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White Picket FenceI don't have a homeWhite Picket Fence by The-Virgin-Suicide
But if you sprouted some shingles
You could shelter me
Maybe we could fall in love
PuddlesAs a child I rememberPuddles by The-Virgin-Suicide
Standing in the rain
Feeling like a river
Waiting to be soaked
We pretended to become
Raindrops on car windows
We put money on their races
And faith in their existence
I hope you taste like rain
Or the subtle creak of gates
Or palm leaves in the wind
Or the lips that love me so
If I tell you that I love you
Let me fall from this sky too
Drop from this Chicago tower
Be a puddle on the ground
It ExistsTwisting corridors took my breathIt Exists by The-Virgin-Suicide
My pen and paper
My leather-bound kisses
And replaced it with the word beautiful
The word magic
(And I'm under your spell)
In breathlessness I did not die
But locked myself away
In a rent-free locker
And found the illogical love I believe in
I'm sick of drinking ink like water
But if right now
That's all I can say
Words have finally failed me
Preface to Blood KissesPREFACEPreface to Blood Kisses by mysterywolfgurl
I know the secret of your heart Sarah, Jace said soothingly. Your heart cant lie, not to me, he said, pulling me closer.
I stood there, my head against his chest, hearing his heart beat faster, and then I knew. We were meant for each other.
The offspring of Angel and Vampire, together, in perfect harmony.
We were meant to be enemies.
We turned out to be lovers.
And now, they might just destroy the world.
Omni-Gaia 1Omni-Gaia trilogyOmni-Gaia 1 by deviantfetishlver
The years is 2005, we are not sure of the month, but it feels like May. A couple years back, a race known as the Magma Skins rained down from the heavens. At first, we thought was Armageddon. If it was, all the crazies would’ve finally been right.
Our militaries did the best they could to fight them off, but they just kept coming. We did more harm to the planet than they did. In the end, all we managed to do was scorch the skies, destroy buildings, plant-life. Our world as we once knew it was coming to an end. Our numbers dwindled. Soon there weren’t enough of us left. They started rounding us all up; putting us in these machines. Once plugged in, we had no knowledge of the real world. To tell ya the truth, we thought where we were now was the real world.
We have one individual among the many Magma skins to thank for freeing some of us, because if we weren’t here, we wouldn’t be able to tell you all this, because we would be totally obli
Anniversary SurpriseEmily blushed scarlet as she surveyed the woman in the mirror. She was a far cry from the usual demure and innocent wife she'd been for nearly a year. In just a short hour, she and her husband, Tyler, would be celebrating their first anniversary together. She'd wanted to surprise him, to show him the more daring, sexier side of her personality if such a thing existed. Her friend, Jessica, had suggested this ludicrous idea, and after much internal argument and the consumption of nearly an entire bottle of red wine, she was actually going through with it.Anniversary Surprise by NakedLobster0413
Emily fingered the thin, nearly translucent material of the lacy apron that clung to her every curve. The tiny garment barely covered her slender thighs. She felt completely exposed, wanton, and incredibly sexy. She twirled in front of the mirror, caught sight of her round, naked buttocks peeking out from beneath the giant bow she'd loosely fastened, and giggled. The wine made her feel light, dizzy even, and braver every moment.
SadnessBlack tears in my heart,Sadness by mysterywolfgurl
My eyes fading gray
My soul fighting the loneliness
No one understands my pain
Nobody can understand
This beating in my chest,
This throbbing in my head,
It all would leave,
If I were found dead
Maybe they're all right,
Everyone who has told me I am worthless
What if they are right?
What if they aren't?
What if the friends I have think otherwise?
If I were to die, how many people would cry?
How many would mourn?
How many would go as far as to kill themselves,
Just to be with me?
With all these unanswered questions,
I've but one choice,
To stay alive
If the day should arrive that I shall die,
I say to my friends,
This is the end
You've all been the ones,
Who picked me up when I was down
To make me smile when I frowned
To hug me tight and say everything was alright
Thank you my friends,
Who have been there for me
I couldn't make it without you.
SoulA soul is a wolfSoul by mysterywolfgurl
It howls for purpose
It cries for the lost
The soul barks with joy at the sound of another
It growls at an enemy
Sadly it whines
Casualties may cause it to hide
It prowls night and day
A whisper of caress in the steely silver moonlight
Its fate is to die
It speaks an undecipherable language
It lays to rest in peace
Then reappears soundlessly
Its howl is soul music
Jumbled Up FeelingsWhat is love? Is it a feeling? An action? Can it be both joy and pain? A racing heart and a piercing thrum? When one love ends, can it truly ever have been called love? It takes years of dedication to build a strong feeling, but only seconds and one wrong choice to make it fall apart. Emotions are such fickle things. One day, I love my life and thank God for all the blessings in it. The next, I forget those blessings and hate it. Love in the real world is hard. The thought of finding a person, a different individual with separate feelings and thoughts, terrifies me. The thought of trusting him, opening my heart and body, and leaving myself vulnerable, binds my lungs like a scorching chain. I can't do it! I'm afraid. I'm so scared of love. Yet, I crave it. I can't temper the feeling, the need for closeness with another. I've broken hearts and had mine shattered. Selfishness and immaturity were the causes, but my fear still abides. Every time I come close to the feeling again, I throw upJumbled Up Feelings by NakedLobster0413
Should we do a contest?Comment if you guys would like to do a contest!Should we do a contest? by Underrated-Writers
It'd be a really fun idea and it would give this group a bit more of a spark. And it would be lots of fun, a chance for the underrated writers to shine!
SeeThere is much we are blind toSee by Leena624
A man once said to me
"Keep your heart open, but on a leash"
"Never see with your eyes"
"See with your feelings"
At first I was disbelieving
Yet now, six years later, I understand
My friend, plagued with depression
I see there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart
Though to others, he's a lost cause
To me, he can be saved
I am there when he needs me
I continue to be a supporting shoulder, a hugger, and a sister
Even now, there are those who judge him
They only see with their eyes
They do not see with their feelings
They remain blinded by this
"See with your feelings"
Is what he told me
Strafe Kapitel 7 -Beta- Kapitel 7 : Der PriesterStrafe Kapitel 7 -Beta- by GermanDeadman
Er steht da, hinter seinem Altar und predigt den Menschen um mir herum von einem immer liebenden Gott, von Vergebung und vom Himmel und das jeder der Gott um vergebung für seine Sünden bittet ins Himmlische Königreich kommt. Hinter ihm leuchtet ein riesiges Kreuz das von noch größeren Bildern umgeben ist auf dem alle möglichen Heiligen abgebildet sind.
Er sagt kein Wort von der Hölle, kein Wort davon das diejenigen deren Sünden zu groß waren oder die einen Deal mit dem Satan eingingen, alle auf ewig in der Hölle brennen.
Hinundwieder stehen ein Paar vereinzelte Personen auf und gehen wärend der Priester hinterm Altar einfach weiter redet. In früheren Zeiten gingen die Menschen ins `Haus Gottes` um wirklich Vergebung zu erlangen oder auch einfach nur um ihrem Jesus nahe zu sein.
Love After Tears 2Chapter 2Love After Tears 2 by cheza51
"I'm sorry Miss Cunningham. When your friend Jake Clark shielded you, he took on most of the damage as well. I'm afraid there was nothing we could do to help him. You were lucky to have such a friend by your side."
The hospital room smelled of latex and hand sanitizer. I could not believe it. The one person I had ever loved was dead; because he was stupid enough to try and save me. What would I ever do without him? He was my future, and I was his future. We were made for each other. We were inseparable.
With him gone, I saw nothing left for me in this world.
"Miss Cunningham?" a rough voice said, interrupting my thoughts.
My head spun to the right. A white haired middle age man asked. This was my third therapist since the accident. Jake would be so sad to see me in this state. My newly appointed therapist Mr. Lanky wore his glasses at the end of his nose. His beady eyes looked intensely at me. "Hmm?" "You alright, Miss Cunningham?" He asked me. I n