.
But nothing of mine
Will ever get published.
I'm still at the point
Where what's an interesting story to me
Is hardly more than a short story
No matter how long it runs on in my head.
I'm pretty good at singing
If I'm in a choir
Or singing along to a song on the radio.
Because half of my tune
Is slopping out
Of the metaphorical bucket.
I'm pretty good at sewing
If you give me a pattern.
I can follow directions,
Even confusing ones,
But that's as far as it goes.
I can paint
If it's straightforward
Without things like shading
And if it's simple shapes
Or large th
ConversionHer eyes dark brownConversion4 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
Dear...To the boy who spray painted my locker with the word "fag," in eighth grade,Dear...4 years ago in Letters More Like This
To the person who through a beer bottle at my head, missing only by an inch, because I was holding hands with another girl,
To the nameless, faceless people who spam me with Hate through words, because they're too scared of what might happen to them if they express themselves physically,
To the father of my best friend, who doesn't like me to see her anymore, because he's worried I'll infect her with my "homosexual" thoughts, just because I was dumb enough to fall in love,
To the friends I've lost because I was in love with them, but I should have been in love with their brothers,
To the friends I've lost, because they didn't understand that just because I liked girls, didn't mean I liked them,
To the friend I'm worried I'll lose, because she's not sure that our relationship will ever be the same since I realized I was in love with her,
To the mother I'm too scared to talk to, for fear of repercussions,
Ma Ecrivain GentilleI love watching you when you don't know it,Ma Ecrivain Gentille4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I look at you I think of how much I love you.
I whisper it through chapped lips,
But you are busy writing and don't notice me.
I observe your stern facial expression,
The way you move your hand around your neck and your long fingers extend.
Those fingers I have always loved.
Your hair is growing long again,
The curls will be full circle soon,
Those black curls that I run my fingers through when we...
Just the thought makes me shiver.
It's all too much.
Are you almost done?
Ma ecrivain gentille?
I would never ask- can't interrupt the process.
Uh oh, you've seen me,
and now you think I'm doing something suspicious.
You don't know how I'm admiring your beauty here beside you,
How I was reveling in the feel of your thighs keeping my feet warm.
"I love you" I say,
You smile at me,
"I love you too".
These are the times I live for.
KiGo: College-Chapter 1Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters, shows (if any are motioned), foods, and places. Most likely the only thing I own is the plot. So this applies for the entire fic. If a make something up I'll let you all know.KiGo: College-Chapter 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: AU. KiGo (eventually). Kim is 17, Bonnie and Monique are 18, and Shego is 19. Kim is a retired hero not completely out of business, and Shego is a retired hero that is out of business. Shego never met Dr. Drakken. Kim and her two best friends Bonnie and Monique are off to college at Go University, when Kim and her roommate start to get a little intimate.
Note: Sorry if this took forever -_-' … My computer finally got working and I'm all caught up on my school work so yup. The other one was kinda awkward and I didn't like it very much, I felt like I was rushing it. So I choose to rewrite it and I hope it is much more clearly. It's also longer, because of more dialogue. Also I have changed the plot slightly. And yeah this is still my first fic.