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An easy one? Only for light blues - ice-cream, chocolate, talking to friends can all help those.
Deep blue, needs time ..... mostly. And perspective ..... and bravery.
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Bravery resides in every soul. It emerges when necessary, there is no need to wish.
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Heh, I'm glad it's not. The admins would go apeshit. *chuckle*
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lmao, that is so true... they'd probably all have aneurisms... what a tragedy that would be.
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lmao, that is so true... they'd probably all have aneurisms... what a tragedy that would be.
Just means Myspace would have a chance to make a comeback....
*snickers*
Ok, I couldn't keep a straight face when I said that.
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I couldn't keep a straight face reading that; rofl.
But surely, in time, Facebook will be obsolete too...
especially with them changing everything every time everyone gets used to using the stupid thing.
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Just thought this would be a nice place for my first post, I just love your writing, so full of emotion. And I just wanted to say we all feel blue at times hun - I hope it passes soon ......
xx
T
Thank you for the comlipment.
It has passed, thanks to a very good friend of mine; I appreciate your two cents, though. Oh, and... welcome to the Forums!
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Thank you SO much for being a fan
And being brave enough to post 
Those kittens are ADORABLE
Kittens and Vampyres make me happy as well!
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PRESENTING:
Oh, Look! A random female character that popped into my head.
Sorry. I own her... that means no borrowing, taking without permission, copying, coloring, print screening or any of that sort of tom foolery...
Unless you want the great hamster of doom to rain coconuts on your pathetic city....
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Apart from the fact I quite like coconuts ..... that's really very good!
What would it take to touch you?
Will I have to change myself for you to see me?
Am I even on the same plane as you?
A young woman finds herself hopelessly in love with a man out of her league, not just because he's probably the most handsome individual walking the face of the earth, but because of everything that he's able to expose of himself: hardships, triumphs, humility. Everything she's ever wanted... in this man...
This man... who's 20 years her senior.
This man... who's in another state.
This man... who's famous.
How will it work? Will she ever get to touch him?
Will he love her the way she deserves to be loved?
Or... Is she already loved the way she needs to be, but too blind to see the man who's stood in her shadows all these long years longing to hold her...?
A story of heartache, unrequited love, a stupid young woman, and a best friend that's never had a chance.
This would make a great story -- I like the triangle aspect of it.
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Apart from the fact I quite like coconuts ..... that's really very good!
YEY!
I'm glad you think so
I too like coconuts... but... the great hamster of doom is relentless...
Thank you
I hope I can find someone to do it with me.
Or, I could just write it by myself, I suppose...?
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My Original Artwork
Re-Presenting:
Oh look! My random female character is colored!
How long did it take? About 8 nonconsecutive hours.
What program did I use? Adobe Photoshop CS4
I implore you, do not take this without my permission. I posted this to for your viewing pleasures, not for your kleptomaniac pleasures..
Re-Presenting:
Oh look! My random female character is colored!
How long did it take? About 8 nonconsecutive hours.
What program did I use? Adobe Photoshop CS4
I implore you, do not take this without my permission. I posted this to for your viewing pleasures, not for your kleptomaniac pleasures..
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Idea Engine
I'm thinking something dark. A dream. A Fantasy.
This figure is strong. dark. tall. eloquent. swoon-worthy attractive.
The creature in mind knows everything about me, every little fiber of my body, every move I make, every thought I think.
It knows my name, my dreams, my sorrows.
It even knows about my living hell, my triumphs, my failures....
it has been watching me all of my life, behind the shadows; wanting. needing. craving me.
This Creature is my personal Jesus...
but oh-so far away from sainthood...
I want to write an SRP with someone that can take me away to a lair...
to the pits of hell.
I want a demon master.
One who will punish me when I do not do as I'm told; one that will take advantage of his/her knowledge of me.
One that enjoys the idea of fighting his/her victim, his/her love slave. One that can manipulate me in ways that I hunger for...
I wonder if ANYONE would be up to the challenge...?
I'm thinking something dark. A dream. A Fantasy.
This figure is strong. dark. tall. eloquent. swoon-worthy attractive.
The creature in mind knows everything about me, every little fiber of my body, every move I make, every thought I think.
It knows my name, my dreams, my sorrows.
It even knows about my living hell, my triumphs, my failures....
it has been watching me all of my life, behind the shadows; wanting. needing. craving me.
This Creature is my personal Jesus...
but oh-so far away from sainthood...
I want to write an SRP with someone that can take me away to a lair...
to the pits of hell.
I want a demon master.
One who will punish me when I do not do as I'm told; one that will take advantage of his/her knowledge of me.
One that enjoys the idea of fighting his/her victim, his/her love slave. One that can manipulate me in ways that I hunger for...
I wonder if ANYONE would be up to the challenge...?
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My Original Artwork
PRESENTING:
Lord of Destruction: Deamon Warrior in the Order of the Blue Flame
I started this guy in.... January... I just now got around to finishing him... it took about, I don't know 12 hours...
This is being posted in lieu of my sudden supernatural obsession; enjoy, critique, what have you. Yes, i suppose it could be complimentary to my previous post... heheh.
I implore you, do not take this without my permission. I posted this to for your viewing pleasures, not for your kleptomaniac pleasures.
PRESENTING:
Lord of Destruction: Deamon Warrior in the Order of the Blue Flame
I started this guy in.... January... I just now got around to finishing him... it took about, I don't know 12 hours...
This is being posted in lieu of my sudden supernatural obsession; enjoy, critique, what have you.
Yes, i suppose it could be complimentary to my previous post... heheh.I implore you, do not take this without my permission. I posted this to for your viewing pleasures, not for your kleptomaniac pleasures.
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Original Poetry
Too Far Away
Eyes closed
Sensations stirred
Alone in my room
again, without you
My only release
myself to blame
a touch, a squeeze
a rolling of my finger
denial, withdrawal
always refusing
what I crave
what if need
squirming, undercover
quiet pleas of want
want for you to touch
want for me to touch
lights are low
quiet within
no eyes to judge
just me and my hand
at first my bust
fingertips to trail
across the peak
to pinch a crest
downward now
the slope of my skin
towards the tingling
towards the lust
between my thighs
where flesh meets valley
a bulb to stroke
a muffled cry
back and forth
slow and fast
trembling, wanting
faster? FASTER!
Stop. complete denial.
This is wrong
This is so wrong
without you...
I imagine you're here
watching, lips parted
the scent of me
overwhelming you
again I touch
below, between my thighs
where flesh meets valley
a bulb to stroke.
Yes. Watch me as I tremble
before you; the one I want...
ease me into my climax
whisper things to me
Over the edge, I see your face
eyes wide open, mouth agape
I cum; for you, I cum.
Embarrassment washes over me.
What I wanted.
What you wanted.
What we could share...
But you're so far away.
Too Far Away
Eyes closed
Sensations stirred
Alone in my room
again, without you
My only release
myself to blame
a touch, a squeeze
a rolling of my finger
denial, withdrawal
always refusing
what I crave
what if need
squirming, undercover
quiet pleas of want
want for you to touch
want for me to touch
lights are low
quiet within
no eyes to judge
just me and my hand
at first my bust
fingertips to trail
across the peak
to pinch a crest
downward now
the slope of my skin
towards the tingling
towards the lust
between my thighs
where flesh meets valley
a bulb to stroke
a muffled cry
back and forth
slow and fast
trembling, wanting
faster? FASTER!
Stop. complete denial.
This is wrong
This is so wrong
without you...
I imagine you're here
watching, lips parted
the scent of me
overwhelming you
again I touch
below, between my thighs
where flesh meets valley
a bulb to stroke.
Yes. Watch me as I tremble
before you; the one I want...
ease me into my climax
whisper things to me
Over the edge, I see your face
eyes wide open, mouth agape
I cum; for you, I cum.
Embarrassment washes over me.
What I wanted.
What you wanted.
What we could share...
But you're so far away.
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Subconscious Thought
She closed her eyes as she leaned against the balcony railing. The crisp, cool ocean air encased her in her personal capsule of pain and suffering. A soft sigh escaped her lips; she felt the heat of the sun as it set, she could picture it in her head: the reds, the oranges, the fuchsias and the yellows. Yes, this was her home. Her eyes opened and she smiled miserably at the beautiful scene.
So much beauty... and so much pain...
She climbed onto the first bar of the balcony railing, gripping the top bar with all of her might.
The wind bombarded her, the flimsy lavender material of her blouse hugged her curves, frantically beating against her soft, tanned skin. Her hazel eyes followed the subtle arch of the horizon from the farthest left she could see to the farthest right.
She took another step up onto the railing, her thin denim shorts hugged her thighs, showing the supple curve of her leg. She was hunched briefly, keeping balance, then stood straight. Her hands at her sides slowly rose towards the north and the south. She felt the sun kiss her cheeks, the soft slope of her tiny tummy. Warmth encased her, though wind blew. She closed her eyes again. It was almost like flying.
How could anyone leave this behind?
Her eyes opened half way as she squinted towards the water lapping lazily against the sandy coast. If she ran away now, she'd have this forever. She looked at the door she had exited; her parents were probably watching TV down the hall. Her soft, scared brown eyes wandered to the duffle bag she had packed. The conversation ran through her head again... they were losing the house... it was foreseeable, mind, her mother had gotten ill and had lost her job in her illness. It would be so selfish for her to go away, especially with so much to left to do... and her mother still sick....
Her heart pounded in her chest with such intensity that she could hear her pulse in her ears. She looked again towards the sunset, so inviting, so loving, so pure. She knew this place like the back of her hand; it was all hers, her playground, her life, her love. She could tell you that down the block was her best friends house which sat exactly a mile from their favorite pizza shack. She could tell you that her first kiss was right under the palm tree due north of her, about fifty yards from her back garden. This was her home, and to uproot herself from her home was sickeningly cruel. She climbed down the railing and looked over the ledge of the balcony. It was only about an eight to ten foot drop, if she landed correctly no damage would be done to her.
It was now or never...
She bit her lip and grabbed her duffle bag, throwing it over the ledge of the balcony. She took a deep breath and climbed the first step again. She felt ill, she felt as though she needed to jump down and run to the bathroom and... she took the second step, a sharp pain in her chest. What would happen to her parents if she had left? up until now, she was their little gopher, they'd laughingly put it. Really, it was slave labor--she knew it, she knew they knew it... but it was her place, as their daughter. She was oppressed here... nearly 21 years old and not allowed to go out with friends, or boys! She'd die a virgin, if they had it their way! She took the third step and smiled to herself. She could picture her fathers face--she knew if she left that her mother would soon be behind, if not to find her daughter, to find herself.
She forced herself onto the last bar of the balcony, balancing herself off and looking down at the ground; she could leap now, and hope, or she could climb the other side... the choice was hers, but the longer she dallied she'd soon be caught, interrogated, forbade to see her friends; forbade to do anything. She sighed and climbed down the bars, crouching low once she reached the last and held onto it tight while lowering herself both with her feet and with her lacking arms. She strained herself to hold on for a moment longer before letting go. Once her feet hit the sand she looked back up at the home she had grown up in. She smiled sadly at it and touched the stilt holding it up, glancing at her fathers car. Memories flooded her mind as she grabbed her duffle bag. She glanced back a final time and pictured the scene that would soon be unfolding.
Her father would call her to get him a drink. There would be no answer. He would call again. Again, there would be no answer, so he'd send her mother up.
She'd be long gone from there, by then. She started walking on the soft sand of the beach. Her first thought was to go to her best friends house, but, of course, it wouldn't be the right choice. They would go there first, no doubt.
Her mother would walk to her room and knock on her door twice before entering. She'd find her daughter missing, a note on the bed. She'd look out the window to make sure that her only child wasn't swimming in the ocean, then warily go towards the piece of paper. The second piece of paper she had ever left on her bed without her being there.
As she walked down the coast she called a taxi that she pre-programmed into her phone. If she was going to move, it would be to where she wanted to; it would be when she wanted to.
Her mother would calmly walk down the hall back to her father and tell him what had happened. He would flip out, start screaming, start crying tears of rage. How dare she leave without his permission?!
When the taxi arrived she asked for the closest airport. She already had the ticket, she bought it months ago with the money she had saved up over the last three years.
He would go on a rage fit, going through her room. She already had wiped her computer, so when he turned it on it was the factory settings. She had her lap top; he couldn't find her if he tried. He'd call her phone; he'd continuously call her phone, leaving nasty messages of threat and harm.
She paid the taxi driver once she got to the location, duffle bag in hand. She walked into the terminal, and walked to the counter. She smiled weakly at the ticket woman, handing her the receipt of her flight purchase.
Her phone rang. It had already begun. She turned the phone off and pocketed it as she walked towards the safety check point she had to go through before she was on the flight side of the terminal.
She was trading paradise for paradise, but, at least it was her choice.
A cute young man, dark tan and dark hair smiled at her as he brushed past her, going towards the same gate as she. She blushed.
At least she finally broke off the parasitic relationship she had with her parents.
When she reached the gate there was not a seat to be had, except by the cute man who had accidentally bumped her. He smiled and waved her over.
"Aloha," he said cheerfully. He had a slight accent, surely to goodness he wasn't a native Hawaiian.
"Hi," she said shyly, smiling at he man sheepishly.
"First time to Hawaii?" he asked softly. She nodded, biting her bottom lip and tucking strands of stray hair behind her ear. "I could show you around; I'm going back home."
"That would be... amazing!" she said with a grin.
"I'm Makani..." he said with a friendly smile, offering his hand to her.
"Naomi," she responded, taking his hand, and shaking it gently.
And maybe she would fail, maybe she'd fall right on her face, but at least she was making her own choices for the first time in her life.
At least, finally, she was Free.
She closed her eyes as she leaned against the balcony railing. The crisp, cool ocean air encased her in her personal capsule of pain and suffering. A soft sigh escaped her lips; she felt the heat of the sun as it set, she could picture it in her head: the reds, the oranges, the fuchsias and the yellows. Yes, this was her home. Her eyes opened and she smiled miserably at the beautiful scene.
So much beauty... and so much pain...
She climbed onto the first bar of the balcony railing, gripping the top bar with all of her might.
The wind bombarded her, the flimsy lavender material of her blouse hugged her curves, frantically beating against her soft, tanned skin. Her hazel eyes followed the subtle arch of the horizon from the farthest left she could see to the farthest right.
She took another step up onto the railing, her thin denim shorts hugged her thighs, showing the supple curve of her leg. She was hunched briefly, keeping balance, then stood straight. Her hands at her sides slowly rose towards the north and the south. She felt the sun kiss her cheeks, the soft slope of her tiny tummy. Warmth encased her, though wind blew. She closed her eyes again. It was almost like flying.
How could anyone leave this behind?
Her eyes opened half way as she squinted towards the water lapping lazily against the sandy coast. If she ran away now, she'd have this forever. She looked at the door she had exited; her parents were probably watching TV down the hall. Her soft, scared brown eyes wandered to the duffle bag she had packed. The conversation ran through her head again... they were losing the house... it was foreseeable, mind, her mother had gotten ill and had lost her job in her illness. It would be so selfish for her to go away, especially with so much to left to do... and her mother still sick....
Her heart pounded in her chest with such intensity that she could hear her pulse in her ears. She looked again towards the sunset, so inviting, so loving, so pure. She knew this place like the back of her hand; it was all hers, her playground, her life, her love. She could tell you that down the block was her best friends house which sat exactly a mile from their favorite pizza shack. She could tell you that her first kiss was right under the palm tree due north of her, about fifty yards from her back garden. This was her home, and to uproot herself from her home was sickeningly cruel. She climbed down the railing and looked over the ledge of the balcony. It was only about an eight to ten foot drop, if she landed correctly no damage would be done to her.
It was now or never...
She bit her lip and grabbed her duffle bag, throwing it over the ledge of the balcony. She took a deep breath and climbed the first step again. She felt ill, she felt as though she needed to jump down and run to the bathroom and... she took the second step, a sharp pain in her chest. What would happen to her parents if she had left? up until now, she was their little gopher, they'd laughingly put it. Really, it was slave labor--she knew it, she knew they knew it... but it was her place, as their daughter. She was oppressed here... nearly 21 years old and not allowed to go out with friends, or boys! She'd die a virgin, if they had it their way! She took the third step and smiled to herself. She could picture her fathers face--she knew if she left that her mother would soon be behind, if not to find her daughter, to find herself.
She forced herself onto the last bar of the balcony, balancing herself off and looking down at the ground; she could leap now, and hope, or she could climb the other side... the choice was hers, but the longer she dallied she'd soon be caught, interrogated, forbade to see her friends; forbade to do anything. She sighed and climbed down the bars, crouching low once she reached the last and held onto it tight while lowering herself both with her feet and with her lacking arms. She strained herself to hold on for a moment longer before letting go. Once her feet hit the sand she looked back up at the home she had grown up in. She smiled sadly at it and touched the stilt holding it up, glancing at her fathers car. Memories flooded her mind as she grabbed her duffle bag. She glanced back a final time and pictured the scene that would soon be unfolding.
Her father would call her to get him a drink. There would be no answer. He would call again. Again, there would be no answer, so he'd send her mother up.
She'd be long gone from there, by then. She started walking on the soft sand of the beach. Her first thought was to go to her best friends house, but, of course, it wouldn't be the right choice. They would go there first, no doubt.
Her mother would walk to her room and knock on her door twice before entering. She'd find her daughter missing, a note on the bed. She'd look out the window to make sure that her only child wasn't swimming in the ocean, then warily go towards the piece of paper. The second piece of paper she had ever left on her bed without her being there.
As she walked down the coast she called a taxi that she pre-programmed into her phone. If she was going to move, it would be to where she wanted to; it would be when she wanted to.
Her mother would calmly walk down the hall back to her father and tell him what had happened. He would flip out, start screaming, start crying tears of rage. How dare she leave without his permission?!
When the taxi arrived she asked for the closest airport. She already had the ticket, she bought it months ago with the money she had saved up over the last three years.
He would go on a rage fit, going through her room. She already had wiped her computer, so when he turned it on it was the factory settings. She had her lap top; he couldn't find her if he tried. He'd call her phone; he'd continuously call her phone, leaving nasty messages of threat and harm.
She paid the taxi driver once she got to the location, duffle bag in hand. She walked into the terminal, and walked to the counter. She smiled weakly at the ticket woman, handing her the receipt of her flight purchase.
Her phone rang. It had already begun. She turned the phone off and pocketed it as she walked towards the safety check point she had to go through before she was on the flight side of the terminal.
She was trading paradise for paradise, but, at least it was her choice.
A cute young man, dark tan and dark hair smiled at her as he brushed past her, going towards the same gate as she. She blushed.
At least she finally broke off the parasitic relationship she had with her parents.
When she reached the gate there was not a seat to be had, except by the cute man who had accidentally bumped her. He smiled and waved her over.
"Aloha," he said cheerfully. He had a slight accent, surely to goodness he wasn't a native Hawaiian.
"Hi," she said shyly, smiling at he man sheepishly.
"First time to Hawaii?" he asked softly. She nodded, biting her bottom lip and tucking strands of stray hair behind her ear. "I could show you around; I'm going back home."
"That would be... amazing!" she said with a grin.
"I'm Makani..." he said with a friendly smile, offering his hand to her.
"Naomi," she responded, taking his hand, and shaking it gently.
And maybe she would fail, maybe she'd fall right on her face, but at least she was making her own choices for the first time in her life.
At least, finally, she was Free.
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Original Poetry...
To the Man I Lovingly Refer to as 'Doll':
You spoiled me, you know? Talking to me every single day.
With this distance looming, I often wonder if you're okay...
I miss you; It's so true, Doll, I miss you.
I want to be there, help you if you need me to.
But you're so far away... And I'm here... half a world away
Wondering... Hoping... are you okay?
I think about you often, i cant get you out of my mind.
These days and ticking hours, they're never really kind.
I worry, Doll, I worry... if anything happened to you.
But, being here, there's not much that I could really do.
So, when you get a chance, if you do not care,
Send me a quick note, tell me that you're still there.
Mend the fear and unease, clear it from my heart,
Just a simple message, that would be a start.
And then I'll rest easy, knowing you're okay.
Knowing things are kosher, back to our special way.
So, please, doll, please, I dare implore you:
Send me smoke signals if you have to!
Tell me you're alright, let it be the same
Don't leave me in the dark, to deal with my own shame....
I just need to hear, those things you always say.
I just need to know, that you are okay.
To the Man I Lovingly Refer to as 'Doll':
You spoiled me, you know? Talking to me every single day.
With this distance looming, I often wonder if you're okay...
I miss you; It's so true, Doll, I miss you.
I want to be there, help you if you need me to.
But you're so far away... And I'm here... half a world away
Wondering... Hoping... are you okay?
I think about you often, i cant get you out of my mind.
These days and ticking hours, they're never really kind.
I worry, Doll, I worry... if anything happened to you.
But, being here, there's not much that I could really do.
So, when you get a chance, if you do not care,
Send me a quick note, tell me that you're still there.
Mend the fear and unease, clear it from my heart,
Just a simple message, that would be a start.
And then I'll rest easy, knowing you're okay.
Knowing things are kosher, back to our special way.
So, please, doll, please, I dare implore you:
Send me smoke signals if you have to!
Tell me you're alright, let it be the same
Don't leave me in the dark, to deal with my own shame....
I just need to hear, those things you always say.
I just need to know, that you are okay.
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