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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

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

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]

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

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu

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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The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr

Big Brother? "Grown up."
"Suck up."
"You are so immature."
"You'll never get better."
"You'll never be better."
"You're a hindrance."
"Stop talking. Close your mouth."
"No one wants to hear you."
"It'd be better for everyone if you'd just stop TALKING."

I smirk. I laugh. I never shut up. I don't give him what he wants. I continuously talk over him as he spews out his insults. I act like it's all a joke. He thinks I'm stupid for it, and I want him to think I'm nothing short of annoying. I want him to give up on me and avoid me. I'll spit out something to anger him at every given opportunity. Continue to greet him every time he walks in the do

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All the little thingsI gathered all the little things you left behind
empty music sheets
ink-stained waistcoats
a couple of unfinished arias
written for lips forever gone
I plucked a memory or two from your lifeless frame
the shape of your mouth closing on my name
the smell of oil and turpentine in your hair
the colour of the reverie
adorning the winds of our realm
I watched all the little things you left behind
wither away and die
your unbearable holiness
consumed by the devouring flames
of a brasier kindled by my heart
I danced upon the burning ashes you left behind
inlaying my feet with the remains of your existence
waltzing with your absenc

Absinthe kissI woke up one morning
and the warmth of your body against mine
left bluish frostbites on my skin.
The purity residing at the chore of your being
lit a spark in the dry land of my heart and set it ablaze.
And I turned you, my Muse, into a whore.
I defiled your holiness with absinthe lips,
consuming the life within you with one lethal kiss.
I let my greed scrape your bloodless shape,
turning desire into fierce agony
and I smiled as I felt your radiant aura
melting with the shadows surrounding me.
I hurt you, oh submissive Muse,
I pinched chants out of your mouth
and dreams out of your mind.
I ruined your very exist

The intimacy of the near-endCold and viscous, the groundswell sweeps us away once again

and once again, the chants of victory die on our lips,
drowned in foam and despair -- one as bitter as the other--
until our need to sing burns more than our will to live

So we let go of who we are, of who we were,
and surrender to the salty waters that keep on licking our wounds clean,
leaving the God-shaped holes in our chests throbbing with emptiness
and something like pain

Eyelids closed to the pale winter sun -- it blinds but never burns --
we're nothing but lifeless substance, little bundles of senses
with see-through limbs and shattered bones held together by static

The mourning afterEast bore the sun
light woke up to light
turning dark bits of night
into pink diaphanous shrouds
the color of life
Glowing souls wrapped themselves
in the gossamer threads
of chemical wings
disenchanted seraphs
singing the praises of God
like bitter symphonies for a ghost
Lingering secrets gathered at their feet
blooming in the shadows
of their cursed Nemesis
spreading across the mourning silence
of another day

The degree below zeroThe unearthly silence fell upon us,
heavy, stifling,
tickling our bare skin like static.
I felt the cold closing in on us,
I felt its fangs tearing the flesh from our bones
while we smiled innocently,
pretending we didn't know something else
was coming to life.
So we pulled hair and bruised limbs,
scraped thighs and bit chins,
we held on tight but realized
that love was not in the making.
Not anymore.
And I watched the change in him,
too numb to be sad.
I saw one last question die in his eyes
as his body grew stiff against mine.
I saw his mouth harden
and his fingers rest carelessly on his chest,
shying away from my touch.

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by ~kisotchka, May 21, 2010, 2:58:04 PM
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Have you ever wondered if what you saw in the mirror was all there was of you ? Have you ever tried to go further than who you thought you were ? Have you ever realized that you didn't know yourself at all ? That you were so much more than what you thought ? I have. I've been running all my life, my mind always a few miles ahead of me but a few months ago, God knows why, i just stopped running and tried to see what i was running from. And to be honest, what i saw, what i still see now, is absolutely terrifying. There's someone i don't know living inside of the girl i used to know. There's something beyond the shy and soft girl, something so dark and real that i now know why my instinct told me to run. Have you ever lost yourself in your own mind, trying to find a way out, knowing there's none ? I have. I'm not back yet, and i don't think i'll ever really be. I think maybe the reason for me to be on this earth is to try and figure out a way to understand and live with myself. So i try, every single day i try to understand, i try to draw a map of my own mind, of the labyrinth i created inside of my head. You know the map Barrie drew of a child's dreams ? It's the same but with very different shades. No mermaids, no fairies, no flying kids, not even a spooky pirate. It's a dark blue land with very bright stars coming and going every now and then, it's a rollercoaster that never stops. It's day and night, it's high and down, wet and dry, dark and bright, slow and fast, it's a million things and nothing at the same time. It's being painfully aware of what's not there or completely unaware of what's outside. It's popping pills knowing they can't help if nobody puts a name on the disease. It's wondering what the disease is, and getting mad at people who doubt there is even one. I've been told it could be being bipolar. Pretty name but what does it change in the end ? Because it's also knowing that i can't let go of it, i don't want to change my mind, i want to learn how to live with it. And there's no pill for that.

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Introduction to my next bunch of writings. And to my life. Kind of.

~Amaya-K-Lilium Aug 1, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

I can relate to this. I love the last line, it's so powerful.
Whether you decide to take pills or not is your decision. I hope you find what you're looking for in the end.

~kisotchka Aug 1, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

The pills are necessary but I still have to find which ones will really help me the way i want to be helped. Thank you for your comment

~Amaya-K-Lilium Aug 1, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah, the battle to find the right medication is sometimes long and complicated. I've been trying for a while now. Hopefully you'll get a psychiatrist who is willing to listen to you and work with you.

~jana1117 Jul 29, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

It is beautiful. I can relate.

~kisotchka Jul 29, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

It's always good to find people who can relate. We're not alone after all

!artbylaw Jul 29, 2010

The pill would be called acceptance.

~kisotchka Jul 29, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Acceptance is something I'm still struggling with but i know it's the only solution in the end.

!artbylaw Jul 29, 2010

the key to acceptance is knowing your deepest inner self... the love and devotion that has brought you this far... never give up in your quest to find it

~jsplollypop Jul 29, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Beautiful. It left me wordless...

~kisotchka Jul 29, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you. Really.

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