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Apology DeniedSorry; I say it too much. A true cuss on my tongue.
Sorry for the pains I enhance, the complaints I spew, the violence I cause, the guilt I may bring. Sorry for the drama I start, the prodding I do, the hypocrisy I doubt, the embarrassment I am. Sorry for the nuisance I've become, the whore of my past, the overly attached lover that stays, the good that left me. Sorry for being a coward, for being submissive, for holding back, for accepting what is, was, and will be.
I can't stop, and I don't know if I will.
Sorry isn't enough.

I Think I'm Pretty SpecialHi, my name... well, my alias is Reitanna Seishin. i have a lump in my throat right now because of some comments i've recieved. i don't want to cry because my makeup will irritate my eyes, but i think it'll happen anyway. it's mother's day, and for those of you who know me understand why it REALLY affects me.

i recently posted a pen sketch that was anti-bullying... and i got a comment that, at the end, said "You are not special. You just think you are." this is exactly what i'm talking about. nothing hurts me more than someone accusing me that i think highly of myself, because i'm the second person in the world i hate the most.

shit, i star

Pokemon-CreepyPasta-After The Years...Do you ever visit the cemetery? For the fallen? Or the Damed? Everyone knows that we visit for loved ones, that is like an Unspoken Rule. It is sometimes hard to recall things about them...Even harder to rember their warmth...

We are now older...
For a time we forgot. Our time consumed by newest Team Memebers. New joys of defeating the Eleite Four, and then taking on the Champion. Our minds filled with 'Gonna Catch'em All'. Some of us are breeding, Ev Training, Contest Preforming, Musicals, so on. Even the new Gen is comeing soon, waiting for time to pass... Maybe of getting an even newer team ready...A new Starter...

Then one can think bac

Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.

Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve

Sex Is A ReleaseA kiss for all the stress
Because I know you do your best
For all the times you cried
Let my hands hold you by my side

My desire for you is strong
That in my eyes you do no wrong
Never could another compete
The way I make you feel beneath

It just seems so right
You and I tonight
Your shudders and screams
As I manifest your dreams

Your feelings of ectasy
As your body writhes next to me
And as your heart beats harder
I take you even farther

Forget all the problems of this world
While I make your toes curl
And erase your pain of the past
Your breaths are all that should last

Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.

Strike me with suppression.

The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.

Mark me with a letter, a number.

The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines me

Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t

Just a dream"Un Dulce Amor"

"Solo un Sueño"

La gente habla de ti, habla de mí…
Habla de nosotros. Sin conocer.
Abro mis ojos, y esto es solo un sueño.

Todo pasa, es verdad.
¿Como volver a lo de antes?
Es cierto, todo esto es solo un sueño.

La gente me ve como el villano del cuento.
Sin saber como proteger tus sentimientos.
Puede que mi fría actitud, te este lastimando niña.

Nadie te obliga a estar a alado de mí…
Sin embargo se que siempre estarás ahí.
Esperando por algo que jamás podre darte.

Por que jamás podre verte como quieres.
Como mi amor o mi vida, mi niña, mi esposa.
Es imposible para mí, un día poder verte así.

La gente habl

CambiosA veces es duro aceptar que las cosas cambian,
que lastiman, que duelen y sangran.
Con el tiempo, te das cuenta de que la realidad es otra,
quedas expuesto y desnudo ante ella…
te pega de lleno en la cara, te abre los ojos, te quita la venda.

Sin embargo, uno puede elegir entre percatarse de lo que sucede
o cubrirse los ojos de nuevo….
¿Tú que eliges?

Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes

Just that.I wish I could write something special.
Something like so many other peoples out there.
Something which is touching and fascinating.
I wish I could write something that people don’t forget.
I want to touch their hearts and bring them to think about everything.
Their lifes and behaviors, their deepest secrets and most difficult decisions.
Just something that someone wants to read.
Just that.

Imaginary Friend Ch. 1I gripped my dress in sadness as I pressed my back up against a lone tree, sliding down just as my tears slid down my face. It was like any other day at the orphanage I remember it clearly, but this was the day that things changed many years ago. Back then, I didn't even know how to smile anymore. Adults would try to cheer me up, but none of it worked. Since my mom had died of illness when I was only six, I didn't know how to smile, I didn't know how to laugh. I was only six, and my life felt like it was already coming to a close.

I cried, my back against the tree, facing the warmth of the sun. I heard a ruffling sound against the tall grass

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

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They lived in a grand kingdom–
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His Ashes

by ~joaquin-matamosca, May 1, 2011, 10:39:03 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

Although a bringer of destruction has fallen, the ashen path that lies in his foot steps still blows embers in every direction. He may be gone, but so many take from the flame he started and set it in another direction. How can we rejoice in the wildfire around us when we've only doused a flickering candle? How can we rejoice when the ashes have penetrated our lungs and corrupted our voices?

His Ashesby ~joaquin-matamosca

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

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Today Osama bin Laden was officially declared to be dead.
I don't think so. He wasn't a man. He wasn't a singular person.
His purpose was never to bring destruction to the physical realm.
He only succeeded in corrupting our hearts and our voices.
Fear never dies.

Whether it carries the face of Adolf Hitler or Osama bin Laden, fear never dies.

~ellerej May 2, 2011

I was discussing this with my extremely liberal freshman English teacher, and his conclusion was, "Who cares? It only took us years and two million civilians, but we did it! [sarcastic yay] Now can we get out? I won't be able to listen to the news for the next three months." Before that, we watched Obama's speech in history and picked out all the political rhetoric, distilling down to "Osama is dead. Believe it was significant." Now that he has the potential to be considered a martyr by some circles, his death may have the same effect as adding the "EXPLICIT" labels to music.

[And as I'm listening to the radio, they're playing interviews with the families of 9/11 victims who are saying nothing at all insightful or surprising. "I'm glad he's dead." No really.]

A human being has been killed; let's celebrate.

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~pikachubuneary May 1, 2011

This is a really bad sign for me. He might have been a bad guy that needed to be stopped, but his followers will not answer quietly..Couldn't they have just taken him alive?

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*ElenaMegan May 2, 2011 Student Digital Artist

I agree with you. Somehow, I sensed something that was about to change... really big.

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