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ParanoiaI know it's not real
The mirror doesn't contain demons
There's nothing licking my ear when it's just me & the darkness.
I tell myself there's nothing to get me
When pixels on my screen alert me that a dead girl's in my bed
But I overthink it
And I can feel the blistering heat of her palms tightening around my throat,
Never to let go..
So I scream his name
Though I've hallucinated enough already
But not even the moonlight can save me.
My soul's woven into a death game
Letting the horrors that I've thought to admire pick & prod at it
Merely taunting me as I lash out from inside
Trembling in fear doesn't show them anything
And if you run
They'll catch up to you faster than any serial killer
Of course, as soon as you believe it,
It becomes your reality.
"There's nothing there..
Nothing's coming to kill me tonight...
But what's the point in trying to defy the depths of my imagination
And pure insanity?"
Shudder In The DarkI curl up in his arms
Whispering his name with a crackling voice;
Letting my tears of ice stream down my face.
"The world's come to an end
It's just us against society
So will you run away with me?"
Maybe if life were simpler
If his family wasn't so dysfunctional
If mine wouldn't expect so much of me
Maybe it wouldn't be considered as a treason to speak to each other.
He knows that I'm depressed
He thinks that I'm bulletproof
But he doesn't see through the thin façade that I've managed to keep up this far-
He doesn't see that I'm vulnerable
I wish he'd believe me when I tell him that
I remember everything's that happened between us & our friends;
That I can still see the fire of pride in his eyes
That I saw when he grabbed me in the dark..
Anything & everything, baby
But within the few seconds that I've had to flashback
He's caught my shudder
And he can't seem to figure out why
Even though I'm with him now
I'm still mortified.
.He knows that I've documented all the pain
All the lies
All the tears
All the cries
Because I've told him..
But he doesn't know who it's about.
Recent LifeMy own mother asks me if I'm in love with him
But I'm too stunned to even lie or answer truthfully.
I got my wish
Now he & I talk every night
'Til it becomes suspicious
But then when I hang up
It's almost like he's still there-
A piece of my heart that can't shatter.
He ain't a leader no more
He's a wingman of a man who people obsess over
And oh, how he told me how he'd love to know how that feels..
I wanted to say maybe he just didn't know.
I'm taking his place in a school that isn't perverted
And he's taking mine in a place full of twerking queens & alike
And it feels so lonely to wander around a place where leaders are born;
A place where I don't belong.
But he said that he might see me again
And if he ever does
Then the both of us would finally be happy.
FriendzonedI tell you the truth
And you say it would be better if we stayed friends
So our friendship would never fall apart.
Like hell, I'm okay with that
Until you tell me a week later that you're falling for our hot blonde friend.
How am I not supposed to cry about it
Especially when you ask me to go & see if she's still in love with you too.
I can't wish vengeance on her
Because she's a friend..
Then again, so are you,
And so you're basically turned on by your metaphorical sibling.
Why is it that I am so used to being the 'messenger'
Who sends information from both ends?
Just gimme a damn hug-
I don't want to think about it with a working mind.
Corrupt me with the image of you once again
And wonder what sorrow I describe through poetry that you've never read.
TG 34: Me to Faera
All of my body hair fell of as my legs lengthened and became feminine. However, the changed legs then started to darken, first appearing as a tan before slowly becoming too dark to be confused with a tan. My legs, along with my feet, were black. The changes continued upward as well as my progressively darkening skin as my thighs started to bloat out immensely whilst also succumbing to the darkened skin below it and crushing my privates in the process. I then began to feel a painful sensation at my hips as they suddenly snapped out, breaking the bone that formed them. That was short-lived, however, as the bone remolded itself to fit its new shape and, of course, becoming black. The darkening skin then went behind my legs to my butt, which then fattened extensively, becoming more and more round. While this was happening, the wave of dark skin was traveling down my giant bottom, changing it to a sweet chocolate color. However, this change was slower than the expansion, so, for a bit, it w
AHer fists rang out as thunder against the doors of heaven, her hands streaked with her blood and that of her friends.
Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
No response comes.
Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move.
"What more do you want from me?"
Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor.
She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path.
Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut.
She would be with her friends again soon or so she hoped.
A World UnseenDarkness surrounds me, crushes me as it impedes closer, ever closer. Fingers reach out, clawing at my face, my entire being, with icy pinpricks that stab through my skin and shatter my soul. How did I get here, to this place of thick ebony nothingness? I am huddled here, tiny as a speck of dust floating in the air. Alone. Completely and helplessly alone in this world of emptiness.
"Nothing. This is what you are; absolutely nothing." A voice whispers in the eardrum shattering silence. His voice is so quiet, so faint, but when I crack open my eyes there is nothing but the pitch blackness to greet me. Alone. Alone here with not a single soul to save me.
"Why do you even try? All you do is fail. You are nothing. You mean nothing to us!" A woman's shrill voice blasts through the empty, the black now. The fingers begin to reach for my ears, clawing and stinging mercilessly. Hopeless relief leaks through me, tiny drops on a leaky faucet. They at the very least covered my ears from the
Hetalia x reader part 2
Your closed eyes stung by a light. As you opened your eyes slowly, you saw that the light came thought the window. You sat up and you guessed that it was morning already. You noticed that you still had headache, but the pain was less than before. But you suddenly heard your stomach grumbling. You wondered if the others were here and awake and if you could stand up. So you decided to give it a try.
You sat up on your bed and your legs were a little wobbly you tried to stand. You eventually stood up, but you sat immediatly sat as dizziness blurred your vision. You rubbed your head and shut your eyes tightly.
"Damn I thought the headache and amnesia was the only thing that I have." You thought. But you didn't notice that someone came in your room. You shocked as you felt someone grab your shoulders gently, but your shock fade as you saw that Italy knelt down at you. He frowned and his closed eyes showed concern.
"Bella, are you okay?
Close-up DistanceHands on the table. Fingers tapping a quiet oakwood rhythm. White, feathery page opened on the screen. The print of a photograph right beside it - small girl, dark skin, donor clothes with an American flag sewn up front. Only bruised skin and shattered bones, crying with joy over a sip of water, scared by the lens directed at her.
Hazel eyes regaining Focus on the words that wait to be written. The tapping changes, Wood turns to plastic. Stray hair blocking the view, Hand flipping up to remove it. Pause in the flow.
This is too much time to think. Stopping and staring at the Screen, retracing the letters that turned out so wrong. Hazel eyes staring down the pitiful, mournful words that almost make them water. One thundrous hammer of the index finger and all is gone. Back to the feather, to the incomprehensible that needs to be caged in 500 words.
A twist of the office chair. Facing the wall now, everything to get the photograph out of the mind. Recounting what she learned by heart: Dat
Dawn's Vorish Morning(Soft)Okay. Let's get some things out of the way here.. First, this is actually my first story I've written so it might not be all that good..But hey, if you're willing to read this anyway, go for it! Second, this is one of /those/ stories. You know.. Soft Vore, Belching, that kind of stuff.. I've already seen a few of those stories so I decided to make one of my own. If you don't really like this kind of stuff(Soft Vore, Vomiting, Belching), just avoid reading the story. This is your warning. ...Anyway, for the people that stayed/wanted to read this..
In the distance, a few snoring creatures could be heard, deep in the forest. One of them was starting to awaken, opening up her sharp, silverish eyes. she yawned loudly opening up her maw and revealing its sharp-looking incisors. The large beast got out of its protective position, curled up against the blue catboy sleeping beside her. Purring in his sleep, he kept wiggling his ears up and down as the dragoness looked down at him, waving her ta
City Lights She inched closer to the window, rain pouring down outside. Her bus seat patched with duct tape and gum, the material a darker version of the bleak grey sky above them.
So many times the girl had tried to leave home. She felt as if she was in a dream. She had floated to the bus station, and now found herself in the cold, dirty transportation. Memories as old as her, of a small town, and slow summers all sped away with every mile she put behind her.
Ahead, she could see the city lights, twinkling through the raindrops and gloom. Beacons of promise, for a new life, for change, and for the prospect of love.
She quietly sat in her bus seat, gazing at the city stars, feeling herself draw closer, like a moth to a flame.
Tango Of Arms Under The SeaMy love, how could this happen? Why did this have to happen?
In my mind, I'm heartbroken at the sight of you
Your eyes no longer good, but filled with brainwash
I cry at the sight of you confused
The real master behind your emotions
Has you playing at the limits of his puppet strings
I don't want to fight you
I don't want to lose you to this battle of arms
Although I may have been trained to fight
I can't fight you
Your eyes are filled with hatred and evil
I'm prepared to bring you back to my side
On the inside, though, I'm so scared
I'm terrified because of the unknown turnout
Please come back to me...
Don't listen to this dragon
He knows nothing about a free life
Only through Jesus may we earn a life in heaven
As our battle stances remain steady and balanced
The evil one tries to graze his hands over my ears
As if he knows who is on my side
I cannot be conquered by the evil of this world!!!
Tears pouring and pouring on the inside and stern face with anger in
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