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projecting.So much projecting, Or that's what I call it. Projecting my feelings I lack, or I need to expel om surrogates through relationships, bonds mending and breaking. So with love, once given to a foolish boy in the tall school grass, I rapped my tongue around his Spanish name as if it were a golden ring. I have felt it in so many forms, rough like gems in condensed rocks sold at flea markets, smooth pearls rolling on my wrist, soft cotton clouds. I have felt love made to fend off everyday pains, forged together with someone as a shield in the darkness, leaving us in our own condensed world. I have felt substitutes, kisses to feel loved, or the sensation of loving, and only truly feeling it once.. but it was like fireworks, beautiful, then gone with the wind, the situation replied romantically of course, and in the sexual nature. Let us not forget the truly platonic; love stored for the mother, the father, the surrogate. I find myself happy with my step father, laughing, smiling,
Enjoy the SilenceI sat there across from him in the freezing cold on his porch. He lit his cigarette and looked out onto the water; I admired him in silence, watching the smoke disperse in the chilly night air. Nothing was said between us. "Maybe I'll head in and get a beer" I thought to myself. I was too young to drink, but on the other hand I was too young to be sleeping with him either. He glanced at me for a moment, and I in return covered my nakedness, wrapping myself tighter in my blanket. "Yeah, a beer sounds great right now." I think. I get up hesitantly, and walk over to him, seating myself on his lap, my blanket dragging behind, so much for the beer. Oh well, we was warm. He put out his cigarette and looked at me, neither of us opening our mouths, neither of us saying a word, just sitting there in silence. With no way to break it, I kissed him softly and laid my head on his shoulder. Still nothing. I kissed his neck, once, twice, nibbled on his ear. Nothing. Kissed him on the cheek, and conti
the huntsmanAlways running, in this vast Labyrinth.
Back to the beginning. Running, clawing my way out of this deep dark pit,
to be dragged back down.
It's inevitable, this hellish life.
What sins could have provoked this?
I have found places of solitude and tranquility,
but all have been ripped to shreds.
Leaving only refuse in the form of memories.
The Huntsman always finds me,
His hands taking my hair, bashing my head against windows.
These doe eyes are a sign of the hunted,
and laying lifelessly in his teeth.
It has become a game, my running.
almost calm and composed in the beginning.
I may have finally won...
A sharp pain on my back, he's drawn back his Bow.
I can always run, but he will always find me.
The house of cardsThis is the point. I've mapped out years before. This is the point that I know my head will be slammed against a wall. This creature corners it's prey. I've tried to tame it. But never, even a child raised by wolves can't control these things. Fifteen years I've spent in this cave. Yes, years of meticulous calculations. The radius in which testing the water, or spitting fire, was going to kill me, and the distance, or closeness, that made it inevitable. I have ran, but he always finds me. Holding me between sharp caged teeth, always drawing blood. I know the roll of his haunches, the look in his eye, the low throaty roar. He is lacking in therms of sight, almost blind, frantically ripping at what he can. Deep and dark the creature is grand, this savage beast only accepting music for so long. In my years in this dark wet place, my song bird like voice has soothed him. Lashes, scars... I realized I was strong the day I began fighting back, I was small. Not even twice his size. His shadow
Glaring, glaring, sharp bright.
But the night is dark and dead.
There's no sense of place.
I'm pulled out of my writing.
Winning people over with propaganda.
All I want to do is write.
No one knows how you treat me.
All the posters in the house, all of those in Germany.
All the dark in the camps.
Bright lights. Glare.
No sense of place.
This house. These camps.
Let me write.
I sat there with Tayah, sipping my drink. The Fat Cat clearly didn't deserve the name "Cafe", but I sat there with all of my art supplies out.
"You know what I want to hear a gay parent say? 'You were an accident' try pulling that off." I only found it slightly humorous but the woman beside me laughed
"Why thank you, thank you!" I said slightly bowing my head. This tall dark woman smiled and peered down at Tayah and my sketchbook.
"May I see?" she said, reaching out an arm, her warm face smiling.
"Honestly, I dedicated this sketchbook to fallacy, I've been really sexually frustrated lately..." I said shyly, but nothing spurred her. I handed it over, avoiding eye contact.
On the first page was a black and white drawing of a girl, mouth open, mid fellatio, her lower lips slightly dragging away from the man's steely member, cum dripping down her chin, I feared the woman would judge me, but she looked in awe. "This is beautiful!" she said, now sparking a conversation.
We laughed and laughe
The man with no face
If you ever hear me reference "the man with no face",
Don't feel as if you are left in the dark.
He is tall, slender, with strength, with an illuminating spark,
In his eyes I see passion, sparking like stars, but not features within a man, that would leave him named or marked.
He is older, to some extent,
He is cunning, in some ways.
Loves music, life, and lust,
A sly expression on his face,
He never waits for dusk to strike; ever changing he may be,
His intentions stay the same,
Be it in my fantasies and lucid dreams,
An ever-present flame,
The man with no face is many men,
But still always the same,
At the back of my mind, behind closed doors,
Never knowing from where he came.
Oh? Like a show?
Running my hands over my quivering body, chest rising and falling heavily?
To hear each sweet moan before they escaped my window? Left feeling at peace?
If you were to ever run your hands over me, you would feel the beating in my veins.
To lay your hands on my chest and find my throbbing heart, only when setting lightly your fingertips.
I'm known for my literary tricks, or in this case, my talented tongue.
What can I say?
Word play is literary foreplay.
Oh, continue? Make myself blush a rosy pink? Try to describe just the way I feel, warm and tender?
Oh no, I'm too innocent.
Too fragile, even for a man with such gentle fingers, no... Even in resilience I can't help but explore myself with sweet sensitivity...
Oh how sweet, only sharing soft sweet kisses to please.
I'm as I said, fragile as a flower,
and love to savor slow.
Only to turn away,
and pretend that I'd wish not to go further.. I'd be lying by the way.
Only upholding this lie to preserve my innoce
"Cummon', you said you'd walk me to class." I looked at him frankly. "ALL the way. And I'm late, so don't disrupt it?" He looked at me with a look what clearly said "Zoe, why are you doing this to me?" He put his arm around me and walked me in.
As we got to the door I stopped and looked at him, my eyes begging for the expected kiss, but instead he walked into the classroom himself. "This isn't even your school! You're going to get in trouble! Are you going to embarrass me?" he said nothing and strode in taking my hand.
Class had already started, Mr.Junge had already sat down. I was late more than late. Fuck, I was beyond late.
"Who the fuck is he?" The voice was clearly Bakari, trying to make things a million times harder on me.
"Who am I? I'm her fiancé! That's who I am!" I looked across the room; apparently no one took him seriously. Almost no one popped up their heads, and those that did looked back down within a second.
"Mr.Junge, can I make an announcement?" He looked d
Nekri ThalassaΝεκρή Θάλασσα
Της πρόσφερα νερό,
μα ήταν θάλασσα
Της πρόσφερα έρωτα,
μα ήταν νεκρή
Της πρόσφερα λόγια,
και με μίσησε.
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
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 8 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
I didn’t noticed way I fell asleep,i just heard a noise what woke me up,I looked around and didn’t seen Fabi.I looked at my little balcony.He were standing there and staring down,I came closer and took a look.Oh gosh it was my parent’s car.They were back! I hoped Fabi won’t do a bad things.
For some reason he stared at my dad’s e30 for a while,till I pulled him back in room “Fabiaaaan go back to sleep!” I pointed at bed” We need to wake up early tomorrow” .First he was okay with that and came c
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
Stranger - part 7 Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
- Stranger -
He licked his fangs after he was done and looked at me,then he playful licked my cheek for telling thanks.I giggled and smiled at him "not hungry anymore?" i asked him.
"heheh actually….. this what i ate now was just a snack" he smirked.
"Really?" i looked at him.
He nodded..." i need alot of food" .
I got up and looked at him "okay ,let’s get you more then” Fabian opened his mouth to say something but skip that and nodded”Alright then” .
I did crazy thing,I took Fabian to my house…parents wasn’t home th
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
Oh with what a talented tongue I have, leaving men betwixt,
To let them smolder, left in splendor, words light as whipped cream.
The body of a woman, the power to bewitch,
Oh what a show, I display with my lips,
Catch them at "hello", a glance, or flick of my wrists.
To leave a man breathless, without even a kiss.
And I tease with my eyes and wonder if they've ever felt such bliss.
From the pads of my fingertips to the tip of my tongue,
I am all talk you see.
I am nothing but an innocent child,
inexperienced, tight, unexplored.
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