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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
Falling From Your LoveHey you, with shining azure eyes,
and hair to rival Cytherea.
I have lost myself in your embrace
but wish never to be free again.
I feel as though I have fallen
for you from the high of your love-
Or perhaps jumped into the pools
that shine like stars whene’re you smile.
There is some subtle difference
between the breathless act of falling,
and the daring risk of jumping.
But both leave you for a moment,
floating so far above the clouds.
From this high heaven I look down,
and see you, anchor to the world.
You hold me fast and keep me close
Your velvet flower holds my heart,
deep within its smoldering walls-
your honey flows to meet my own,
and form a river of our love.
We share more passion in a glance
than it would take to light the sun-
The bliss of making love is cold
when set against your lightest touch.
Hey you, my softly glowing moon-
I want to share my heart with you,
you, who own all of who I am.
I’m waiting for the day I fall,
from the high of loving you
Tea TimeYou like me like you take your tea.
Like your tea I’m here sugary sweet.
Like your tea I’m pale and smooth.
A milky white.
Like your tea I’m to be enjoyed slowly.
Calmly enjoying the aromas, the tastes.
Like your tea I’m to be gulped down in a hurry.
You need it more than want it.
Like your tea I’m to be forgotten all together.
The pot is full.
The desire isn’t.
Like your tea I’m here when you fancy.
I need him. (ZADR)My heart jumped as I saw Dib start his long fall down to the ocean waves…meh. She got him. Pitiful human piloting skills. I wince as he crashes into the water…Perhaps he survived? Bah who cares.
…You do. You know you do. After being here for 5 years, you began to have feelings for the Dib-Human. You need him. He’s the only one that thinks you’re capable of doing something…in other words…he doesn’t find you useless.
I clutch at my chest at the realization.
“Gir, bring the ship now.” I say through clenched teeth. I need to save him…
It takes about two minutes for the ship to get there. I hop in and speed to where I saw him fall. I fly low scanning my eyes over the waves for any sign of life. I gasp softly as I see his black jacket floating in the water.
…My ship can’t go in water…
I slowly open the slide door, and cringe at the water. Can I do this..? This could potentially kill me. For god’
Come what mayI will keep you alive as long as you keep my attention.
I will enter your soul through the dark in your eyes
press my lips to yours stealing the breath from your lungs
never disengaging your gaze until you give into me
At the mercy of a madwoman with a gentle touch
I caress your forehead and enter your thoughts.
Your quickening breath is an aphrodisiac to me
you uncertainty feeds my excitement
your surrender, my climactic cuspid
Let yourself fall apart at my feet
let come what may
be it passion or death
Permission"If I ever meet you again, and if you allow me to, I will do anything and everything that you want me to do to you.
I will build you up to the point you explode, and then I will make every second, every minute last.
Torture your body for hours until you scream.
Feel every crevice, and stimulate every nerve till your brain shuts down.
You have no idea the depths of which are in my mind, the lessons I've learn and the power I hold that I cannot wait to unleash unto you.
Do not expect it, just be surprised and patient.
I will turn your world asunder.
Drive every inch of your thought process to the brink of your primal desires.
And then stare into your eyes as you lay there, watching, it all happen.
All this pent up frustration that has been built, I will release.
But only... only if you allow me to."
second confessionthere are those who settle that love is enough
to keep the revolutions in place. my weight was
uncentered, and even you
could not balance
illness i succumbed to every
season. even you cannot stay
to carry on what i have
not yet thrown off course.
i have thrown a lot.
there is not much left of
which you can love.
he told me that he had loved me in february.
i had loved him even in the sharpest winds
of march. i loved him
fucking another girl,
i loved him
august september november
i love him when he fucks me.
i love him when he does not.
i love him when he is a cord
warped around every intention;
i make decisions
in hope that the
is delivered from him
in our adulterous
your skin is wax
and i leave marks.
it deliquesces in my presence
you spend saturday
and the end of monday
in my bed
are what holds my flame.
but i will flicker out
only when there is
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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