Bed time story

Once upon a time, in the far lands of a mystic place, there where three children, all of whom were born to wealthy families. The children would play outside all day, pretending they were warriors who slay dragons, and rode upon horses of articulate muscles. Until one day, they're imagination got the better of them, when they came across a warlock, who granted them to powers to live out their wildest dreams. They children thought this was delightful, and continued to play their games.
That night, when they fell asleep, their dreams were similar to their games.. They were silently dreaming, when all of a sudden their dreams became reality, and they were caught in a war between the fair folk, and the children of Lilith. There was fighting, with Knights slashing swords, Children of Lilith baring their disease ridden teeth at their enemy, and the fair folk enchanting all. The children were frightened, not only for their safety, but for their return, as their way home was unknown. They ran from the battle, trying to find somewhere safe. After running until sun down, they stumbled across the most beautiful palace, it was of a high architectural structure, with windows facing a luxurious water side. They children were not reluctant to enter, they walked straight in. Inside there was this sweet scent, not entirely pleasant, which stung their nose. The children were too overcome by intrigue to pay any notice to the sweet scent, so they hurried on forward... After they had walked through the entrance of the palace, they came to two magnificent doors of oak wood, with intricate glass designs. They young children were so delighted with the beauty of the palace, they never questioned the safety of its walls, so they continued on.. In the next room, there were three large lounge chairs, of a peculiar nature, the children had never seen any like it before. The lounges were grand, and look comfortable, they hurried over, and each took a seat on a seperate lounge. The children ran their fingers through the soft, but odd texture of the upholstery, pondering why is was so irregular. They were excitedly talking amongst themselves, when they noticed a large buffet table placed in front of them. This table held the most delicious, rich desserts. The children were enthralled by the treats, and began to eat. They ate until their stomachs were contently filled with sweet, food. The children had noticed a slight change in the temperature inside the room, but were distracted by a box, containing toys of funny assortments. Wooden toy soldiers, dolls that look to be mad of glass, but in fact were made of ice. They immediately started to play with the toys when they were shocked into silence by a loud noise, sounding familiar to a bears roar. They children jumped to their feet, and ran to sit on the lounge chairs. After a few sort seconds await, the doors from the entrance swung open hastily, glass shattering everywhere. The children screamed involuntarily, scared by the disruption to the serenity they had in the palace. Rushing through the doors came a large wagon, with majestic scrolls and artwork decorating its exterior, inside sat the most handsome Prince, wearing a coat of thick fur. His face betrayed a strange beauty, as it was covered by tattoos, of foreign symbols and intricate swirls. Unlike any other, the wagon that carried the beautiful Prince, bare no wheels, instead it was moved by large creatures. They were tall, with broad, hunched over shoulders.. They walked on their knuckles, with smaller hind legs to push them forward. They had a similar stance to a gorilla, but they were different. They had pale white fur, with some soft, dull grey tips. Their faces were covered in thin pale hairs, revealing a fragile layer of olive toned skin underneath. Their large green eyes were fixed on the children... The Prince raised his left arm, using his right arm to push back the sleeve of his coat. Underneath his coat, was a slender pale arm, that look ordinary, excepts his skin had this faint glow, like an aura. His right hand traced a pattern on the lower part of his left arm, as complicated at the pattern looked to the children, the Princes face portrayed no signs of a struggle, as it bare no creases in between his thick eye brows. After he had finished tracing this pattern, a bright light shone in the room, momentarily blinding the children.. Once the children had regained their sight, they looked astonishingly at the Princes right arm, which remained raised, with the sleeve to his coat pulled back. On his arm were beautiful swirling marks, similar to the tattoos on his face, except these swirls were moving, like they were alive. Pulsing is if they showed the blood pulsing underneath his translucent skin. They strange marks flashed a brilliant red, then there was the pleasant noise of a birds harmless rhythm... After the rhythm stopped, the large creatures pulling the wagon, placed it on the ground, and rose to sit on their hind quarters. The creature nearest to the children began to speak in a gentle, deep voice.
"Children, are you here of invitation?" The creature said. The children all looked at one another, before the bravest one replied. "No, we're lost. We don't know where we are."
After this, the creatures and the children continued to interact with each other, in the means of working of why the children were in the forbidden palace. After further discussion, and a lovely feast, the creatures had worked out a way of returning the children to their homes. The children hopped into the wagon, and sat opposite to the mute Prince. The creatures picked up the wagon, which started to move forward, back out the entrance doors. They begun their journey home... the end.

My life wouldn't be manageable without you by my side
I hold you close, for the fear of losing something my body craves.

As you softly whisper in my ear,
Your low voice a gentle rhythm of vibrations,
My nerves send pleasant burning sensations,
Which course through my body.
My reaction to your voice seizes to amaze me,
Every touch leaves a lingering softness on my skin.

I wake up to the scent of you on my bed linen,
My nostrils inhale frantically,
As it knows that it will not smell this succulent scent forever.

With every embrace,
My body seeks comfort in the shaping of yours,
It places itself against you,
Molding perfectly alongside you.

My fingers trace your face,
Like a vision impaired person,
Seeking recognition upon a face.
My fingers glide over familiar lines,

Your nose, Your eyes, Your dimples, Your forehead, The apples of your cheeks, The soft line of your lips.

My eyes stare unblinkingly into yours,
Watching the colours to monitor the change in your moods.
Deep blue ring, strong blue, yellow iris, with a deep black reflecting pupil.
Your eyes are one of my favourite views,
They tell a story,
They explain why you're so kind, gentle, forgiving, cheeky, loyal, trustworthy.

You make me giggle my silly girly laugh,
As I giggle,
I watch your glorious smile light up your face,
Portraying dominant dimples,
Laugh lines,
Among perfect teeth.

I am madly in love with you and I hope that never changes. You're my favourite desire...

Heaven won't call for you.

You've been cursed by the blood running through your veins. It pumps through your heart, spreading the poison throughout your entire body. Shortening your life span instantly. In moments your last breathe escapes your lungs. Leaving your body motionless. There is nothing left of you, as you slowly rot. The poison sits in your organs while you disintegrate.
Your soul spirals down to the bottom of earths embrace. Hell clasps you under its threatening darkness.

B.I.T.C.H.E.S

Girls are bitches,
Girls are mean.

They make you feel insecurities that aren't even realistic,
They make you feel threatened to be yourself,
Afraid of their judgments.

They turn friendships upside down,
Even if you're their best friend,
you will soon become their enemy.

If you choose to hangout with guys instead,
they label you as a slut.
If you get angry,
they label you as depressed or emo.

Girls are cruel.

If you have a little bit of weight on your bones,
You're known to them as fat,
and they will tell you that.
If you aspire to lose weight,
they tell you you're stupid.

Girls will never make you happy about yourself.

Stop taking in other girls perspectives,
Don't be afraid to be yourself.
To you, its your opinion that counts.

Maturity is the key to acceptance,
not bitchiness.

True love.

You will be my betrayal. My demise, as I give my entire being to the trust I place upon you. The love I surrender to you, is whole hearted; nothing more pure exists.

Over thought

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I've always been afraid of becoming one of those girls who live their life for their boyfriends.
The girl who has nothing else to talk about apart from her boyfriend. Luckily I've managed to maintain friendships. The friends I surround myself with are the people who treat me as an equal, by forgiving me for the person I so regrettably was the year prior. People who I don't necessarily compare to, but I can relate to.
I admire my friends for their strengths and weaknesses. I feel empathy towards them when I know they're struggling.

Apart from those usual things, I'm a girl who breaks the mold. I'm one of those girls who seems to fit in, but on the inside I know i'm the outsider. I listen to heavy metal and rock, most of my friends listen to R'n'B or mainstream. I prefer to get extremely angry, as a coping mechanism for when I face misfortunes. They cry. Some of them like to keep fit, to an extent, but all dislike people that are of a smaller body size. I on the other hand, loathe myself for not being that smaller size, I punish myself so that I can become that smaller size. They all go out on the weekend, and party as if there isn't a care in the world. Where as I sit at home and reflect on myself. As I am not permitted to go out, because I have an overprotective father, who never allows me to go anywhere unless I'm with my boyfriend, who he trusts. All of these comparisons may just seem to you like a different opinion on things, but its a perspective.

The people in my life who I am closest to, are quite some distance from me. When I was 12, my best friend moved 6 hours away... It's never been the same between us. Then I met this amazing girl, at high school. We remained close for ages. She moved once in grade 9. but then she came back. In the Christmas holidays following grade 10, she moved to the bottom of another state, and I'm so lost without her. I find it hard, knowing that she is facing all of these problems, and I can't even comfort her with a hug. Then there is this guy, who I liked as soon as I met him. We were getting to know each other, when he and his family moved 7 hours away. He was so devastated that he had to leave his friends. A few months after the move, we got really close, and started going out. We've been together ever since, and we get to see each other on holidays, and thats mainly it. In less than three months, I am leaving my family behind to live with him. Because I can't bare to let another person I care so much about, slip through my fingers.

I hold people very close to my heart, they're of a high personal value to me. You may think that you have me figured out, but there is something you don't know about me. I am very close to my family, my Mum especially. She and I are very close, and her opinion really matters to me. My family has faced a lot of hardships, just like any other. But no matter what those hardships are, I will always live my life to protect my family. My Mum, my oldest Brother, his children. My life doesn't matter without these people in it.

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