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amorpróprio attimi poesia

sono strano lo ammetto
ho un brutto difetto
amo davvero
ma il tuo cuore è arido come il tuo affetto che strano difetto
non mi spiego,provo a rifarlo meglio
ho un carattere particolare 
testarda quanto sociale 
sorrido per qualcosa di banale
ma sto attenta al tuo istinto animale
quello che non ti fa ragionare sui sentimenti delle persone umane
ho un dolore al petto,mi fa uno strano effetto pensare a quanto detto nel primo vocale
sarà qualcosa di superficiale?
la mia indole primordiale mi dice di identificare quel messaggio inviato attraverso quello sguardo abissaleAll Rights Reserved

amorpróprio attimi poesia

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Us When 🩶 by anjiwriteouts

From me when turns to us when 🩶 Seeing him unmoved, I add, "You better move your ass from here before my man shows up or before i get more irritated by your presence and register the bullet in your skull." With that, he removes his helmet, revealing himself to be Sanath. I've heard about him riding bikes but never seen it before. He proudly smirks and remarks, "My man, I like that, my little tigeress ," teasingly. There goes my feminine power to grave,the irritation turns into heat, rushing to my cheeks. Who says that at gunpoint? Lowering my gun and trying to control my blush, I extend my arm for the extra helmet, saying, "I didn't know you rode bikes during the day too." Usually, when he's feels down, he rides at night to avoid paparazzi attention. *************************************************** What happens when you thought it was one side but turns to be double sided... Ranjini or Jini ... 20 years, Plays violin as passion Overthinker Rude for rude people, soft to family and friends and to a particular person his name does start with S Sanath or Sanu.... 24 years old , Piano expert, ceo of SH entertainment Teases her kiddo so she gets irritated and speaks to him Has been her's from the day she was born. Join their journey to know them better....

Fingers stained black by writing_sloth_

Many forget that the goddess of love was born from the raging sea, but she would do anything to protect her daughter. Adora was Aphrodite's last daughter. Her mother kept her hidden. But, her mother isn't the only one who can keep a secret, especially in a world where your role in society is everything. For there was a prophecy long before she was born: 'Aphrodite's last child would be the one to take the throne, Her paternity unknown. They would carve her face and never forget, for she would be the most beautiful that they had met Cursed for the same fate as her mother Forced to leave her love for another The only way she shall break this curse is if she defeats the first' "Looks like the princess doesn't need saving after all." He says, quietly enough that no one else would hear, as he draws his hand away from my arm. I glare back at him. "Maybe she never did," I walk away, not sparing a single glance back, no matter how much my body was begging me to. I fuss over my hair, pouting as I run my fingers through it to put it back into place. *A warning note* I am not an expert on Greek Mythology, but it interests me greatly. Please excuse any inaccuracies in the book, but if there are any please do message or comment it and I will see if I can change it without making such a huge difference to the plot. Also, my main character is autistic and the experience will be different for everyone. I have tried my hardest to put down on paper how I feel and how I believe others see me. So, please be respectful about the decisions my characters make as I have chosen to give them many different types of neurodivergent brains. I have tried my best to represent these in the most accurate light whilst not romanticising them.

Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

With Love, S by sannwrites0

I'm not sure how to start this; to be honest, I'm not even sure how to write this. If there's one place we can start, my brain, the most fragile yet sacred thing I've ever owned. Again, I'm unsure how or where to start with this, but let's start by being honest. I think a lot, and I'm sure you do too, so let's think together. (this is an original piece)

Aphrodite by your_pal_mamie

"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard: the holy or the broken, 'Hallelujah.'"- Leonard Cohen The poems in this series center on two characters: I, the speaker, and You, the speaker's subject. I is not a specific gender or orientation. I is meant to mold to the reader's idea of who they would be. We follow I in not only a love story, one where love blossoms and lingers until its destruction, but a tale of self-discovery, where, after a long and arduous quest for it, I finally finds happiness. Contents: Prologue- Definition 1- Sonnet 2- Astonishment 3- Hello 4- Knowledge 5- Infatuation 6- Notice 7- First 8- Idol 9- Consummation 10- Homecoming 11- Seasons 12- Satisfaction 13- Interlude 14- Change 15- Quest 16- Investigation 17- Faith 18- Wisdom 19- Enough 20- Stop 21- Words 22- Broken 23- Fury 24- Envy 25- Pleading 26- Memory 27- Nothing 28- Regeneration 29- Realization 30- Onward Afterword- Freedom WARNING: Mentions of domestic violence, rape. There's some hefty and kind of kinky sexual content in this, so be cautious if that makes you uncomfortable (9, 11, 12 especially). Infidelity and abuse are pertinent themes, and religious imagery is woven in (mostly pagan, Christian). Please remember your own limits as you read. Thanks!

mollitiam by Dumblewhore_111

Pages filled with thoughts I wouldn't dare say out loud. The weird, random moments that stuck with me, the people I noticed but pretended I didn't. The way I felt about things I acted indifferent to. It was all there, inked into the pages like a conversation with myself. No one would ever read it. No one would ever know the things I thought about, the things I laughed at, the things that made me roll my eyes at myself. Like how I let my gaze linger too long on that boy before groaning at my own damn self. Or how I swore I didn't care about people, but some part of me still held onto the memories of them anyway. My journal didn't judge. It just took everything in, let me spill it all out without making it a big deal. Without making me a big deal. So I wrote. Scribbled fast, let my thoughts spill onto the paper. Then I closed it, held it close for a second-like I always did-before tucking it away again. Out of sight, but never really out of mind.

Br-ther is in da 3nd of da w0rld .... by JustRead4rever

After finally using the space to kick out the best relatives to live a better life, Yang Shu, who wanted to find a beautiful husband to marry into his wife, suddenly traveled through time. The big cat here has three tails, the trees here can walk, and the "people" here are better than the yellow ones in the village. Lai Zi is still ugly, cannot understand human speech, and is drooling and trying to eat him... In order to live a happy life, Yang Shu had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and clear out a piece of vacant land to build a house and plant some land. If a "person" is too ugly, beat him up and throw him away. He can't hope for a beautiful husband, but he can still be fed and clothed. However, one day, he picked up a beautiful boy in the grass, strong and beautiful! male! Yang Shu: You should repay your kindness with your body. You meet my requirements very well. As my husband, you will have meat to eat every day. Luo Tianrui (for "meat"): OK Food guide: 1. After giving birth to a child, the disability in the early stage of the attack has turned black. In the second year of the year~ 2. Shuang Wen, Xiao Bai Wen, refuse ginseng, if you don't like it, please walk away~ Content tags: Qiangqiang travels through time and space apocalyptic system Search keywords: Protagonist: Yang Shu/Luo Tianrui ┃ Supporting roles: many, many ~ ┃ Others: 1vs1/apocalypse/farming/childbirth/sweet article

My Girl (KnB x Reader) by Bakamono_dearu

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Mistress by Artemisia738

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Us When 🩶

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