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I'm not nothing.Go away, youre not my friend,
Leave me alone, no one likes you,
Dont talk to me, I hate you,
Youre just so fun to hit,
God, youre so stupid,
Shut up, I hate you,
Youre such a bitch,
You fucking whore,
Get the fuck away, I hate you,
Youre so useless,
I hate you,
I am a living being.
I am a person with feelings.
I am a sensitive female.
I am not nothing.
FireI am fire.
I am the essence of a living flame.
I am raw emotion and power; unfocused and uncontrollable.
But all these feelings,
The hot emotions of love and hate
Are threatening to burn me alive.
Sunset Lake Chapter 13
Consciousness, as always, takes me awhile to achieve. I was slow and groggy waking up from a drug-induced stupor. I was angry, confused, and had an overall feeling of accomplishment. I knew, that I had done something worth waking up for. As I slowly awoke, I felt the sharp sensation of pain. My whole body ached like I had just gone through a meat grinder. Not like I would know what that feels like. But, still. What had happened?
I blinked my eyes open and saw Toby staring at me with a concerned expression; not something you would normally find on his face. He hugged me and, though I was hap
Back to the Way We Were -ch 7-Back to the Way We Were
Tora looked at Ookami again, and pleaded for an answer. For the past half hour she had been constantly badgering her friend on what they were going to do now. Of course, they kept it all in Japanese, as to remain discreet.
she whined. It was almost comical to see this scarred, fearsome ninja whine like a small child.
< I know! > Ookami snapped, < I want to see them too! But, we cant! So well just have to stay here for a
Back to the Way We Were -ch 6-Back to the Way We Were
Brinley sat in silence on the hospital bed, fully entranced with counting the tiles on the ceiling directly above her bed. The only noises in the room were the relaxed beeping coming from the heart monitors on both her and Alex, Alexs soft breathing, and the muffled sobbing coming from outside the door as the two teens parents found out the girls conditions.
Due to some past and more recent head
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More