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hela_morrigan @ 2009-11-16T16: 38:00

gray sky, varying partial cloudiness. Blue sky varying gray. Gray sky, changing to sadness and loneliness. Cold environment, almost infinitely bleak. I embraced the darkness, as the arms could not be absent at the time.


I felt silly, almost stupid, almost trash ... about myself. I licked her lips again and again.


And once again turned to mourn, but at that time was crying for myself, for my own loneliness volvíaa invade me again and again.


cried feeling that strange feeling of abandonment and foremost: I felt incomplete. I touched my lips with reverence, almost able to feel your lips caressing, tickling imaginary rozándolos and attacked me.


My tears dried up, feeling for the first time the stark hope around me, holding me firmly secured to the ground again. Hope? Yes, that was what I felt lightness and made me fly a bit more.


I miss your lips, whisper convinced. need to feel it once, only that . I miss your lips here in my mouth, stroking, wetting, mimándola. It sounds strange, it sounds corny, it sounds like it sounds, but that's my desire now ... just that.


Just one kiss, kiss forever. A memorable kiss.


Just a kiss, my love.


1. I miss your hands.
2. I miss your lips.
3. I miss your body.
4. I miss your warmth.
5. I miss your eyes.
6. I miss your words.
7. I need your love.
8. I miss your touch.

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Your eyes

Today I saw despair in your eyes,
those pretty brown eyes.

Your hands are clenched, your eyes narrowed

into a thin line,
your mouth curved down. Today I thought

weep in front of me, That I would count
your problems.

Your eyes they told me that something happened
The gloss opaque, pupils dilated
crimson-tinged nose, and
your eyes again. I whispered phrases

incoherent
ear told me: "Today I weep

cry tomorrow too?

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He kills

Love kills, I heard there.

Love kills me, I said the heart.

Love kills us, I told him,

Frightened by what he felt.

Love killed me, I whispered in his ear.

Me too, I whisper back.

give me a kiss, maybe two. We

committing murder, he muttered between kisses. We

here, you murmur with a smile.

Love kills me.

La vida me mata.

thoughts kill me.

air kills me.

All kills me.

But you never murder me, whispering in your ear.

You never bruise me, I whisper back.

Never.

Never, gossip both innocence.

An eternity seemed to fall on our bodies.

Two eternities, rather.

A sigh came from your lips,

A sigh boring into mine.

I murdered, I whispered between sobs. The

I know, you answer.

you hurt me, and saying that I'm drowning in tears dry

.

You start by saying I swore ....

I know, you answer.

Love kills me, I said at the time my heart.

Love kills, I hear you say as you walk.

love will kill you, I swear to heaven while escaping.

Love ...

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The existence unique as it becomes too predictable to see other people suffer the same suffering.

Actually my life is useless. I plead guilty to exist, but most of all, I plead guilty to exist without living. I am a part of the heap, a particle in that great mass called society. I am what is called "hot seats", "wasted space" or "a human being."

What separates us from the rest? What makes us special? Nothing, because as humans we are mature from birth to death, Unamuno says his grace as a poet. I wish that another human being, more competent and intelligent than me, had lived in the place I stand now.

But the bias does not exist, neither natural selection nor the destination, even a simple excuse to not feel so empty and guilty. There is only God's providence, "Is it God who put us here? I pray that we be.

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Vacuum.

It dies when you come

He lives when you go

This guy tries to comfort me Give

jealousy.

Void. Vacuum is all

Because you're not

Because I am not.

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hela_morrigan @ 2009-05-22T10: 24:00 Twelve weeks

Peace seems to want to die when you come

Everything seems to explode.

I love you and all

explodes on me.

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Twelve. Eighty-four. Whatever. Stories for Enlightened Challenges page. Character: Melancholy. Claim: Characters madmen. Dedication: To Paula Valencia

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vanity haunts me.

I can feel the silence buzzing in my ears and humming songs gloomy air. I can feel the strange vacuum left by the removal of my heart. It is as if a cold liquid out of that area in search of light, and dries up after discovering that the light in my being there, as there is Love, as there is no consolation for my grief, as there Happiness.

The faces around me do not reflect anything. The people around me seemed to smile, tightening those fourteen muscles of his face. Die smiles on their lips, their laughter seemed be deaf and their eyes always empty.

Boasting cornering me.

I can see their bodies as tense and rigid, moving from one place to another They drag their feet, their souls, from place to place looking for something to laugh about. His ideas are scarce, as if the torment of sucking the glass, so your thoughts are confined to things they see.

The superficiality rules this world.

"The eyes are everything," say some uninformed. "The world is as they see it. " "That is your reality, what your eyes can see." "The facade is not distorted, teaches."

and other extremists on the other hand declared with authority that hinders the body, which obscures the soul. "The body becomes clogged because we are vain."

The soul is heard, not seen or touched. The eyes are idolized with hedonism. The lifeless bodies around me have no dignity. They smile and it just shows his emptiness, his lack of cognicióny mainly show their lack of true joy.

Happiness is revered.

vain Those same people I can see them on their knees, imploring Happiness a little satisfaction. I can see Happiness with warm eyes rejecting each request with a real smile on his lips.

Oh, god, damn men on earth!

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They assembled a prisoner taken by Happiness. The hit and open up the legs. Extract all of it. Then they go walking down the same path, with his head held high and with that annoying cynical smile pasted on their faces.

Happiness is dead.

That poor girl, raped by this disgusting humanity, begs a little love. The poor girl with blonde hair and complains his legs fail. The surrounding dirt and La Soledad , his enemy and mother at the time, keeps him company.

Happiness dies on the lips of every person. The girl with brown eyes honey dying between each laugh. She dies in the eyes drown in the universal vacuum. And finally, the final metamorphosis of the girl ends: his clothes and his face pale white declare their new self: is Death, born from the ashes of Happiness.

This issue only serves to tighten my lips. Seeing everyone around me living a reality so limited, so small between the vast empire of man.

The tears fall and the pain I feel is like you. Dehydrate the sentence in tears salt. My face always inflexible contracts with the findings of that day.

Laughter never came to my face. Twelve weeks I've been trying to save Happiness, but it seems that she did not want to live anymore. It seems that the girl got tired. Death is only on my face.

Twelve weeks without abusing you, oh beloved of my heart.

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hela_morrigan @ 2009-01-06T14: 24:00

Warning: Slash Feme

One-shot: I wish you luck
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Hermione & Ginny

The large room was dark and there was a small body curled on the floor. The room was fríay breathed a gloomy air. The most small Weasley was alone, the room was vacíay that was bothering him.

tears escaped from its two areas of honey. The redhead did not feel his heart beating, was only the darkness and metallic wet.

He had done it again. He again had chosen another girl before her. He remembered Hermione's advice and asked how they can be interesting enough for a boy like Harry Potter. Locked his red hair between her legs and began again to mourn.

Hermione was right after all, even when she hugged him and told him to try a little harder. Her friend was right, Would she be good enough for Hermione? Of course not.

had to come to perfection, almost as much as Hermione. I had to laugh with subtlety and have a deep look. I had to turn the color of your hair and ruin the eye color. It had to be like her friend Hermy.

heard the door open. A gust of fresh air, accompanied by a faint ray of light, slipped along with the small frame. Heard then how the door closed.

- Ginny, precious What has happened? - Hermione whispered softly, thoughts and invading privacy. Ginny was startled.

Hermione Would the ideal girl for Harry?

Ginny rose from the ground and shadows began to search the room Hermione.

- Harry muttered Ginny is trying to focus his sight.

- Again "whispered Hermione on the back of the redhead.

- Yes, "as he began to feel Hermione's arms wrapped around her naked body.

- Do not think of giving up, right? - Asked Hermione from the embrace, Ginny's ear, created a stir at her friend no caste.

- Yes, I am worthless Hermy, Ginny replied as tears began to flow from his eyes, soaking his uniform of Hermione.

- If vouchers dear, do not say such things, "said Hermione as she ran her hand through the soft hair of the redhead.

"That what you say because you are my friend, and because you're perfect," claimed while spreading chestnut frustrated.

- I'm not perfect for everyone, "Hermione murmured with mock arrogance. Seeing that he would not answer any more, pulled out his wand and opened the heavy drapes obscuring the room.

was when Hermione was able to observe the state of her friend's eyes were haggard and red at the edges, as if they had been rubbing desperate. Only wearing a bra and tiny panties, it was then assumed that he had finished dressing.

Ginny Ginny was not so small imperfect as it was believed. Hermione watched with morbid fascination the body of his friend, feeling a strange warmth settling under your stomach. He looked away feeling warm and stained his face crimson.

- Hermione, Ginny called, causing it to look at him again, really do not need your pity, "said as he turned.

of nowhere the girl was back to her, what would everything?

Hermione approached, always with patience and grace as the way women. Touched Ginny's shoulder, causing it to give back. The touch of her skin was strangely different, as if this time really blows.

- Do not feel pity or compassion, are feeling ridiculous "She spoke slowly, showing his annoyance and empathy while" I just wanted to wish you luck for your party but I have said you were sad and so I'm now here: because you are important, said as he stroked his index finger on her friend's profile.

- I had forgotten the game, "agreed Ginny felt a tingling through which pass the hand of Hermione.

- You will notice you Harry, Hermione encouraged as he approached a little use whatever Ginny.

- Anyway, I just want to be something for everyone ... - Ginny said recalling that whenever the price of beauty would be that all mirasen not really, they played with it and treat it like a dirt.

- You're something much more to me ... "he admitted while his hands rested on the shoulders of Ginny. Nudity, if so, was a catastrophic event for the nerves of Ginny.

closed his eyes to hear those words from her best friend. Being rejected by men like a simple toy that corresponded men his love for a simple physical attraction you stank the soul. But she knew that Hermione was different, that she was not looking appearance of the wrist, but he looked his true thoughts and attitudes.

really do not need to be matched by a man who paid no attention to her, she really wanted to be reciprocated in heart heart. And to hear the words of Hermione realized that love really did not care if it was a love beyond the physical. Miró

Hermione's eyes and saw those two bright stars leave, pass it unique. Smiled then while her body closer to Hermione. He smiled as he felt the cold lips of his friend touching hers.

Ginny placed her hand on the face of the young immaculate and closed his eyes upon contact. Stroked her friend's tiny lips gently and only slowly. Hermione cooed mouth until it opened its concavity to the world.

The first touch of their soft tongues got a fine tremor of their bodies, erect the hairs on his arms and wetting his most secret folds. Hermione placed his little hands under the bra Ginny and their thumbs began to walk in circles that most virgin skin.

Ginny's hands began to slip through Hermione's clothes, slowly removing all unnecessary items around Hermione. Soon the friction between the bodies was absolutely full, skin on skin feeling. Cold hands undid the clip hermione Ginny and their mouths were not separated at all.

Ginny, pulling her own bra and pulling the same lot where they were all other brands, started down Hermione leather, leaving a moist sweet way to small breasts teen torture enjoying the taste of pink nipples and sucking each of the groans of dream partner.

The depth of the strokes was absolutely necessary: a non-physical affection necessarily go after a while, a pleasant and complete love through their bodies. It's intangible fleeting affection takes the form of pleasure, strange but true.

separate mouths, hands caressing and leave the bodies stop shaking. The words and feelings were those exposed and gently on the counter of the righteous. The bodies of two were together, naked and dirty.

How much time had elapsed? Years? "Months? "Weeks? Days? "Hours?

Hermione opened her eyes, blink a few times getting used to the light and the effect of your lashes stroking his cheek no more to illuminate. Look at Ginny, sleeping hugging her and thinks about the party he did not show Ginny What are the consequences?

She had entered the room with the clear intention to encourage Ginny and wish him luck for the match, was what Harry had given him explicitly.

She wanted to wish luck to Harry, as usual cheer. And it really gave him luck and happiness.

Would, after all, Ginny Hermione what was not?

Hermione wondered if it really was perfect enough for her red hair. Sure it was. Then wondered what would happen to Ginny then, and found that everything was a matter of chance.

Luck.

Yes, luck was what she needed to Ginny.

Luck, yes, that was what I needed Ginny with Harry. Need

; just that.

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Epistemofobia:

're sitting on a park bench, you're in class, you are entering your house: you are lying NDOT in your bed, you closed your eyes, watching another day passes, you're numb, feeling your consciousness and memories of the day are in the area of rumination, is , s in a vacuum. Are you there: in the center of your existence. You simply are.

You wake up slowly accustoming your mind to what you perceive through the senses. It's a new day, that is an irrefutable fact that can not change. It's a new day in your routine life of human being. The monotony tells you it's time to get up quickly, get dressed and get out of there.

You respond to what your fantasies and senses acclaim, forget this day as the reason for going over the other two, but that does not interest you, you do not want to know. As always, you put over your thoughts own and others' thoughts that you settle. Parasite, called in my country to beings like you.

Compliance is just ignorance and mediocrity. You know, everyone knows. Do not want to play the subtle fiber that covers your life or what you think of it. Do not want to know anything that makes you doubt what your senses tell you is real: you do not want to know that in reality do not exist.

know nothing. You understand nothing. No reasons for nothing and that makes you weak.

're sitting, writing with your letter square and small, as your mind. You're coming out of college, your mind is wandering in fantasy wrong to suggest the existence of happiness. You sit, today I have mortally wounded and you know very well. You stand facing the wall of your room, the wall is white, without blemish, like your mind, your death.

Today

have made your mind a whirlwind of ideas, a brash insults to your livelihood. Yes, you have been assaulted with thoughts and philosophies extravagant that speak of your preexisting vulgar and useless.

I know now. Understand, perceive and reason. Continue to be weak, but this time not by the absence of problems, rather it is because you now understand the existence of those giant insensitive bullies, your problems, so you are vulnerable.

Now you know that is not enough to be aware that you exist, to exist. Now you know that when you think, in part, exist. I do not know is that this ancient philosophical reasoning is applicable only to our rational side.

The reason, just was not what you wanted to use. A shame is not it?

're a poor soul confined to an ethereal existence. Fear of reasoning, knowledge, caged you in the clutches of ignorance indecisióny.

Now you know, but that is not enough. Now you understand why the fear of real knowledge. The fear is nothing compared to the terror of not knowing whether there is a whole vile dream.

In this case, your pathetic life, he afraid of the unknown that panic at what you already know.

Live, smile because now I know Life in person, only that it is not present in you, now or ever. Breathe, she notes, because Fear is too much circumstantial and Fear know from your innermost fiber and will continue to fear. Think there because Terror do not know if both are real, and you ate your soul vulgar scary.

lives, not knowing if it really is that what you're doing.