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BE MINE

LECTURES 12
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Chapitres 1
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LECTURES 12
Votes 3
Chapitres 1
Durée <5 mins

forbiddenfruit poetree

Allow me to caress you with these forbidden words I speak giving you the attention you seek
Allow me to infuse our ancient souls into a vintage scenery 
Allow me to paint a colorful picture to cure your pain
Allow me to intertwine our hearts like wild roots from an elderly tree

Am I in the right location trying to escape the rapid commotion? 
Am I seeing clearly or clearly not seeing you? 
Am I that rare piece you've been anxiously trying to locate? 
Am I uttering senseless words or instilling sense into your world? 

Are you the goddess that has been dancing in my dreams? 
Are you the one that shall bring the peace I seek? 
Are you that rare gem I discovered in the dry deadly dessert? 
Are you internally spacious enough to contain the heavy baggage I shall bring? 

As I sit and glance at your drop dead gorgeousness I realized I could handle your compressed emotions that could release the stress within my suppressed body 

I confess.......... I am oppressed by my mind everytime I try to express my views that undress my skin cause I was too keen to be in the scene as I've never seen such a rare queen.Tous Droits Réservés

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BE MINE
jeu., juin 7, 2018

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BE MINE
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Release, écrit par FeelMyBreath

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

New Brother, écrit par SinfulFantasizer

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The Queen's Guard (gxg), écrit par VerdxctNoir

A letter to the Queen; Perhaps in a different life we could be so much more than we are now. It hurts that I must keep my feelings hidden from you, but such is the life of a cursed goddess. Besides, you do not need romance in this very moment, you need support and friendship, all of which I am willing to give to you. But destiny seems to have a different idea. I hadn't intended to fall in love with you, after all, I have known you since you were shorter than my knee. If I had any idea that this day would come, I would've take precaution around you, because then, you wouldn't have fallen in love with me either. Do not worry Raven, I already know, that's how the curse goes. Its a two way street this wretched thing, and the only reason I am gasping for breath, clinging onto life by the tip of my fingers is because you finally admitted your feelings to yourself. I am sorry to put you through all of this pain, simply thinking about you hurting makes me hate myself, you do not deserve that. As my last wish, I want you to promise me that you will not mourn my passing, for I have lived a long and fulfilling life on this planet. Thanks to you, the recent years have been more joyful than I could've ever imagined. So please, do not waste your precious tears on me, this is what the gods have intended. I know you, and I know that you will try and prevent this from happening, but I've specifically requested for the guards to keep you inside the palace no matter what. I don't want you to see me like this, weak and vulnerable. My life is in forfeit, for falling in love is both a cure and a disease. Please remember me with a smile on your face, because you always looked so beautiful smiling at what you loved. I shall love you from now, until eternity, My Darling.

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D R O W N, écrit par littlepaintergirl

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Catastrophic

Why do people talk to me about innocence like it's something I possess? Men constantly strut around, acting as if they are saving me from something, when all they are doing is making themselves feel less disgusting. You can't take my innocence, Sir. For it's already been taken. -- "I can't be around you," he mutters, his eyes darkening. I furrow my brows, taking one step closer to him, as if challenging him. "Why? Am I annoying to you, do you hate me?" "Dios mío, Valentina. Can't you leave it alone?" He says, exasperation in his tone as he rakes a hand through his hair. I shake my head, clenching my jaw. "Tell me. Tell me what about me you hate," I ask, my voice shaking. "Tell me why you seem to hate me when I don't even think I did anything. Tell me, Orion," I say, getting louder. Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders pushing me into the door. His hand darts out and he locks it. Slowly, he leans down to my ear. "I hate that I can't be around you without wanting to fuck the innocence right out of you," he growls. I am rendered speechless. He brushes his lips against my neck, and softly sucks on my sweet spot as my breath hitches. "Now tell me, novio, what's my name?" He says against my hot skin. "Papí," I moan. - Cover by @whoiskim