Passion
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Last published Wed, Aug 8, 2018
What a life one must live to feel the burning passion of love etched deep into their soul.
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'The wind. I missed the wind; the way it dries my throat and eyes and chaps my lips. The way it whips my hair about my face. The way my blades cut so easily through it: I missed it all.
I never want to let this go.'
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You never think that you could miss the little things like the smell of grass or the sun on your skin. The feeling of swimming or the sound of the rain. After nine years of my life are stripped away by a car accident that left me in a coma, I finally figured out how badly someone could miss the littlest things in life. But I also got to experience the bigger things like love and happiness and pain and anger. All of these feelings were from one huge experience that led me to find out who I truly am. All because of one boy who saved me.Complete
𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄
❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭.❞ Two fashion students, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 and 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍. They recklessly hate each other. Their whole body fills up with rage with every eye contact, every reminiscence of the other, every touch. What will happen when they are assigned a project, and that project turns out to be a photoshoot? Maybe, they'll come to terms with the burning feeling that envelops their bodies wasn't 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, overall. Copyright © 2022 deidarren™ No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, pictures belong to the rightful owners.
Teens Corner
we are teenagers who fight. shit happens we lie;we cheat;we feel the study pressure;we fall in love and end up with a broken heart. we bitch about the bitches-drink till we pass out. Hardships are faced and loneliness hide our silent cry. Still we are young at heart. Wearing a sexy smile the teens bash around!! During each phase learning expressing fighting is common. Some emotions are felt within if u want to refresh them read my short poems dealing with wave of hues!!! 85# in poetry!!Complete
The things we don't say
I wanted her to scream, "Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!" She'd say something like, "Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?" Maybe I'd answer, "No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing." Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start. But she didn't. She never will. It's the things we don't say.
𐌔ꝋ𐌀ɽ 𐌕𐋅ɽꝋ𐌵ɠ𐋅 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌔𐌊𐌙
❝ SOAR THROUGH THE SKY ❞ ✎ 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝙷𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𓆩✧𓆪 𝚈/𝙽, 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙, 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚈/𝙽 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜' 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𓆩✧𓆪 «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣: 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝟐𝟐 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠: 𝐦𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬𝟐𝟏𝟓 © 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝟒𝐮, ©𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨
𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒏𝒂 (GXGXG)
BDSM 18+ "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢. 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. "𝘐-𝘐..." "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬, "𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯?" 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. Two obsessions. One girl.Complete
The Space Between Our Lines
Have you ever felt a love that lives in silence, in the spaces no one notices? A longing that trembles in your chest but never finds its voice? What if the one who could fill the emptiness inside you is the one you are too afraid to reach for? What if every almost, every hesitation, every word left unsent has been shaping your life more than you realize? Can you find the courage before fear takes over? Can you cross the spaces that keep you apart without breaking yourself? What if the person you were meant to love has been walking beside you all along, yet you never dared to see them? What if the life you dream of exists only in the moments you almost live it? What if letting go is the only way to hold on? And when the lines between hope and heartbreak blur, will you recognize what you've been searching for before it slips away forever? In the quiet between longing and choice, between love and fear, the question remains for you, for me, for every heart that dares to hope: can we step into the life and the love that has been waiting for us all along?
A Broken Optimist
She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.Complete
You never think that you could miss the little things like the smell of grass or the sun on your skin. The feeling of swimming or the sound of the rain. After nine years of my life are stripped away by a car accident that left me in a coma, I finally figured out how badly someone could miss the littlest things in life. But I also got to experience the bigger things like love and happiness and pain and anger. All of these feelings were from one huge experience that led me to find out who I truly am. All because of one boy who saved me.
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