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Amythist Gray She was the girl with black hair and tons of eyeliner. The girl with black clothes and more piercings then i could probably count.
Her name was Amythist Gray, or so she said. She got called
'Emo bitch' and a freak every day, and she just hung her head and let her bangs cover everything.
I wasn't majorly popular or an over-tight nerd either. I was the quiet one who liked to sit outside and draw.
I liked to think i was a good artist, and drew everything. One day in the courtyard I was doodling a girl...
She wore a pixi like dress made of the night sky. Her hair was so dark it flickered purple in the light. She looked over a
moving orb and constellations formed her background.
A loud splat and laughter interrupted my steal like concentration on my goddess.
A jock had threw his sports drink all over Amythist. I guess she finally cracked...
or just lost her sanity for a few moments. Everyone was laughing and pointing.
Possibly a story?My blood. Oh God my blood.
it flowed from every opened wound on my
body. I feel.. No.. scratch that. I AM broken.
My wrist, my leg i feel it. The bone. Protrding from
my skin. Like some malicous thing, coming to attack me.
Only... It is me. Well a part of me anyways..
I need a doctor.. And some morphine. Yes morphine, morphine
is the God's necter when you're in the condition i seem to be in.
I'm seeping blood from my pores.. Yes i need morphine.. Lots of it.
Maybe some more blood to.
Dying.. I. Am. Dying. There is no other
way to put it. I'm laying here, with glass stuck in every
piece of my skin, and i'm calm.. Maybe the clam before the storm..
Nahh i'm way to calm.. maybe some random person drove by
when i was still un-concious and was like, "Well that seems to
be a horrible car wreck. Oh poor girl.. here i'll just dope her
up with the ever so convient random syringe of numbing drug i have
in my jeans pocket." Damn people. I should be thankfull that the person
that may or maynot've s
To daddy.life has always been a game to me.
I never wondered what i couldn't be.
You told me, "Be whatever you please."
And i felt like i brought the world to it's knees.
That one girl with a venom tounge
A beutiful song she always sung.
Weither it shall sting, or wheither it shall
sooth, she spoke the words, velvet smooth.
Red her hair. Much like her temper,
She was so stubborn. Couldn't help her.
She liked it that way. No one else
had room to stay.
Your 2 cents never spent.
Good advice always lent.
Trust me she did, she took it to heart.
And to her brain. She grew so smart.
That one little girl, you told to be,
anything and everything she ever pleased.
Grew up strong and grew up good.
Just like you all knew she would.
Puppet.In and out the
as the clock bellows.
Twelve o'clock, mindnight,
sun is absent,
Puppet you are
held by strings,
As the metal cuts
deep. Burns and stings.
No happy endings,
they spoil the truth.
As his body drops dead,
trapped in youth.
You flee laughing, feeling alive...
Poor poor family... They couldn't survive.
The gamePretty pink ribbons.
Pretty pink pearls.
BIG blue eyes
and perfect blonde curls.
Dark black nails
Dark black hair.
Bright green eyes
and mascara applied
A musical laugh
and golden hair thrown
The Ruler of
school eats up attention.
yyuuuummmm a tasty snack.
A hidden eye and covered
The shadow dewler hates the light.
Skin moonbeam kissed.
The Flawless vixen tricks
Steals a boyfriend. a girls heart.
Makes a lover.
The child of black sits
alone. Emptyness she feels
She doesn't want to act,
She says that. But isn't sure.
The 'perfect' girl lockes the stall.
And presses her 'boyfriend' agenst the
Love ha! it's a lie to her.
It was never real, but she -also- isn't sure.
The lover and child are much the same.
They act like don't feel so ashamed.
Like they don't feel like they somehow don't belong.
And there life is a cliche. Inspration of a broken love song.
The curls and pearls have there favorites.
Black hair and pale
Percisly plasticShe climbed to the top of the tree.
A cut on her hand and a bruise on her knee.
Her dad was smiling, always happy.
Laughed at jokes, no matter how crappy.
Her mother perfect in all.
her blush and perfume made her a doll.
Percisly plastic. It's in her blood.
If she could change her life,
She certainly would.
The moon looks down, eyes full of sad.
The pity she feels angers her. Boils her blood
The tears drip down like a rain shower.
Falling down.. Making her feel trapped
Her body a tower.
The silver of her razor glitters in the
beams of the pityful moon.
And she knows, blissful pain is
Her skin redddens in protest,
as the razor glides over a vein the closest.
Just like the tear the blood drips down.
Coating and covering the once green
The wounds scream her secreat.
Even though she always planned to keep it.
The braclets and bangels hide the truth.
The truth that mom has broken bones and chipped a tooth.
The truth that dad never smiles at her, makes her w
The 30we break each other with kisses
to open, to bruise, to overcome our bodies
there's only sighs and impressions,
just love love love
and urges and slowness and pushes and eyes sink
we are infinite in an indefinite intimate form
melting moans, scraped skin, salacious tissue red and white
we're losing edges, where might I begin? but you are
completely my dear, my love love love again
Steve x readerHi hi! First story on here, whoop!
(y/n) was simple. She didn't like too much attention, but she enjoyed it, just like any other person.
However, if given unwanted attention from the wrong people, things can get ugly.
"Come on, babe. One dinner," Tony Stark whined. (y/n) often ran errands at Stark Tower for the Director, Nick Fury. And every time she would step one foot into a room Tony Stark was in, the first thing she would hear would be Tony asking her on a date. She thought she had heard every pick up line there was.
"You look nice in that SHIELD suit. It would look nicer on my floor," He winked. (y/n) crinkled her nose. The Captain America looked up at the two from the couch. He recognized (y/n), whom he had seen sometimes around the Tower. They had grown to be friends.
"No thanks..Tony. I literally tell you that everytime." She sighed and walked over to the fridge.
"Are you sure you don't want to go out tonight, darling?" He drawled, placing a hand under his chin.
Good...but not good enoughI will sacrifice my heart and mind
You will always come first, I'll try to accommodate your every need and desire.
Sometimes I'll come up short and I'll fail because I'm good just not good enough.
I'll be your secrete because deep down you are ashamed of me.
I fulfill so many of your needs but fall short on some because I'm good just not good enough.
I have a pure heart but an ugly body.
You'll look past that at first but not for long.
You will take every ounce of love and compassion I give you and rarely reciprocate because I'm good just not good enough.
You will live in my protection but ignore my affection wanting more than I can offer.
You will grow weary of my appearance and frustrated with my short comings
because I'm good just not good enough.
You will keep me around for what I offer but give your affection away to others.
Eventually you will destroy my hopes and dreams, my heart and soul and I'll ask why? because I'm good just not good enough.
Lady Lilac Mowing Grass1
Newly moved in to our neighborhood, she was
a single mother, a decade older
than me, at least. With a rambunctious son,
she stayed at home to raise him. How she paid
the bills was always questioned by the neighbors
(especially you, yes you, Doris H---).
I had not noticed her until
the height of summer's heat in July,
on a Friday afternoon---height of the week
(until Sunday); weather conditions
as humid and hazy as a young man's
desires, remembered afterward. Mowing
her front yard, she wore a bikini top
with faded, boot-cut jeans. Her unshod feet
were sheathed in nylons (the supermarket kind?
(knee-highs perhaps?), light tan, very sheer
with reinforced toes, opaque dark brown
(the kind fashion magazines forbid;
softly opaque, those reinforced toes).
Behind the mower and beneath her footsteps,
the newly clipped grass seeped sweet chlorophyl
on to her gliding stockinged feet. I thought
of ancient love poems. and iambic lines
that lose their contours to the
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Forrbiddan Love (ShadAmy) Intro ...
Everything was perfect. I was a mature 17 year old women. I've grew...a lot. I used to be a whiny, bossy ,aggressive little girl. Now...well I still act like little girl (a little). I'm energetic, hyper (sometimes), wise ..some other things..I always think of the brightest of things. To try not to think about .....that tragic day.... The day my mother and father died. The day of "The Attack." 10 years ago my mother and father were in battle ...to try to protect me and my brother. But ..that man killed them in front of me. Trying to torture me. Mocking me. Laughing at me. Me and my brother got separated. I never saw him again... To this day I go deep in the forest of my planet. To the forest and found a water fall so beautiful. I've never told anyone about this. I think I never will, it's to tragic to tell. I've been through a lot .. I sne
I SEE HERI see her walk-in
making it hard to cope,
hugging me over tight
and kissing her bliss of harmless
warmth, making the hands feel the beauty
of her curve,
I see her calling my name
as if calling a pope,
Her voice melting spiritual
frequency, making it extinct to
peace and stability,
I see her like blindness in hope
Feeling my beat inside
her heart, as the nightmares of ill faith
and miseries come in power,
I see her in this Massive society
taking the load away, her wondrous smile
calms the pressure and No longer I live in
I See her and I see us.
The dissolutionThis honestly still seems really unfinished to me...
This is about socially imposed ideologies, such as zeitgeists. It's about various contemporary elements of our social paradigm ingrained within our belief system when we were innocently receptive and unable to question their validity.
It's about shedding those ideals and allowing for independent discovery.
(It still needs revising, to me it seems a little insubstantial.)
I feel like plastic uniformity
A generic sculpture of conformity
A toy soldier
Melting in a burning building
Eye's wide, unseeing
Limbs strong, unmoving
Heart beating faster as I begin to melt
Oh dysphoria, release me
Skin dripping like wax
My mold: broken
As my husk falls away
And the certainty of my dissolution solidifies
As I become more
A viscous mass
An amorphous, liquid entity
But I am not sad to see you go, machine
I'm escaping from the dream
Formless and free
"I will always love you,"
"No, no you won't."
"And how do you know?"
"The Stars told me,"
"How do you know if the Stars lied?"
"They do not lie. They are not able to but humans can."
"I will never lie to you."
"Ah, but you just did."
"I love you,"
"Lying is bad for the soul."
"I love you. Say whatever you please. I will forever be in love with you."
"Did the Stars say that I will love you until the end of time? Maybe even after?"
"So Stars can lie."
"If the Stars say that I don't love you than why do you stay with me?
"Because I love you,"
Vampyre love.He held her close.
Breathed in her ear,
and whispered sweet nothings.
She closed her eyes and savored the bliss.
It hurt. At first. Then nothing but sheer bliss.
Like seeing through gauze, her vision half blured.
Making loud noises as he carried on,
Then.... everything blossemed untill she
couldn't take it anymore.
Crying out in pleasure, she heard a growl
escape his chest.
Nails scored his back and raked her
His heart beat under her skin,
her's under his. His plesure in
her belly, she could feel it.
Her blood filling him. Making
him moan louder and louder.
Her own pleasure eminating from
This vampyre... made her melt.
Fire licked at her whole body, and
she scrame louder, his name, scratching
Then he pulled back breathing hard.
Nothing was more precious than that moment.
His ice blue eyes locked on her emerald ones.
Falling beside her and running his hands
over her arms and hair.
Coaping with the thumping of his heart and hers,
That moment was the one she
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