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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.

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

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

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

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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

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.

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

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

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

Rainy Day VigilIt’s one of those days outside. Murky and foggy and gray, the kind of day that makes you want to stay inside and read a good book. It’s one of those days where you can’t decide if it’s raining or not. You look out the window and squint your eyes and you swear you can see mist but then you doubt yourself, try to look away and then look back as if it will help your vision, help you see more clearly. Is there rain, or isn’t there? And as I sat here, analyzing the moist ground and seeing the thick, white overcast outside, I realized that misty days are a lot like faith.

Because with faith, sometimes it’s hard

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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CompensatingHappy shit makes me cry sometimes.

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by ~AngryMiro, Nov 14, 2012, 5:41:26 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

I grew up
Watching American cartoons
Playing Japanese videogames
Reading English novels
French fairy tales
And Belgian comics
Learning European history
And ancient Egyptian myths
Befriending Haitians, Italians,
Algerians, Moroccans, Tunisians
Romanians, Chinese and Vietnamese

And you ask me
What I think of Quebec?

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I've had this text on my mind for about a year, but it took me all this time to finally write it down.

This is pretty much what occurs in my head when someone asks me what I think of Quebec or how my province's culture has affected me. I feel like my country's culture is devoid of any interest, even though I was born in it. I grew up loving so many different things I never really understood what people thought was great about Quebec. It's not always easy to feel like an outsider in your own country. It's hard to understand what your country is about when people don't even know if it's a country or not...

~Deanor-the-13th Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

the fuck did I just do

~AngryMiro Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You broke the Internet.

~Deanor-the-13th Nov 17, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

in soviet russia, internets breaks you
or is that the other way around

~Deanor-the-13th Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

(all of the above)

~Deanor-the-13th Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

[ all of the above ]

~Deanor-the-13th Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

[all of the above]

~Jutchy Nov 14, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

actually, that's what I like here.

I can go around the world just by strolling down one street
I can taste fine cuisine from India, Morocco and Paris without having to pay 800$ for a plane ticket.
I can experience different cultures, meet different people, all in the same province / city.

Quebec is a place where *everyone* is an outsider. Built by outsiders, invaded by outsiders, rebuilt by outsiders, maintained by outsiders. Like a big family of outsiders, I love it.

~AngryMiro Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is also what I like about it. I like my province, my city and (most of) the people who live there, yet I can't understand people who try to "defend" Quebec's culture. I don't like the cultural direction of Quebec, always banging its head against a wall trying to figure out whether it's a country or a province or just imitating what's been done in the USA or in other countries. Some things like Saint-Jean Baptiste just don't make any sense to me.

But it is an awesome place and I have no intention of moving away from it. I just wish people would realize how much of a melting pot Quebec is and leave the "terroir novels" and pseudo-official christian ancestry where it belongs : in the past.

~Jutchy Nov 14, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

AMEN

~AngryMiro Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'll basically summarize it really quick : I just hate how most people say "I'm so proud to be from Quebec!" while having no idea of what they're proud of.

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