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𝕺 𝕭 𝖘 𝖈 𝖀 𝕽 𝖀 𝖘

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11/14/2018 02:59 PM 

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  Began now to perceive that it was in my power to walk on, and this was a wanting desire which killed shattering me in fine pieces, I wouldn't make a split to channel the heavy sickness of suffering from her bitterness and lack of luxuries, in her frigid skin, in the lack of range to a sensitive palette to my flavour, in the richness in which I endorse perhaps the adoration but to her punishment for being me.

  Looking around for a hall were she could bring speech was not enough, she had to bit me with my belt, in the hands who offered her my time to her, fostered by her satisfaction to control me,  stop me, puritan against the witches I delivered her fliers as an apocalyptical prevention to her Bible in the teachings she gave me to control myself, guarding the inflicting pain she given me, accusations of her own, to her own,... is the power of the Obscurial she gave me. 

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   You wouldn't be in here listening to my story, describing my search for those who birthed me once if I'm alive they must have touch their skin closely as she never could. 

   By mistake or sin, they had the ability of creating me at least to want each other for that very second, what would have been the worst? That my mother was rape? Then my father desired her and got away, did they die? Did they exist for that moment in taking me inside of her? 

   If she made my existence to breath outside her body, because I imagine she did carry the seed of me in her flowering mothering womb, she must have being a beautiful woman to cause a man the least attraction of having her in his arms, against his will or with, she had. 

   But this pain I feel is far from the punishments of having her away, of not letting her know who I'm, she must be lost in a ghost or among the living without me. How could I wan't to destroy this destine so much to find her.

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   ...I heard the unnatural voice of his recalling that name, so, he wished me to inform him for the girl or boy who was so close to me in his dream, and called me...

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   ...he has not truly seen me, either was my solace or my solace to get out, I could not show the remote power who set free along the city's sky lines unless it was set free apart from the facade of myself...

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  ...and he vanished to the powers of his business drifted by promises to whom how...

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  ...it seem to me as I might clearly see that was not the freedom I was to be looking for, and they called me names, afterwards ongoing...

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 ... tags through my growth tossing me away as others walked their streets pocketing their hands with their bills in the warmth of their properties, skipping in the rubbish the warning of my well printed flyers, one more in the multitude, under my frozen bowed spine to eye them, have them for a second that...

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 ...pamphlet to the prophecy I was punished by delivering the trumping call and they wanted me to serve them as I could see, till I was eighteen, they will never have me wholly without being recognised as my mother did, in that single memory survived for the...

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 ...need they feed from a charity of service which in my bow of poverty I did that...

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  ...contrast of handling paper to be noticed, so had silenced as my prayers consistently to live through the splitting force who called for her along the distances of my despair, did they heard my abstracted shout clouding through the ether's night along the buildings, for how...

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  ...it sets me free, eloquent to believe along the impossibility of this chaos who perhaps as I stand walking as another it fastens a move along this lasting long streets of Manhattan a capital to the New World to the escapist of Europe who rumbled back and forth from the same investors whom they run away from, slaves of the same perditions, flyers, flyers, passing away from this...

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  ...evening because she is not with me to the announcement, but as you don't see me I know she waits to have my name called under her whispering perfume, to how...

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  ...it's to breath purely under her complete smile, that new born, a year old can regard fight of not loosing the memory of her for that I was owned to believe that was loved the form I'm to sense by her lost, my docile mother. The only strength I ever had to breath and exist, that inside this cool existence I thrill with gratitude despite the dream of her who soothed my cries to travel on this...

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  ...trip. How did her melody composed out the hungered in one noise, that misery followed me next with my era, as a curse of changes out her juvenile impulse to love for that broad me into her arms, once breast feed me by her....

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  ...milk, and once she held me in her complicity to have fruit her love, how unguarded to a demoniac flip, a flip who certainly carried me away her nest to survive from an accident whom I desire to no one. And is this desire which fostered me to stop, flipping away my body, venting for you whom makes me so...

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  ...to have kill the false prophet of an adopted relationship in which pain I don't see... 

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