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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.

Best Friend Trouble? You know how you can talk and talk to someone but they don't hear you? You know how it feels when it's your best friend? It's every once in a while, right? No, wrong. It's every damn day. Day in and day out. "Hey, how's it going?" "I'm sorry, what'd you say?"
Having a conversation with yourself isn't as fun as everyone's makes it out to be. Especially when you're trying to make one with someone else. It's like talking to a stranger you don't like. It's like listening to wind but hearing nothing but silence. It's like drinking Coke but tasting Pepsi. It's wrong, all wrong, lumped in with your favorite food. It's being surrounded by the ones you love, but being all alone. And for me, it's normal.

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

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

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?

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]

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

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.

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

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

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

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by ~LolizaChan, Jan 20, 2013, 9:40:51 PM
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Life. A word that has betrayed me and wrapped me in an ever-lasting clutch of sadness and anger. Everyone sees me as out-going, excited, and happy. Such lies leave me in the trembling wake of the world's greatest temper tantrum. Should I stop throwing fits, lock myself into an emotion grasp so great I seem to be emotionless?
I am eleven, who cares? Eleven year-olds have feelings just as much as teens, and I'm turning twelve in a few weeks. And... Sadly... I've tried suicide to break me from such an emotional life. I don't like it. I'm psychotic, yes, but in a playful way. Bloody movies and guns are my sanity-lock. . .
Besides such a sad sob-story, I am doing better emotion wise. Now, Deviants, lets get to know each-other.
My name is Hailey, mainly known as Soren for my high-spirits at school. It's to be spelled as Soarin', but that looked weird to me. Hailey Luise Shinoka Marker. Nice to meet you. I take passion in coloring, music, and video games.
It's always a pleasure to meet such fantastic and lovely people.

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An introduction on what my life has been like for the past 3-4 years.

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At eleven...? And I thought I was a bit young to be depressed at 14. I wish you luck...

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