Pleasure found in PainThis is what I need,Pleasure found in Pain3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The touch of your hand,
Gentle as can be,
Then the smack against tender flesh,
This is my beloved and I,
Who we are,
What we've become,
This is us.
I crave the pleasure in your touch,
For I am here,
To do as you please.
Show the world who I belong to,
Leave your mark in the bruises,
Scattered across my body,
Pull my hair,
Bare my throat,
Nip and bite,
Let me come alight!
Let me feel the tug at my scalp,
The pleasure it brings,
Causes the tears in my eyes,
To be a moot point.
Hit me and welt me,
As we kiss with a bite,
Bite with a kiss,
Bruise me and love me,
Fuck me and be gentle,
Soothe the hurts of the day,
Remind me who I belong to.
The dance of becoming,
Has come to an end,
For the future of you and I,
The pleasure found in pain,
Shall always belong to us,
As there is no one else.
Human MagicHuman Magic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at her!
Go ahead stare
Her breast pressed up
Her legs bare
Around her time slows
Details are enhanced
Like how her skin glows
And when by chance
You manage to charm her
You find you cannot harm her
For under the glowing skin
There is a steel spirit within
When some how you melt the steel
Her heart will reveal
Endless strength reserves
Concealed by her luscious curves
When you get through the strength
you find at length
that pure bliss
after you finally kiss
and bit more
as you start to explore
you trade your trip to heaven's gate
for this girl, greatest of the great,
But are not upset or filled with regret
Nor shall you ever forget
When you saw there
Hair pined up, legs bare
On the end of the bed
Ready to give up her maiden head
Nervous? Of course you where
It was new for you, and her
You nearly didn't do it.
You very nearly blew it.
As you turned to say no
Got caught by her body's radiant glow,
Black hair up, black tank top nearly gone
Green-gray skirt that was barely on.
BreathingI experienced life in a daze, merely shifting through the actions. Education had turned from torture into an escape, where I was free from his icy blue eyes…Breathing3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Free from his bruising temper.
Sitting in the campus library’s kitchen was where I felt at home. My mind could wander as it would, and I found myself hiding away from the real world.
When I was forced to be with him, to be trapped in his presence, I discovered that I dreamed of someone else.
Brown, soulful eyes stared back at me. A gentle loving hand caressed my stinging cheek-
My fantasy world was what kept me here. He kept me here.
I had tried to escape Ray by suicide, and each time he punished me. I remember being dragged from the fifth story window, him speaking to me in a scolding tone. My mind had zoned out, trying to pretend that he actually cared and wasn’t just a psychotic control freak.
But of course, all I could do was wish a certain someone else cared.
I wondered if he knew how much I thought
whever you arethe weight of the world lightenswhever you are5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the depth of the nights
take a breath and hear a sigh
the midnight whippoorwill has no sense of time
the glistening light from a single star
and the gentle fall of a tear reminds me:
i am where i am and you are where you are
El lago cristalinoEl lago cristalinoEl lago cristalino5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Paso a paso, mis zapatillas hacían retumbar el firme piso de piedra con estrepitosa sincronía, magnificada por el eco y la soledad que reinaba en aquella muralla de piedra carmesí; castillo o palacio que se erguía con magnificencia sobre el más basto acantilado dominado por una bruma espesa, liberada misteriosamente por un lago cristalino que yacía apacible bajo los pies, y alredor, de aquella edificación sobre la roca.
Me acerque a la orilla, mis manos tocaron con delicadeza el borde de piedra que separaba mi frágil cuerpo del vacío, resultado increíblemente suave al tacto como la seda, a pesar de su aspecto denotadamente áspero.
Mire hacia el cielo azul que sufría la magnifica metamorfosis rojiza del ocaso, que cuyos colores mágicamente no distorsionaban la brillantes y claridad del inmenso lago bajo su luz. Finalmente mis ojos se posaron en sus aguas calmas y apreciar
I AmI Am7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you find love in a damaged heart?
Can you feel life within broken dreams?
Where were the angels that I cried for?
Hidden in the mists.
There is a murky fog of memories
We cannot stop what has begun
For what is done forever will be done.
The angels came
Not quite too late
My saving grace
The angels came.
But only after I was saved.
I could not be what was desired
I could only be what I am.
What am I?
Will no one let me know?
But I know.
I am Beauty.
WindowsThe entry to the soul,Windows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the objects that always tell the truth.
Eyes that judge.
Eyes that love.
Eyes that hate.
Eyes that wait.
That simple orb,
with an array of color.
Eyes that are cruel.
Eyes that are perfect.
Eyes that are regretful.
Eyes that are broken.
eyes are never the same,
be it emotion or color.
Eyes that close.
Eyes that open.
Eyes that freeze.
Eyes that burn.
That simple color-filled orb,
that shows the soul filled with love,
or that can be cold as ice.
Eyes that are filled with hope.
Eyes that are filled with confusion.
Eyes that are filled with sadness.
Eyes that are filled with nothing.
As bright as day,
but as cold as ice.
Eyes are that small window
into the soul,
that we always try to hide.
Eternal Flames of Another KindUnrequited loveEternal Flames of Another Kind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The purest love of all
Given freely without request or requirement
A pain that lives eternally within those hearts and souls.
The spirit of unrequited love
She stands alone among the flames
Surrounded by fires of love and devotion
Encompassed and never consumed
Her hands are bound by chains
She raises to the heavens
An effigy of unrequited love and unrequited pain
An eternal soul burning in an eternal gift of misery and bliss...
And those that seek to gain their love of unrequitedness
In mortal standings and mortal worlds
May call upon her for which they seek
To be delivered in this life
For the trade of eternal burning
In her fires.
A girl with such love in her heart
Sweet kisses have entranced her lips
Tender embraces have held her warmth
She knows a touch of wonder fulfilled
By gentle fingers that dance along silken skin
Fires of another kind entirely
Yet such kisses are not always stories of true love told
Such embraces can be cold and gentle fingers can
Harry Potter TK: Bellatrix and HermioneTK Commish: Bellatrix and Hermione - The (tickle) Interrogation of Hermione GrangerHarry Potter TK: Bellatrix and Hermione2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(This story takes place in Deathly Hallows, where Harry, Hermione and Ron have been captured by Snatchers and are taken to Malfoy Manor. Hermione is being interrogated by Bellatrix Lestrange while the boys have been locked in the cellar, where they see some familiar faces. I’ve tried to make things fit as seamlessly as this scene in the canon as possible.)
In the dank and musty cellar of Malfoy Manor, Harry and Ron could do nothing but fight against the ropes that bound them as they heard Hermione’s pained screams from overhead. Bellatrix was shouting something, but the words were incomprehensible. The room was awash with light, lit by Ron’s Deluminator while Luna was gritting her teeth, trying to hack at their ropes with a rusty nail. They heard the echo of maniacal laughter, and Ron stopped his squirming for a second to gasp.
“Wait, is that Hermione laughing?”
The Storyboard - 024The Storyboard - 0246 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Ten thousand” is a punchy, raw number. Ten thousand of a thing is a staggeringly large amount. The mind tricks itself into believing it is countable.
If I wanted to, I could recall the years I walked this hall, same as they are, day in and day out. But I do not want to, and so I simply say—to myself because there is no one else—that I have walked this hall for ten thousand years.
My mind could not handle “a million years” without admitting that it is equivalent to eternity. Therefore it could not possibly be a million.
And there was no one to say otherwise. There were the two clocks, one over the table in the hall, and one by the bed, always offset from each other by one minute. I could not tell which was correct, if either were, or if it mattered.
There was a time once, which seemed legendary, when I recalled the shape of things other than these halls. The discrepancy in the clocks ground in my mind, and I attempted to set one to keep with the othe
The Giant - May and SerperiorThe GiantThe Giant - May and Serperior4 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a warm summer day in the Unova Region. Many people were out and enjoying the weather. It was also a wonderful time to do some traveling. May had been a Pokémon trainer for a few years now. She was currently 17 years old, her body maturing into a fairly attractive young woman. Despite some physical changes however, very little had changed about her personality and her passions. She was still a Pokémon trainer and still greatly enjoyed her career path. May had originally traveled through her home region of Hoenn. Following her adventures there, she continued to the Kanto region. Finally, she found herself in the Unova region. In her mind, she couldn't have picked a better time to arrive here. The weather was wonderful and perfect for traveling. She took out a map she received at the airport upon arriving i
Harry Potter TK XIIIHarry Potter TK XIII:Harry Potter TK XIII3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At the crack of dawn, three Slytherins crept out of Hogwarts, bleary-eyed and tired as they made for the Whomping Willow.
“Are you sure about this?” Daphne asked, sipping from a flask of pumpkin juice as they trekked through the snow as they headed towards the Whomping Willow which allegedly held a secret entrance to the Shrieking Shack and the conspirators.
“I heard it from Headmaster Snape himself. He’s on our side!” Pansy exclaimed. “You just tap the knot at the base of a tree and the tree stay still and you can pass right through it to the Shrieking Shack.”
“Ehhh, I don’t know,” Daphne shrugged. “Just trusting a betrayer’s word seems risky in general. I think I saw that written on one of the bathroom walls.”
“He wasn’t a betrayer, he was a double agent. It’s not the same!” Millicent said disapprovingly.
“Come on, guys, it’s too early for th
Maybe in the Next Life...Ten years ago I gave my heart to someone. He didn't appreciate it and he finally gave it back. I couldn't bring myself to wipe his fingerprints off of it though.Maybe in the Next Life...6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It's true when someone says "Love isn't always enough". I never wanted to believe it, because nothing is stronger than love...nothing. That's still true, now I just realize that strength isn't always as important as stamina.
Love is the greatest gift you could ever give someone...though sometimes people only want presents on special occasions; not every day of their lives.
I have always believed that this life isn't it. We live many lives in many forms. That's what I believe. When we said good-bye I told him "Maybe we'll get it right in the next life." Now that I can't speak to him again I wonder.......what does he believe, and will I ever have another chance to get it right with him?
The tears are trapped within my eyes, constantly blurring my vision and threatening to spill over onto my skin. I find I don't want to cry, but
CasanovaIn the old town of VeniceCasanova3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sin was born
One man, in the moonlight,
Took a woman's soul
She got doomed
But it seemed fair
That one night with him
With nothing left to tear
Centuries have passed
Even the rain turned cold
The sin lived
In the other men's blood
He looked at me and said
"Be the flame not the moth"
He was hypnotizing,
But he's Casanova, he can't love.
He likes numbers
And I was 24
I gave my body to his arms
I used to cry back then, but not anymore
That one night,
I remember it well
The stars came down
With no words to tell
Because we were one
Under the endless sky
The morning you left
Every part of me died.
You think you're in love
You have to grow up"
And yesterday I saw him,
I guess he hurt the one he loved,
His look wasn't hypnotizing
Maybe, he got a broken heart
You have to become a man
To treat a girl right
This life, you know,
Is one big fight
But still, I'd come back
I'd give myself to you
Only if you said
You love me too...
More Cake for KateMore Cake for Kate4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outside, a raging snowstorm roared. Inside, the fire crackled, the embers slowly dying one by one. The room was aglow with the warmth from the fire. A woman named Kate sat in her favorite plush red couch. She wore yellow pajamas, a red heart shape proudly covering the area over her own. The pants she wore were merely shorts, the fire and cocoa having more than warmed her up. She also wore soft, fluffy slippers, especially made to warm her feet. Her fingers and toenails were covered in a pinkish-red polish. Kate sighed contentedly, finishing the last sip of her hot cocoa and setting it down on the table. Kate then sighed sadly, as if ignoring the warm drink.
She was a little upset, having her plans for the night ruined by the storm. This was an especially important night, and she didn't expect to spend it inside. Just then, she heard the faintest song coming from nowhere in particular. It lightly echoed off of the walls, more like a fond memory than a haunting wail.
The WandererI met the Wanderer once, in my travels. She was on foot, and I on a horse; her pack looked heavy, her sword sharp, her eyes shallow, and so very gold. Her tongue traipsed over words like a dancer, and her lips, when she smiled, were like the bend in a river: fluid and lithe, but gone in an instant as I passed on the current.The Wanderer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Would she sup with me? She would, and she and her melodious tones sat with me to share what I had, which was sufficient. We talked; I told her of my home and my wives, and the honey that I carried to the winery. I told her of the valley I lived in, and how green it was, how blue the mountains could be, how the river cut through it like the most excited of knives. I told stories of my children, and how they played. She described golden pools and mountains that breathed like they were alive, and cities that shimmered like pearls, and beautiful races graced with wings, long dead, but alive in legend. She made me wish to see the world, but told me to stay with my delig
DiscoveryDiscovery4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a time where the world opened itself unto me with opportunities of love.
And yet I found only friendship's with little benefits and nothing more.
It only felt like I was fooling myself, but I never knew why until love found me instead.
Coming to me in a form I ever could have imagined and taking me by surprise.
The feeling was immediately alien, and yet it never faltered.
I looked into the mirror when the days passed me by, unsure if I recognized the person reflecting me.
Because, for once, I felt truly beautiful unlike the days of yore.
That's when I knew that love could feel my struggle and why it instead found me.
Taking my chance, I embraced the love given to me and let it take me in.
Those feelings that once saddened and confused me now seemed so far away.
My face burned and tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into the window love had presented to see...
Where Are You My Spark?Where Are You My Spark?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not look at my old photos
When I see them, I notice a spark
I notice a spark in my eyes, It's small, but it's there
If I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing
There is no spark, I have looked, and it's not there
I have lost the happiness in me, I have lost my heart
It's broken, and I hope, someone will heal it
I do not look at my old photos
Because in them I see a joy that I used to have
Oh hidden spark in my eye
Where is your hiding place?
Where have you gone?