Rock And Roll y Fiebre 3Rock And Roll y Fiebre 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"¡Ohhhh! ¡Yes yes yes! ¡Oh yeah!"
La voz femenina gritaba de placer, mientras sus gemidos penetraban mis oídos como si fueran flechas.
-Che Walter - le dije sombrío.
"¡Oh my god! ¡Oh my god! ¡Fuck meeee!"
"¿¡Te gusta así, bitch!? ¿Ahh? "Trozo latino, nena ¡¡Azzzzzzzzzucaaaaaaaaaar!!"
La voz masculina fue un cañonazo hacia mi fantasía. Me hizo volver a la realidad.
"¡¡Yeaaaaaaaaaaaas!! ¡¡In my face, in my face!!"
-¿Ah?- me contestó.
Levantándome del sillón, me le puse enfrente.
-¿¡¡POR QUE MIERDA VES PORNOS CUANDO TE CUENTO MIS PROBLEMAS SENTIMENTALES!!? ¡¡HIJO DE PUTA!!- le rompí la cara de una patada.- ¡ENCIMA ESTAMOS EN MI CASA Y MI HERMANA ESTA DURMIENDO!
Y empezamos nuestra pelea matutina. Mientras él me metía un dedo lleno de saliva en la oreja y yo le hacía ca
Akali and ShenAkali looks over the piece of paper with a sigh. How could things go this far? How could things get so out of hand? She knew it wasn't right, but she'd let it run it's course, and now things were becoming real. They were becoming difficult to deal with, even. She'd never backed down when faced with a challenge, and she wouldn't now, but in the back of her mind, she was aware that she could have single-handedly prevented the whole thing with just a simple 'no, thank you'. But no; she had to be curious, she had to push things a step further, and she'd ended up here, with a piece of paper in her hand orders to meet with the head of the Kinkou immediately.Akali and Shen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As much as she attempted to deny it, the girl knew exactly what it was about. She could make up excuses as to why he wanted to meet with her all day and probably well into the night, but they would hold no water over the one thing that stuck out in her mind: she'd been seen, trapped in an intimate kiss with a man who'd worked alon
UMvC3 Moveset KaminaUMvC3 Moveset Kamina3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Series: Gurren Lagann
Gender: Male (very much so)
Voice Actor: Kyle Hebert (way better then Japanese)
Health: 975,000 HP Points (avarage)
Assist Alpha: Yoko Call (Shot, Forward)
Assist Beta: Gurren Slash (Direct, Front)
Assist Gamma: Grit Teeth (Direct, up diagonal)
Energy projection: 1/9
Fighting Ability: 10/9 (only correct)
Description: Once a simple worker living beneath the surface forcibly he then met Simon who found the small Gunman he named Lagann and shot to the surface. Once there he wondered the surface defeating any beastman he finds and freeing the trapped people beneath the surface.
Theme Song: Sorriro Days [instrumental] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY_FRMkN07I )
Entrance: Kamina is wearing his cape he then throws it off and pulls it out of the sheath like he did against Viral, he then pushes his sunglasses up and they gleam in the light before he ente
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:Are We Not Free?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 1Treasure Planet: The Real TreasureTreasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On a dark and stormy night, I sat on my bed, watching the credits roll by on my computer from my favorite movie: Treasure Planet. This movie always makes me feel better, I thought, not to mention I have the biggest crush on Jim Hawkins EVER! As I closed my computer screen, I turned to look at my clock. 11:09. Almost time, I thought sadly to myself, sighing in the process.
I was about to turn 16. I was born at exactly 11:11pm. But my sixteenth birthday was not one I was looking forward to. I lived in an orphanage. I had never known my parents, and for some reason, I had never attracted the attention of those who came to adopt. It was especially difficult to be adopted once you became a teenager. Now, at 16, there was little hope that I would ever be adopted. The orphanage had told me that if I didn't have a family by the time I turned 16, they would have to kick me out. The most they could do was provide me with a job at
ShatteredShattered2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Like the shattered glass shards falling upon watery tears of pain. Like the faucet that leaks repeatedly, slow echoing slams of heavy heartbeats becoming one with the surface. Clashing and smashing upon the sink with each droplet of sadness.
A lonely boat floating in the ocean of tears, my aching soul dives off the boat and becomes one with the water. There, in the debts, such beauty I cannot see. So much pain to open my eyes. Ripping aching slow torture as one lid escapes the other, revealing before me a glowing palace of hope. Burning pain pierces my heart and eyes, struggling to keep them open my lungs begin to collapse like ancient buildings so far beyond my time. I can't breathe!
I don't want to go up for air! The stinging, burning pain in my eyes of salt ocean tears rips at my flesh like the teeth of a monster. My hair waves to me like the waves of a crowd waving goodbye forever. Images peeking into my mind with painted canvases of false friendships and lost hope.
Am I dyeing? I
Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
The Righteous Are LiarsThe Righteous Are Liars:The Righteous Are Liars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find it funny, at times,
In this reality, of mine.
When the heroes fall and demons rise.
In the fight for freedom, filled with lies.
But such is the nature of the templar divine.
With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line.
Afraid to face the true demon he fears.
He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers.
And thus ends the "hero's" tale...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013
JudgementJudgement:Judgement2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
LeiaLeia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I created you, so wonderful, so beautiful.
I loved you.
You were so beautiful...
Before I knew it, I was drowning in the the illusion of you.
What should I call this? The illusion?
The future I think of is grey, the words I hear are also.
Please let me hear your voice. let me hold you and touch you.
oh, that's right, you're just a dream.
But you can at least hold me there.
Eternity stopped it's breathe slightly and let me go into despair...
Yet I hear your voice. But it's mocking me, telling me; "laugh a little more,you should pray harder."
you would never say that to me. It's a false voice I'm hearing.
if I can't hear your true voice, then kill me.
I won't leave any evidence.
I'll burn and bury this canvas of lies.
Both you and me.
Burn me then kill me.
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
What I Can't HaveI wanted wingsWhat I Can't Have7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To wrap me gently
In such a wondrously beautiful embrace
Amongst the stars and angels
So I delicately ripped flight
From the butterflies surrounding my window
In the hopes they could fly me away.
I wanted to feel loved
To feel the doting heat
Of a lovers breath on my neck
And grasp on my heart
So I kissed the sun
And held it ever so gently
Against my breast till
It burned me away
And I could reminisce in its loving burn.
I wanted to be whole
Without ugly bones to trap my soul
Without a life
So desperately wanting
Everything it could never have or be
So I embraced the seas
Submerged my entirety
Letting its infinity
All that would be left of me,
Till I could only
Wash among its waves
My Heart Builds CoffinsMy heart builds coffinsMy Heart Builds Coffins7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with careful meticulosity
Hammering each nail
With such heartfelt intensity
You might believe it enjoys its work.
My heart craves graves
Etching words in stone
For those who can't be saved,
Another letter placed
For ever word you say
Till a name is finally written
To its utter dismay.
My heart buries souls
Waiting patiently for those it greets
To disappear one day
And its work will be complete.
My heart dries tears
by burying its water
So deep inside
Even those it loves won't matter
When it finally buries them
In a coffin by its own design
And I don't mind
Its a task I assigned
Of my fragile heart
To harden it to the goodbyes
To ready it for them
To be ready for when they die
So I'd have no tears left to cry.
My hearts builds your coffins
With a c
Lesbian LoveI am a girlLesbian Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so are you
When you kiss me
I feel brand new
People might stare
They might get mad
But they can't understand
Nothing they never had
My heartbeat flutters
My brain is a mess
I love you more everyday
Not ever less
I want to protect you
I want you to smile
I want you to know
You're not a trial
Without a doubt
You're my mate and soul
And without you
I might lose control
Boys want to fix me
Girls only sigh
But when I look at you
I cannot see why
They say we're the same,
But we're nothing alike
They label us weirdo's,
Ugly, and dyke
But there's a secret
They do not know
That our romance
Is not just show
I'm in this for you,
My other half
My freaking everything
Who makes me laugh
I am a girl
And I love you
You're a girl
And you love me, too
6 ways on learning how to swim1. toes first6 ways on learning how to swim7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful. not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic. money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping. i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress! i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"what, mom? why are you looking at me like that?"
"...oh, please. one size?")
there are days when i don't leave my house and there are days
that i spend the time to put on makeup and
nice clothes to open the door and feel the fresh air and
to admire all the lovely, smiling, silently judging people who
i think are looking at me, but they probably aren't
Wanna Trade?Hey wanna trade?Wanna Trade?7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll give you my heart
For your smile
They're both so pure
I think its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give my virginity
For your words
Both feel so sweet
Both make us happy
I thinks its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give you my trust
For your lies
Both feel so true
Both feel so real
I thinks its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give you my tears
For your devotion
Both feel so heavy
Both feel so unwanted
By each of us
I think its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade
I'll give you everything
For your heart
You already have two
Mine and yours.
I think its a fair trade.
second bestyou look at me and smilesecond best4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a smile that held my heart
from the very first night
to keep me from falling apart
but I finallly know
that best friend
is only another way to say second best
to be thrown away like all the rest
I watch you fall in and out of love
go through all this pain
shed a tear while sitting in the rain
and still I hold you
always by your side
to go through anything
to go through everything
still without a chance
I wanna be the one
you smile to when you wake up
the one you lay next to
when you sleep at night
I'll always be here by your side
for the entire ride
no matter what I love you
but I'm sick of second best
Far From PerfectFar From Perfect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm very far from perfect
But for you my love I will be
Just so you can love me
Equally as I love thee.