Blacky64

Craquelle mes ailes de demoiselle, Écœure mon cœur si tu le pleures, Et puis décide toi ! Plume-moi !

J'ai caché mon sourire sous l'escalier. J'ai cadenassé mon cœur. J'ai enchainé mes bras. Je ne me laisserai pas sombrer dans la passion. Elle ne m'atteindra pas. J'ai traîné les pieds mais j'y suis arrivée. J'ai noué mes cheveux par un simple nœud. J'ai tout coupé. J'ai lié mes lèvres par un fil d'acier. À jamais. Et pour combler le Diable, j'ai noyé mon être dans le mal. Mon âme s'est voilée. Mes yeux ne sont plus qu'une arme noire.

Laisse ta peine perler au coin de tes yeux et mouiller tes roses joues. Laisse tes épaules s'affaisser et ton cœur souffler. Relève-toi et marche. Lève bien tes genoux et regarde devant toi. Après les cailloux, viennent les montagnes. Au sommet des plus terribles, Laisse tes pieds fouler le doux chemin du grand lac Paisible et magnifique.

After being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this: Character = victim Plot = bad things happening to said victim Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it. Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter

I am gay. I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem I'm not an affliction I don't need treatment. I don't need help I'm not sick I'm not confused I'm not a sin. I am gay. I'm your daughter Your sister Your friend Your co worker Your classmate Your acquaintance A complete stranger I am gay. I need love, just like you I need smiles I need support I need a hug I need a friend I need a family I need acceptance I need understanding I need you I am gay. I know what love is I know what pain is I know what hate is I know what life is I am gay. And I need you to love me The same way you loved me before you knew I am gay.

God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice. "Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?" He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying. "But... why? You've got so much to live for..." God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you." He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building. *     *

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER: (In 15 easy steps!) 1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult. 2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you! 3. To be normal, you've gotta

Yes, I Have A Penis Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'. Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying. Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.

If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?