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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
Stranger - part 6 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
After school, i went back home,and on my way heard weird noises.I stopped and looked around "hmm?" i took a look at little forest what was close to our school. There was standing Fabian,just as a slenderman.
"what are you doing?" i came closer.
"HSSSSssss" he snarled as a snake,hi eyes shinned,then fast turned to my way,standing on all four.
I blinked once staring down at him..."eeeeh...Fabi...?"
He realized it’s me , fast got up and mad looked at me "Kyle!! never scare me like that ,i could b-" he shaked head "never
Stranger - part 5 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
Fabian looked at me and came closer.I looked at him and smiled “Umm hello ,I thought you won’t come” .
He leant his head to my chest and sniffed me like a dog,from all sides,his eyes got all black.I calm standed and watched him “Umm? Okay? Fabian?”
“Does someone came with you?” He unsure looked at me.
“Um No” I worried looked around? “why you sniff me?”
Fabian took a serious look at the sky and sniffed air.”All is clear,we can …emm..like you said….hang out now
Out?Just a word and a little punctuation
A simple question except when it's a late night text
On my phone the letters looks sleazy; a last call come on
The question mark embraces the word like a lover
It spoons it like I would hold you as we fell asleep
By what you want is something more physical
Why don't you tell me what you really want?
It would take just one more letter... Fuck?
A punctuation that looks like half a heart
Both of ours broken leaving us empty
You want to be filled but it can't help
One night is a fleeting reward
It didn't work two years ago
We were five miles apart
Now you're 500 away
This won't be love
Just one night
Lust and bye
"No," I type
Todo puede cambiarHistoria - Todo puede cambiar
Capitulo 2° - Conociendo poco a poco
En la mañana siguiente ... en otro lado de la ciudad de New York
- Hijaaa! despierta , tu amigo Matias ya llego - dijo mi mamá desde abajo , aveces suele ser algo tierna aun que es una mamá siempre te apoya y aveces te tiene que hacer entender lo que para ti es bueno pero en realidad es malo , ella creia que estaba dormida pero en realidad solo espero que me llame para poder ir con mi amigo Matias
- Ya voy mamá - dije bajando las escaleras
- Hola Ambar - dijo alguien castaño , con ojos verdes como la miel en resumen mi mejor amigo Matias siempre esta para apoyarme pero nosé cuando le dire el secreto que desde hace tiempo oculto
- Hola Mati..(me da una mirada
InsatiableI'm a little bit wild
I'm a little bit free
I'm a little bit crazy
but I'm mostly just me.
Filled with a sensuous curiosity
Drawn in by the articulate.
and this is me getting it off my chest.
I yearn for soft touch, and a strong hand.
A steady fire in the promised land
A place filled with technicolor imagery
Where my mind fizzles out I can truly see.
Bound in my place
on the earthly plane.
My fervent desires in need of being tamed.
Your heated stare puts me in my place.
And that is why I crave your dominant embrace.
You see I'm a little hellcat, and this is a neverending race.
Oh, how delicious is that smile on your face.
So come out my divine lover, and take what so wishes to be yours.
A beautiful submissive, here, on all fours.
I wait, I challenge, do you think you are man enough?
Come out of the night; my urges need to be slain, as the world perishes away
only you can ebb away this pain.
NaturalIntertwined vines that whisper
To each other in melodic tones
The secret tears that flows slowly
Creating an absence of friction
As fingers flutter in the wind
With the sway of the trees
That creaks and moans
The passing of the serpent
That slides through
The soft warm embrace
Of rose petals dripping
From the dew of nectar
That flows below a tainted river
Reflecting the stars
As soft tremors are followed
By the absence of noise
The night collapses into morning
This visions, are painted in my mind
Death is a LoverEvery time, he lingered near
Ready to pounce at me,
And all my insecurities.
Whenever I called, he would appear
In the reflection of steel,
Or smiling back through my tears.
His cold grip would caress
My still-beating wrist,
Tracing my veins to my heart.
I wanted to hear it:
Softly spoken, a hushed whisper,
Death romances my ear.
My body craved the one antidote
That was the deadliest poison.
The warmth fading and shriveling
From his icy touches;
Release me like a snowflake
Into the vast white.
Oblivion, the catalyst
To our passionate entwine.
Taste my skin, taste my tears,
As they are licked up by flame.
Lie with me, forever,
In this bed of ash and love.
Cuando te Conoci 4gru: OMG tan poco tiempo y ya tienes mala fama marshall mmm como en el otro colegio ???
mar: marshall de que habla esta gorda
gru: a quien dices gorda ehh ( arrancandoles los pelos a marceline )
ml: chicas , chicas calmenze ya no peleen por este papi
gru: yo que tú le pego y lo comento en mi twiter
mar: ya somos 2 pero quitando lo de publicarlo en twiter OK
ml: ay mamashita
lo que pasaba en aquel salón era para reise pero de repente aparece una muchacha de linda figura con pelos pelirrojos y hermosos ojos que brillan como el sol . La encantadora muchacha se encontraba confundida pues no conocia a nadie del salon hasta que se dieron cuenta de su presencia
jake: penny ... que bueno que te veo en este salón
PF: gracias pero te queria preguntar donde esta- (interrumpida)}
ml: hola hermosura ... asi que te llamas penny verdad y eres nueva aqui o solo eras de otro salón ???
PF: so-soy nueva aqui el director me dijo qu
one more chance:by piko utataneI know the night was long long long.
Few drinks will do us good good good.
Why don't you come with me......
We just got one more chance till eternity grab my hand before the chance is gone.
We got just one second so come with me.
You will see I'm your fantasy.
Please come on before the chance is gone.
You know I love you baby and you love me.
So we just got one one more second till eternity grab my hand and take a chance.
So grab your drink and come with me.
I'll become your fantasy.
I LOVE you and you LOVE me so come on before the chance is gone.
Let's dance the night awayyyyy.....
So let's dance to the fresh techno beats.
As are hands interlock and come as one and we dance the night away.
Your soft lips against mine I see you chose to come with me.
So let us come now come with me let us go.
La la la la la la la la la
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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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