Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the wayyou made me drink away my painsHow I got so drunk that night, I ran awayand did not remember waking up in his armsOr how I wanted to cry every nightyou told me you loved meand kissed my cheekBecause I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,her hair,her smileYou were wishing you were with somebodywho loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.I had nothing to cry about;this is where I am guilty.Flowers are growingwhere you planted your kisses.Cheeks ache from laughter,and smiles.And love.Am I so selfishthat I ache for more than love?What better is there than love;what possibly is causing these raincloudsin both my eyes and my mind?It is my own faultthat I broke my very own heart,waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the southand your daisies are the north,my petals are no less than shooting stars,for have you not said a flower is a flower?Tell me then, why must I perish?I try my best at glamour,yet I am still nothing to youcompared to roses.Tell your gardener to go;we are not friends, he and I.His hands are the devil,and his jars hold the devil's heart.As summer grows old,he rains the devil's tears among us.Although you may say a flower is a flower,what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love, This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madnessin one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostituteslook so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave? I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars. That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war. The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight. Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul? That is what I am and will be - lost battles. There is too much madness that I cannot understand.Bury my memories as well.
BostonWhy stay?It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,a thousand better ways.All it does is ferment the sweet flowersthat once held the key to my heart,scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.Boston holds such better promises,comprises such better welcomes.I will not find tearsbeneath the corners of every street;no memories at the stop sign.Just passersby, looking at yet anotherbroken girl, hoping to make her wayin the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?...What do I want?I want to love you.I want to love youlike you say you love me.I want to please you,as I am a people pleaser.How could I possibly say no?You're here in front of me,hurting with your life.I don't know who I am -God knows who I am.If only he could reign His truthupon my soul.If only, then I could tell youwhat I truly want.(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.But you still don't move..The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?You don't want to go, do you?Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.The scars that those pretty little roses caused,as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.The boundless embers dance on,pulling you in with them.Will you dance, or will you fall?Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...So answer this, will you dance?Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,hides underneath it the roots to all value,to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,as they blemish your face with their candy blood.But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his owndisappear beneath his smile,replaced by sense of unknown hope.Giving up is an option,a door always open,but he glances through,and quickly moves on.An optimist?He is not.No, he does not see lightthrough cracks of darkness,does not see sunshinein the black of the night.This man knows where to search, though,how to find sunshineafter tornadoes reined their fury.Many doubts,many insecurities,as if their stones meant somethingwhen spoken by poison lipsset out kill.He will not defeat,nor be defeated.Rocks may be thrown,sticks and stones,but come morning,he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.I always trip and I always fall,But worse than that, worst of all,When I was born, I hit my head."He won't grow at all," the doctors said.So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.No one else helps; all they do is stare."Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.So one day when I was all alone,I decided to go out, all on my own.I slowly crept from our large herdWithout even a single goodbye as a word.I ran away from that mean, old town.The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"The oddities of this animal amused me, though.One of them amused me most, of all her woes.This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Shrek is Love Shrek is lifeShrek Is Love Shrek is Life.I was only 9 years old I loved shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and moviesI pray to shrek every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given.Shrek is love I say, Shrek is lifeMy dad overhears me and calls me a faggotI knew he was just jealous of my devotion for ShrekI called him a cuntHe slaps me and sends me to go to sleepIm crying now, and my face hurtsI lay in bed and its really coldA warmth is moving towards me.I feel something touch meIts shrekI am so happyHe whispers in to ear "this is my swampHe grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and kneesI'm readyI spread my ass cheeks for ShrekHe penetrates my buttholeIt hurts so much but I do it for ShrekI can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to waterI push against his forceI want to please ShrekHe roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his loveMy dad walks inShrek looks him straight in the eye and says "Its all ogre now"Shrek lea
Epic Youtuber Rap Battle - Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!!Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieeeeeeeeBegin!PewdiepieHaha, how’s it going brosMy name is PewdiepieI’m about to make this sorry excuseFor a youtuber go home and CryKeep that mask onNo one wants to see your faceI’ll bro fist your ass into pure disgrace28 Million subscribers man I’m still in first place!CryaoticOn the last video, I go live on TwitchJust to show this guy PewdiepieJust how much he’s a little bitc*And so it continues with me whooping his assI’ll be the one to take all your fans and OutlastI don’t need to show my face to put you in F.E.A.R.My badass voice is all that you need to hearPewdiepieOh JävlaI spit rhymes scarier than your creepypastaI think you have AmnesiaGo home Cry, you’re drunkYour raps are worst than your livestream bunkI’m noticed all over YouTube, is that an issue?My di*k is longer than your Okami playthrough!Cry
England x Reader: Be GentleEngland X Reader: Be gentle"Y-you ready love?" England asked nervously it was his first time after all."Y-yeah
Nng.""Does it hurt?""Ahn~ a little, b-be gentle okay?" you moaned as you clutched the sheets tighter."Oh~ Iggy
mmm.""Oh, may I try another angle love?" He asked."Yeah, s-sure. Whatever." It was this time again when you had the feeling you just had to do it. Again. Your job was pretty stressful enough to make you beg for one."Ahh
nnng that's the spot, yes ohh~ yes." You said as you buried your face in the fluffy pillow. England was sweating like a pig with his shaggy hair all soggy because of his sweat, and you well
you looked like a hot mess after a hard day's work."Ahhnn~""_-______?""Yes? Ah! T-there
don't stop! K-Keep going!""B-but the stove, I forgot to turn it off love!" He exclaimed, putting a halt to your current *cough* activity."Talk about offering another massage while yo
Awesome quotes by Gerard WayAwesome quotes by Gerard Way (lead singer of My Chemical Romance)-Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell.Look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara... I'm a fuckin' princess!It's like the drag fairy coming and saying 'What would you like to do?' Um, yeah karate.I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude.So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experimen
Markiplier's Halloween CarolOn the first Night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...A slendy page He took from a Tree On the Second night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...2 Holy Balls! And A slendy page He took from a treeOn the Third night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...3 rapid POOFS - 2 Holy Balls - And a Slendy page he took from a treeOn the Fourth night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...4 Lil Piggies - 3 Rapid Poofs - 2 Holy Balls - And a Slendy page he took from a TreeOn the Fifth Night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...FIVE HORROR COMPILATIONS!! - 4 Lil Piggies - 3 Rapid POOFS - 2 Holy Balls - And a Slendy Page He took from a treeOn the Sixth Night of Hallow
The Marching Band PrayerAs I lace up my shoes, and button my spatz,may each move of my foot be perfectly in step.As I slip on my gloves, and put my mouthpiece in place,let each note be a perfect and not squeek back in my face.As I zip up my jacket, and put in my plume,let me look perfect, and sound in tune.As we step into block, and go to parade rest,let the lights shine bright on us, 'cus we're the best of the best.Let each movement match, and each song come together.Let us all move as one, and not loose any feathers.Let us complete our performance with standing ovation.For we are the band, and we're representing a nation.From the snap in our turn,to the hearts beating in our chests.My god bless each piece of our group,as we take this first step...And we start with the LEFT!
FiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of CiderDear Princess Celestia: Letter OneToday I Learned an important lesson about friendship.I learned how to write "Hello World!"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.P.S. In this case, the syntax is similar to C++.----------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Princess Celestia: Letter OneI wrote "Hello World!"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.P.S. In this case, the syntax mirrors that of Python syntax. I'll leave it to you, readers, to decide which one you deem better. -Twilight Sparkle----------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Princess Celestia: Letter OneToday I learned how to sing Applejack's Drinking Song.I learned Applejack's Drinking Song with Applejack.Did you know that Applejack likes the number 99?I did this while Applejack had more than 1.I sang " 'Applejack' jugs of cider on the wall, 'Applejack' jugs of cider,"Applejack got one less.When Applejack had more than 1,I sang "Take one down and pa
TorchwoodT is for Toshiko, a smart little cookie,O is for Owen who likes to have sex,R is for Rift, Torchwood's main focus,C is for Cardiff Torchwoods location,H is for humerous, which is what Jack is to me,W is for Wales where Torchwood be.O is for odd, what Ianto is seems.O is for nothing, just an intermissionD is for the Doctor, Jack's obsessionWe are Torchwood, if its alien, its ours.
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Fetish.Once upon a time, there was a man.He made me smile like no man can.He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,But then he found out I was into whips.And off with my heart he ran.