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You walk up to me.

I look at you like a cat that is unknowingly trying to imitate an emote.

As your approach comes to an end you put your arms out. Both going past my body on either side.
You smile.
Then simply, "Hug?"

I do not comprehend this word, your intent nor punctuation.

Your arms tighten around me and your chin rests on my shoulder.

I stand there
what is this new emotion.
A simple hug can change so much.. some were never told of the Hug.
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Everything is better
with a bit
of bu
It seems so often that people tend to want more and MORE. Not of just butter but foods, clothes, shiny crap, and fame.
Is this just the way humans are or did society turn us this way like a school of fish?
Take smaller "bits", you'll enjoy it more next time.

I chopped up "butter" because well you don't need it all at once, right? ;)
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Due to a number of explicit images popping up on deviantart recently, i wonder....


maybe this will change your outlook on the freak that's got you goin aaaaallll niiight loooooong...
im sure they used this idea somewhere else. well im just here to help spread the love.

How Sexually Active are you?

Do you practice Safe-sex?

Do you even get much?

are you sexually frustrated then?

Well this piece will show you that not having sex that often isn't such a bad thing after all...


"If you don't got the RUBBA, you get no HUBBA-HUBBA!"

oh and yeah... ignore the cheesy wordings *Texas Chainsaw and A Niny Mouse". yesss.... A niny mouse likes cheese. very cheesy. and dry. ok. ill shut up now.
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the earth can shake
my bones can break
but i'll never give you
my chocolate cake
don't bother trying to figure it out. you sillies.
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a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal

amazing shrieks
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk

a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-

grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
yearningly sways
to the river, where

water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;

a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
and belly,
fresh meat
wafting through
endless horizon;

while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.

Burial grounds
burn slowly
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to slip
into its last coma,

palm stem walls blanketing
the mind's catacombs
while your planted carcass watches
a tsetse fly
drink its next meal.

I wrote this around the time I wrote my previous submission and put the " finishing touches" on it today. I am pretty happy with this piece, though I know the path to perfection is a never ending one, just as in all my poems.

As I have said before, most of my poetry is based on true stories. But more than that, my short term goal in my poems is to thrust the reader into another world, one that a painting or sculpture could never capture. Enjoy :)
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The powerful beats of Schranz gives you the energy to dance,free yourself, enjoy music and makes you forget the routin of every day life.

the noisy and industrial sounds of schranz makes you see the other side of life.
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Still noon in the paddy fields
in Kerala, we sank a well
to stem the flow of desert,
but came up smelling of dust.
Watched rice plants wither as the slow sun
silenced resolve in angry glare,
and warm dry gusts scattered
hope to the four corners.

In Palakkad, an empty street, sold
to ten million-dollar-a-day death,
men nurse wounds and children.
The women have gone to find water-
when the supply runs altogether dry,
we may find out how to swallow
the dust.  Or our pride.  Lesson taught,
we shall learn to drink coke.

Still noon in the baking heat
within the walled compound, we
stand around on wounded feet
spreading slurry on the ground.
So here, at least, is water
(to dampen a capital purse)
So here we earn our living -
a litre a day (could be worse).

Outside, the world is barren,
the earth is cracked and bare.
As boreholes tap our reservoirs
at last we’ve learnt to share.
So desert soil is progress,
and bitter stench is joy.
Infected feet dance to the beat
of the jingle writer’s bitter-sweet
irrigation for the soul.
Inspired by this article, and many others like it. Still in progress.
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Warning: If you don’t like fat Dragons and vore, then do not read.

Chapter 4: Wish Fulfillment
I got up and looked at the small little dragon as it shook the remains of the shattered eggshell of itself. I backed up and stepped on an old dry leaf. The dragon instantly whipped around and faced me. Our eyes locked. I wanted to turn and run, but something in the way those eyes stared at me held me firmly in place. Without warning, the dragon leaped onto me with such force that I fell over backwards. To my amazement, it did not hurt me, but began licking my face all over. Once I was thoroughly covered in drool, it got off and let me up. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there looking at the dragon confused. It saw this, and its little head dropped, a look of sheer sadness upon its face.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
I was confused. I liked dragons a lot, but never did I imagine seeing one up close, and this one was a little too real for comfort. I felt a weird feeling as I looked into the sad orange eyes, as if I was indeed forgetting something, or rather someone. I thought long and hard about what was going on. How did this dragon know me? It had just hatched from its egg, yet it was talking to me as if I was a long lost friend. Scared that the dragon’s sadness might turn to anger, I tried to get up and make a run for it. Like lightning, the dragon leapt onto me and pinned me securely to the ground. I struggled to get free, but the dragon was surprisingly strong for its small size.
“Please… its me.”
I stopped squirming when a silver tear hit my cheek. The dragon was crying. My head ached as I racked it for information. Its orange scales, blue wings and claws, the row of blue spikes along it’s back, even it’s tail, somehow gave me this feeling of happiness and safety, as if she were a protector. It finally hit me as the memory came rushing back to me, and I couldn’t be more happy or confused.
“Ember, is that really you?”
The dragon’s eyes lit up again and she smiled at me. She started licking my face again.
“I can’t believe you remembered!” the dragon (or Ember, as we must now call her) shouted happily.
I would have wiped the dragon saliva off my face, but I was too happy to see Ember, and my arms and legs were still bound to the deck. I remembered the first time I ever saw her. As a little kid, I was even sad and alone then, so I imagined Ember so I would have someone to talk to. She was my first friend, and even now all I had were pity friends who felt sorry for me.
“But, how?” Ember laughed as if it were the simplest question in the world.
“You wished for me silly, or did you forget that too?” Ember said as she released me and allowed me to sit up. “I missed seeing you as well, and I thought you’d be happy to see me, so here I am!” Ember’s tail wagged back and forth sweeping several vines off the deck, still smiling happily.
Before I could bet up and give my long lost friend a well-deserved pat, she again jumped on me and grabbed me, only to pull me close in a tight warm hug. I wrapped my arms around her and laughed happily as I hugged back my dear friend, who I only dreamed I’d ever see, never the less hug.
“Honestly though, I came here for a reason.” She nodded and let go, sitting down in my lap. “And I think you know why.” She smiled again.
“What’s that? I’m still surprised that you even exist.” I said returning the smile. It was true that I had been wishing to see her in flesh and blood all my life, but I never expected for it to actually be granted.
“Oh come on, you should know, well anyway here’s a hint.” She said showing me her sharp white teeth.
I gulped a little as I had vague idea of what she meant. “You’re not going to eat me are you?”
“What? No! I’m still much to little for that! And anyway even if I did I wouldn’t really hurt you. I know how you like it though. Maybe when I get bigger.”
I sighed greatly in relief. Of course when I was young, I imagined her much bigger than me, and I would often daydream that she would eat me to keep me safe or something. For some reason I liked it when I was eaten, or if she ate someone else I didn’t like. Those people never came back out, but while I was in her I was never hurt. She continued talking.
“My two real reasons for coming are, 1: I heard you wishing for me so often recently and suffering so badly without me that I decided we were separated long enough. And 2…” She trailed off as she seemed to think better of saying what she was about to say. “Well let’s just say that’s for you,” here she nodded towards Josie and Arkaliel, “and your friends to find out later, when I’ve reached a larger size.”
“But then I f you’re not going to eat me,” I said, still greatly confused, “then what did you mean when you bared your fangs?”
Ember looked down at her stomach as it suddenly rumbled. “Well…I was kind of thinking…of…well…living up to your expectations, if you know what I mean.” She smiled sheepishly and winked.
I slapped my forehead at how stupid I was acting. Ember was big in more ways than one in my imagination. After all, I had wished for that too.
“Of course! Of course you can Ember! You should know me better by now. There’s no reason to be shy about it!”
“I know you like it, but I doubt they will.” She nodded towards the animals again.
I understood her completely about being modest now. She was shy because she didn’t want to be considered a freak for wanting to be fat, and the fact that the news crews were broadcasting this across the planet only made it worse. I couldn’t blame her. Everyone that I had trusted well enough to tell that I liked fat dragons had thought that I was a freak too. I could tell all of this was making her very nervous and I turned and addressed Josie and Arkaliel.
“Ember and I need some private time to catch up. Make a perimeter a good distance around the house though.”
They and the other animals did as they were told. Once they were safely out of earshot, Ember resumed talking.
“Thanks for that, but won’t they disapprove if the next time they see me I’m fat?” she asked worriedly.
“Well the next time they see you you’ll probably be big as well as fat.” I reassured her, gently rubbing her behind the ears. “I doubt anyone would be so stupid as to tease you about it now, even when you’re small. You are a dragon after all, and not only are you special and unique in this modern age, but that also puts you on the endangered species list. No one will dare hurt you for fear of being punished, and even if they do hurt you, whether physically or emotionally, you have my express permission to hurt back. The same goes for me, as your legal guardian. I promise that as long as I’m here, I won’t let a single thing touch you.
Ember jumped up on my shoulder and nuzzled my cheek in appreciation. “So, shall we?” she said, smiling one more as I entered the house with her perched on my shoulder.
I am quite pleased with the way this chapter turned out. I decided to do it in first person, since, after all that is me and this is my life as I would like it. It also helped me think better if it was me talking. Keep leaving comments so I can know how I'm doing.
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Warning: Only for fat Draggies

Flare awoke the next morning on his living room floor to hear voices talking over him. They weren’t his parents, but someone else’s, and there were a lot of them. He cautiously opened one eye a crack, and instantly shut it. He was completely surrounded by animals, and not just his house pets, but wild ones as well. Flare wondered why his dogs hadn’t protected him what’s more the voices seemed to be coming from the animals. Josie, the most faithful of his dogs, was lying on the floor beside him. A stag was talking to her, and apparently the conversation was about him.
“How do we know he’s the chosen one for sure? He looks like any regular human to me.”
“He was lifted clear off the ground by a comet of pure light. If that’s not a sign, then I don’t know what is. Wait, shh. Listen, his breathing’s changed. I think he’s awake.”
Flare shuddered and closed his eyes tighter as a dark figure blocked the light coming in through his eyelids. He felt someone pawing on his chest. At that he got up and dashed into the nearest corner. All eyes suddenly turned on him. Although they were curious, especially the neighborhood stray cats, they gave him his space. They knew the signs of fear in a human, and they could be dangerous when provoked (rather ironic, don’t you think?) They just sat there and watched him, waiting for him to calm down. It took him about 15 minutes to do so, and even then he remained backed up against the wall. An old, battle scarred wolf stepped forward and approached him.
“Do not be afraid, Flare. We are your friends, not your enemies.”
“Who are you? And how do you know my name?”
“My name is Arkaliel, as for your name, that was Josie’s doing. It was at her request that we let you sleep.”
At this Josie stepped out from the crowd and joined him. She licked his hand comfortingly.
“How you feeling?”
“Well, except for a major headache, I feel fine. How do I know that this isn’t all a dream?”
Arkaliel again spoke.
“If this is a dream, then how is it that you find yourself in possession of a headache? I assure you, what happened to you last night was very real.”
“Ugh, what did happen last night? The last thing I remember was a blinding white light. I must’ve passed out after that because I can’t remember a single thing.”
Arkaliel and Josie nervously glanced at one another. They didn’t know what to tell him. Arkaliel tried his best.
“Um… no one knows for sure, but as soon as that comet hit you, every animal and plant on the planet knew it. Josie found you lying unconscious by what we think is the comet’s core, the only thing left of it. She tried to get the stone once she had tended to you, but there is come kind of invisible shield around it that prevents anyone from touching it. We think it was meant for you to have it. Do you know what it might be?”
Flare was shocked when he heard about the comet, and he had a pretty good idea of what it had left behind.
“Yes, I know what it is, and there’s a good reason why it won’t let anyone touch it, and no one should. The ‘core’ of the comet, what does it look like?”
“It certainly doesn’t look like something that should be floating around in space, that’s for sure. I wish I could tell you more, but as a wolf, my being colorblind prohibits me.”
Arkaliel hung his head in shame. Flare, who by now felt sure that none of the animals were going to hurt him, walked forward and put his hand on the old wolf’s shoulder. Arkaliel looked up in surprise. Flare slowly stroked his fur.
“Hey, don’t feel bad. I don’t blame you. It’s okay, besides, that’s all I need to know anyway.”
Flare walked over to the door and opened it. The scene that met his eyes was completely different than it was the other day. Vines and vegetation were completely covering the surrounding landscape, and trees had grown up everywhere, even straight through houses. Animals were also surrounding the house, and more were arriving by the minute. They all stopped what they were doing and turned and looked at him, all those that weren’t holding off the news crews that is. Except for them, not another person was in sight. Josie and Arkaliel appeared in the doorway behind him.
“Where is everybody?”
“They all left, what did you expect them to do when wild animals started showing up at their doorsteps and their homes began getting overtaken by greenery?”
But Flare wasn’t listening to her, for there, on the only patch of deck that didn’t have vines covering it, was a stone. No, not a stone, a jewel of some sort. It was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever beheld. It was as smooth as something could be without actually getting polished, 10 times as brilliant as a diamond, and also bright orange with veins of blue. Perhaps the most dazzling thing about it was that it glowed, but not radioactively. The glow was unearthly, like nothing Flare had yet seen, yet he felt like he had seen it before, maybe in a dream he had. Even more mysterious, Flare felt like he was being drawn toward it. Arkaliel nudged him forwards.
“Go ahead, its yours anyway.”
“Don’t rush me! I’m going, I’m going.”
Flare walked over to it and bent down to pick it up. As soon as he touched it, it began to shiver and shake. Little cracks began appearing all over it, and it rolled about spasmodically. Then, all movement ceased, as the glow began to increase. There was a loud bang as the stone shattered, and there, in its place, was a little orange and blue Dragon.
The third chapter in my book, and in my opinion, the best thus far. Sorry it took so long, but I hit a bit of a writer's block half way through while I was writing it. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it, and feel free to leave as many comments as you want. I like to know how I'm doing as I go along.
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Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.

Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness

Fare was not your average 14 year old boy.  No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was.  Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games.  But the real problem lied deeper than that.  The real problem was his personality.  He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons.  Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space.  If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead.  He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.  Flare loved everything about Dragons.  Their scales, wings, power, everything!  Though there was one other thing he loved that none but his closest most trustworthy online friends (the few that he had) knew about, and that was fat.  There was nothing more beautiful to him than a fat Dragoness.  The several pictures and stories he had found about huge Dragons he had loved, and viewed frequently.  Just the thaought of one gave him a warm feeling inside.  Yet, he tried not to think about them to much, for the thought made him feel lonely.  There was an empty place in his heart that ached and only felt more empty whenever he got to involved in them or couldn't stop thinking about them.  He felt sure that that place would never be able to be filled by anything other than a fat Dragoness's gentle caress.  Many times his heart longed for one so badly that he was driven to the point of tears. But enough with the pity story.  You get the point.  He was a very sad and lonely and miserable kid without his fat Dragoness.  Our story officialy begins on September 16, 2007.  The day of Flare's 15th birthday, and also, the day his life, no, his world, shifted for the better.

Flare woke up bright and early that day.  Over the past week numerous good luck charms had found their way to him.  A five leaf clover, a lost penny, a dandelion wish, 3 fourtune cookies (with good fortunes), and a shooting star. Surely all good signs.  Today was guaranteed to be a good one.  Flare opened the blinds, and his heart sank.  Not only was it cloudy outside, but a full fledged thunderstorm was brewing, gale force winds, hail, and all.  There was no way anyone in their right mind would attend his party now, but it was probably for the better anyway.  He knew his parents probably got him cupcakes instead of a real one and most likely all he would get from them would be $5 bucks as a birthday present.  Anything was worth sparing him that embarrasment.  Sure enough, he was right all the way down to the last scent. His parents began singing the birthday song.
"happ.." they began. Flare was outraged.
"Mom! Dad! You know I hate that stupid baby song!"
"Well I think its cute," his mother said, "besides, you'll always be my baby." She reached out to pinch his cheek, but he pushed her hand away. His father, the jerk that he was, began yelling at him.
"Don't you raise your voice to me! If you're going to be like that then give my five bucks back!" Flare could have come up with a pretty good comeback, but knew better than to make his father angrier than he normally was, and submitted. "Yes, father."  He calmed down, though he did so reluctantly.  His mother went into the kitchen and came out with the birthday "cupcakes".  She set them down on the table in front of him.  "Now blow out the candles and make a wish."  Flare inhaled, closed his eyes, and made the biggest wish of his life.
"I wish I had a baby Dragoness.  One that I could make as fat as I want, and I'd always have enough food for her, dispite her insatiable appetite. I wish she and I could be alone together, without anyone to drag us down. I want her also as a friend that I can actually talk to, and she'd be able to understand and talk back. I wish she was real with all my heart. And i wish this world was a better place" A clap of thunder shook the house.  Far away, the Light had heard his request, and knew he was the one.  The one human out of all the others who was born out of Light, and not of Darkness.  Flare returned solomnly to his room. His mother callled after him. "But honey, don't you want a cupcake?" "No thanks. I'm not hungry." Flare glanced out the window.  It was quiet.  The thunderstorm had dissapered without a trace, and all it had left behind was the rain soaked leaves of the trees.  He decided instead to stay outside and play with the dogs.
Flare stayed outside until dark, he was a creature of both night and day.  He was just about to return inside when he glimpsed another shooting star.  For good measure, though he knew it would never happen, he repeated his wish again aloud.  But that wasn't just any shoting star, it was a glowing ball of pure light, the Light's phisical form, scanning the landscape looking for him.  It heard him loud and clear this time, and headed straight for him.  As you can pretty well imagine, when Flare saw it turn and head toward him, his first reaction was disbelief.  "It'll burn up way before it hits me."  But it didn't it kept on coming, and the closer it got, the brighter it grew. "Okay I guess there's a first time for everything." Flare turned and made a mad dash for his house, but the Light was too quick for him. It hit him just as he was reaching out for the doorknob, enveloping him in pure energy.  He struggled and kicked to get free, but to no avail.  All at once, he blacked out.
the second cahpter in my book, much more to do with the title than the last one. If you think it's getting interesting now, just wait until the third!
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