Pleasure Stories

Filipino and English poem and poetry

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Identity and reason unfolding

These poems embody a spectrum of emotions: the soulful strength of empowered women, deep admiration and adoration, a profound appreciation for beauty and nature, lighthearted amusement, the passionate intensity of love and lust, and the raw vulnerability of sorrow. Each verse captures the complexity and depth of the human experience. P.S. : The cover photos are not mine. Highest ranking : #10 in wattpadpoetry2020 Thank you everyone. Do vote! ©

Taste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I was really thrilled with the comments I got and the incredible messages about my work. And for that I'm really thankful. I hope this book never ceases to amaze you. Love you guys! x [Check the chapters with stars for a dialogue + a poem.]

Who knew that death itself was seeking every single student it came across. The lies and torture that brought London High School to this state is yet to be discovered. Each student either; Disappears, dies or ends up in a fatal situation. Only they didn't know what was out to get them and yet they laughed and scarred many victims. All of this creating the one 'Pyscho girl' that should have never existed. Now, in every corner you remain, someone or something will be watching you. The school itself became haunted with the number of deaths that remained hidden deep in hell. Once you make a move there is no going back When I opened my eyes I knew that nothing in my miserable life prior to that moment could possibly be as bad as what was about to happen. I was lying on the cold floor of a classroom where only the fading sun’s light could reach me. I tried moving, until I realise the thickened rope around my ankles - so tight that the red marks around them worsened to darkened bruises. Dark stains on the floor suggest blood. But it was the chair with dangling ropes; to hold someone down unwillingly that confirmed my suspicions. A darkened figure advances from out of the dusky, black corners of the room. It approaches me, closer and closer. The figure was unidentified as it wore a paper bag on it’s head; most definitely to hide what it was about to commit. It was the school uniform that gave half of it’s identity away; the feminine version of our school’s uniform...

I hate fucking losers.

Moment's attempts

Most view poetry as 'boring with complicated words and just staff you don't understand , chance this and it will lay your doubts to rest. A fresh take to poems made fun and playful with modern and real experiences. Poetry in all its form and glory, As it Colours My Words I will describe Our world and my thoughts on it. A book about life as We see it, as I feel it, as We live it. Join me in this journey of discovery. And no topic is too big or taboo naughty or nice. Updates, as much as I can but the least is 2 times a week ...enjoy

When thoughts emerge

a story were itachi and naruto

dis·sim·u·late conceal or disguise (one's thoughts, feelings, or character).

Of all things, whether big or small Of all things, of anything or none at all Of all things, like the sun golden and the seas blue Of all things, it just had to be you.

Meet small town girl Illiana Ziman, moved to a little midtown Manhattan residence, which happens to be above the nosiest mechanic shop. The perfect place for her to start a new life as a fun and fashionably free woman(note the sarcasm). She finally gets her big break, working as assistant with one of the biggest names in fashion Calvin Klein, when her boss calls her up 2 am in the morning asking her to spend 2 weeks in Paris, to help organizing a major fashion show with Sonia Rykiel. Within the moment she steps into paris she's taken in with the artistic and beautiful atmosphere, but will she able to control herself with all these handsome French guys giving her all their attention and will she want to return home to her friends and family or stay in the city of love, for love.

create yourself

All the things you see... all the things you know... ...are not real... ...just a dream you need to wake up from and see yourself in the dream... ...again and again.

Hallie is kidnapped and sold to a vampire as a pet. Basically she's his pet dog and food source all in one. Hallie hates him! He pets her and coo's at her. He feeds on her and takes away her innocence. When Sebastian loses someone very close to him he takes comfort in Hallie and the pair become closer. Hallie learns that even though he owns her, Sebastian is actually a kinda nice guy. So long as he gets fed and Hallie wears what he wants her to. He even promises to set her free... One day. But will he let her go? Or will Hallie forever be his pet?