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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

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

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

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

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

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

to everyone who gave me a fav to everyone who gave me a fav thank you very much

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

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Expectation to the Fullest: Prose

by ~Tarnisis, Oct 3, 2012, 8:36:54 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

Expectation: Prose

Anger and Anticipation all in one.

Fear so acute you can almost smell it . . .

I force myself to breathe in and out . . . in and out. . .

Focus on my pulse and recognize my heart beats.

One. . . Two . . . Three. . . One . . . Two . . . Three . . .

In and Out, I breathe.

Don't give into the fear.

Focus . . . Focus . . . FOCUS!

Focus at the light at the end of the tunnel.

Think of the freedom you will gain everyday at 3:00

. . . .

Enter here; enter purgatory.

One, two, three beats my heart.

I count the beats once more. Slow and Steady wins the race.

Nothing to lose, nothing to fear.

Your Guardian Angel is with you . . . He is with you.  Look to him, follow him, he knows the way.

Constant, you must be constant.

Listen instead of talk. Yes, listen and learn.

Open close, open close. Over and over again until I fear I will go mad. . . Noise insatiable noise and nonsense.  There is no place for me here among the ever-pounding wave of sound.

Nothing makes sense here. It's a asylum for people my age, that I know I will never be a part of, even if I wanted to be.

I am not like them. . .

Expectation to the Fullest: Proseby ~Tarnisis

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

Just a little quick thing to update, before I get kicked off the computer for the night!

This is the way I felt my first day of school this year. As you can tell I was very agitated and scared.

I don't do the best in the average high school environment. . .

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~Van-Dunkelschreiber Oct 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this has a poetic ring to it

~Tarnisis Oct 15, 2012 Student Writer

That's good to hear, cause that was what I was going for.

Thank you for commenting!

~Van-Dunkelschreiber Oct 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

~KittySib Oct 7, 2012

Wow! Sounds scary! Good luck with school!

~Tarnisis Oct 8, 2012 Student Writer

It was.

Thanks for the well-wishes and the comments!

~KittySib Oct 8, 2012

You're welcome!

~Andrasta14 Oct 5, 2012

Ugh, I know this feeling all too well and you've expressed it so vividly. I felt like this through all my years at school, even in elementary. And it didn't get any better by the time I started university - and the classes just five times bigger then.

I even started to feel this way at work after a while and it all got pretty overwhelming over time. I still struggle with these feelings daily, but with time they're starting to get better.

It takes time to become accustomed to a new environment and new people and to find your place within them and also to find yourself and your own voice within all of that clamor. But I fully believe if you just be strong and you just be patient you'll find somewhere that you fit. Just follow your heart and your passions and the place where you end up can never be a place where you don't belong.

~Tarnisis Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you for the comment and the kind words. They always welcome and they make me feel so much better than before.

You're a sweetheart and I thank you for it.

*Lunari-Sakana Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is truely beautiful! The first day of highschool was very daughnting for me and even though I graduated in 2007, I still find new experinces daughnting, but when I with people I love and feel comfortable with I can enjoy those experiences. I hope and have faith that things will get better for you.

Love always,
Luna(lol letter form comment!)

~Tarnisis Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks Luna!

I'm sorry that you felt this way too. . . It's not a nice feeling, to say the least.

I have a hard time meeting new people or being in really large crowds.

I'm doing alright now, I just had a very hard time in the beginning. . . And to think this is my senior year!

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