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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
Your Seductive Bedroom EyesYour seductive bedroom eyes
Always gets my attention;
I often find it hard to resist
Your sensuous feminine charms,
But then again, what man
Would be foolish enough to?
When you press your sweet
Silky body onto me,
You ignite a flame that no other could;
I feel the palms of my hands
Start to sweat & my body
Quiver all over.
The way you kiss my lips
& caress my body with your
They spark up new feelings
Long since then locked away,
Till I met you.
But it's those seductive
That get me so hypnotized,
Unable to walk away,
Unable to resist you.
You tease me with your
"Come hither" glances
The way you sexually curl your lips
Into a mischievous smile,
Filled with lust.
You are my bedroom angel
Never afraid to go the distance,
When love becomes hot.
As the flames grows hotter
So does your passion;
Refusing to let go,
Making love in any fashion.
Whatever the occasion
Of the evening hours;
Your bedroom eyes,
Display a sensual passion
That's forever ours.
I, Adam Dawson Do not Believe in FateA total stranger
impacted by one lie
the lie she wasn't good enough.
The dark shadows that masked her eyes,
and the way my approach
had startled her so suddenly.
They say some souls are meant to reach,
whether through force,
or just fate.
I personally don't believe in fate.
Yes, I Adam Dawson
do not believe in fate.
Red LingerieShe wore red tonight
That color always was
A beautiful sight.
That Goddess of mine,
Her hot body always
Blew my mind.
From her bountiful bosoms
To her well sculpted thighs;
Her untainted figure,
Was my natural high.
Her skin soft like silk
& lips so sugary sweet;
I am unable to turn away
When I look into
Her hypnotic eyes,
I always get weak
In the knees.
No nightgown tonight
Just red lingerie;
It's her way of saying,
"Our love is here to stay."
Pull me back
from this white
cloud, a viscid realm
that thirsts my senses
paint my sky
with the most violent scarlet
your imagination can incarnate
through your hands
when the skin throbs
in the venter, in the mouth,
when we become abstract
becoming a ramification of veins,
desires, elusive emotions
din acest alb
nor, lume vascoasa
ce-mi exacerbeaza setea
cu violenta rosului
pe care doar imaginatia ta
il poate reincarna prin mainile tale,
cand pielea paseste sacadat
in vintre, in gura, cand ne abstractizam
si devenim doar o ramificatie de vene,
pulsiuni, emotii evazive
nailsSpeak in Tongues
against my teeth and
write your story on these broken molars.
Bridge the gap with
fluids best left unsaid
(you disgust me)
and maybe we can cum to an understanding.
I'll carve my lies into your skin
while you burn the truth from my eyes
Maybe we're broken but
I like it that way.
Anointed in as your sins.I am the embodiment of your sins.
I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.
I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.
I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.
I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.
I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...
I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.
I am your envy, green with what never, can fully be mine.
I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.
La hermana de Mangel (Rubius y tu)Holaa, soy la hermana de Mangel, ______ tengo 20 años, viví toda mi vida en L.A, y decidí mudarme a Madrid con Mangel, luego lo conocí a él y todo cambio...
CAPÍTULO 1: La llegada
Estaba todo listo para que me vaya, no había dejado casi ropa en casa de mis padres, no me preocupe por mi habitación porque Mangel tenía un cuarto solo para mí, era casi una imitación del original.
Mama: Lista hija?-.
______: Claro ya salgo mama-.
Salí de mi habitación con valijas y un bolso, ese día me puse una remera blanca por encima del ombligo que decía 'Kiss me' en letras negras, un short color rosa, los colores iban en degradación de rosa a blanco y unas botitas vans negras, mi cabello lo cambio cada época o cada mes mejor dicho, ahora estaba rosa y morado, me puse una diadema de flores rosas y blancas.
Mis padres me llevaron hasta el aeropuerto y esperaron que el avión despegara, estaba nerviosa, el avión d
Persuasion? Compilation of guilt,
is maybe the only right
Something meant to be,
should be let past.
Hesitation can prevent,
but nothing can separate:
will change that desire.
Lustfully giving in
to the temptation:
it just looked so good.
How could I keep saying no?
I'm not easily persuaded,
so you better feel
I could seriously do that
and that look.
just one little taste;
So it is;
entering the world
of the sexually explicit.
Randomocity Verbalized Convoluted mind set,
loveless lustful desires,
and ridiculous intriguement;
all to something that is mine,
but I can't have.
by the same voices telling me
to commit these deeds.
I'll verbalize something
out of character
to the scheme I've built;
but it reveals my true desire:
and different territory.
What can I say:
my heart and body know
that you're irresistible.
Drenched with passion,
overwhelmed with fear,
yet empowered with a desire
for actions to take place.
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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