Obscene Stories

The pale loom Lies with a silver tounge and nature sings with broken tounges. The waters and glass become mirrors reflecting Intimate desire and broken souls. Pebbles resemble D despair and a mockery of Goodness and the hope that's buried. There is No escape, only The Sultry War, waged with Silky Blades.

Sauvier was one of the few who managed to live beyond the prescribed period and at the same time earn the right to live in her own corner, donated by the Lord herself. However, what about now?

Special Protection of Children Against Abuse, Exploitation and Discrimination Act AN ACT PROVIDING FOR STRONGER DETERRENCE AND SPECIAL PROTECTION AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, EXPLOITATION AND DISCRIMINATION, PROVIDING PENALTIES FOR ITS VIOLATION AND FOR OTHER PURPOSES.

A collection of tiny stories about the relationship between people and things

They're romanticizing this town, and I'm tired of this shit. Every day I have a desire to show the other side. Soaked in the smell of urine, waste and burning tobacco. So rotten that a person with a weak psyche will never be able to adapt to this place.

Historias inquietantes cbinadas con lo misterioso,sádico,crítico y vulgar ,te atreverías a dejar que te guste?

*ATTENTION!!!* Collection of Sensual Poems Not essentially "Sexual" But sometimes obscene *BEWARE!!!* Read at you own risk Highly intriguing Neuron Grinder *WARNING!!!*

Something short and sweet Images By Google Edits By Yourz Truly

For all of my poems that are not about love, dreams, or whatever else.

My account of closing one chapter in my life to move on to the next one.

He thought it was all a dream, no he didn't, he sincerely wanted to believe it. Just dreaming of forgetting the whole thing like a nightmare. Who knew that after an ordinary walk at night, everything would turn out differently than planned. Who knew that they would have to get their hands dirty in warm, liquid blood, so native, but disgusting, because of some unclean deeds...

I hear something scratching under me. And it's nearby. I perfectly understand the reason why it is here, but I am afraid to open my eyes. I know that I will see only myself, that's why I'm afraid. It hurts me, I just want to leave once and for all! But, do they let me go?

A WIP story of poetry which includes the obscene make believe. I accept criticism of any kind. If it's trash, feel free to say so.

The reason the name of this piece is called No Title is because real love has no bounds to anyone or anything. you can be love and choose to love even after going though heartache and hurt. there is always someone out in this universe who can love you the way you should be. and if you find that person, let them.... Love Live Life Poetically

The (mis)adventures of a young, confused girl in love with every girl's dream boy, a girl who gets loyalty, staggering good looks, and a caring boyfriend thrown at him, and still has a mind full of insecurities of many sorts. Amidst all this, she has girlfriends waiting to devour him with his eyes...or was it her imagination? This is a girl who keeps her thoughts locked inside in the security of her own head, which appears ready to burst at the prick of the most blunt obstacle. Will she be able to handle all of this, by keeping what happens in her mind, in her mind?

The second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.