Every Rose Has A Thorn
So here's a new story. Rated R. It's a story I wrote a year ago, updated it and edited out a few details.
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So here's a new story. Rated R. It's a story I wrote a year ago, updated it and edited out a few details.
Seems my television ain't just telly anymore Whatever happened to having good old 1,2,3 & 4 Remember trying to tune a 28" cathode ray.
Chapter #8 Back in my ward, I got comfortable and changed into my pjs with the help of Nora.
Princess. Princess Freya and Prince Lampton. So the journal was mine. The girl was watching me intently. "Are you ok, Miss Freya?" She asked.
I absolutely loathe my imagination right now. It's the catalyst that fuels. my nightmares and self doubt. It's the artist that paints. and the sculptor that creates. All the pictures of pain.
What have I ever done to you. To make you lie, so cruel. What have I ever done to you. To provoke this harshest duel. Why must you lie straight in my face. Why must you lie to me.
Restless like the petals of a flower Like them too, I die Sadness scorns my every being Making life so very hard to hold A perpetual glee, lies cold and dormant I long so much to smile To regain my...
Sorry that it never appeared before, remind me to never use an emoticon again. Anyway, here it is. No matter how much I toss and turn, my body refuses to let me go to sleep.
August 27th Nothing really happened today. Oh wait. I made cookies while my father and brothers were gone. They were chocolate chip.
I lay motionless in a state of stupor, Staring wildly at the cobweb waving at me from aloft. Taunting me, reminding me of the wasteland my life has become.
#household * language* I am a lowly mule. Deliver me from this hell. Movin drugs across the border for the fucking cartel. Grease 'um up good, swallow 'um down.
When i was in gradeschool i studied in an exclusive boys catholic school.
I woke up two hours later, to find myself in a room.
One moment I'm a wolf, The next I am a man, Cracking bones and changing skin, As fast as I possibly can. One moment in the forest, Taking in the trees, The next I'm on the ground, Writhing on my...
# sink LANGUAGE 16+ A true story about picking bad business partners. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You told us you knew the score. Business classes galore. But the truth came out when you did spout, "a...
[Inspired by @curiouscaitlin's 'A Recollection', which is amazing] The stitches between dreams, An alternative world, Held at the seams, Knitted ribbons swirl, At the edge of a romance, And a...
Quick, pick your feet up. Look here comes a monster. I'm not running, I think I should confront her. Boy are you crazy. You're looking for a problem. Don't go near her, she'll hit you with her...
Battle lines drawn in the mud Rivers flowing red with blood Bravest souls upon each side Have crashed and burned, fought and died Then upon Opussia's shore The warrior priest arrived once...
Dear Non-Pregnant Person, I hope you find these guidelines helpful in your interactions with pregnant women, as failing to follow them may result in serious physical harm.
When I was a kid, this age was really far away.
By Miscellaneous Well, hello there, fellow Opians. HELLO, MISC. NICE TO SEE YOU. What are you doing here, Capitol Letter Person. *mutters* I thought you were only in my emails. NO.
And here, on this ghost cold night, A man walks proudly on his birth day, His head held high, statuesque, Smiling bravely, Naked as the day he was born, His chiselled skin an intricate diary; A...
As I looked up to The dusted sky A shooting star Went blazing by, I wondered if You'd travelled far Just to burn up, Dear shooting star.
Christmas can do funny things. To those who are shattered and broke. The festive time can be difficult. Such sad feelings it can evoke. If you are already feeling alone. Christmas is a lonely time.